Someone by the side said, “News of the battle on the river must have reached the ears of the Cui Clan. If the Cui Clan has not met with any accident, Cui Wenjing will probably… Actually, wait, it hasn’t been that long since the battle. It’s been about two hours?”0

“The time between crossing the river and someone from the Cui Clan coming to their rescue after receiving the news is the most dangerous part of their escape. Once they get through it, they’ll be fine. It feels like it’s been ages because they’ve been through a lot of dangers, but it really hasn’t been that long.”0

“From the looks of it, Cui Wenjing must be on his way. If we don’t act now, he might actually reach them…. Tsk. This Zhao Changhe is indeed impre—Eh.”0

Halfway through his sentence, his expression turned strange. He suddenly recalled that Zhao Changhe had an ambiguous relationship with the saintess. It was rumored that when Venerable Vermillion Bird brought the saintess back, her lips were bleeding—she looked like she’d had a pretty passionate time.0

Once he looked into it, he found out that the saintess had slept with Zhao Changhe in the same room from the very start. And this had gone on for two whole months. They’ve most likely played in all sorts of ways...1