Night fell, the crescent moon hung like a hook, and the stars twinkled.

Inside the bathhouse, Xiao Ji was taking a bath.

Instead of rubbing Xiao Ji's back, Shang Changge walked up to him with a smile and her eyes crinkled behind her back.

Under Xiao Ji's bewildered gaze, he opened his mouth and began to deceive him like a child.

"My husband, come here, ah—"

Xiao Ji was very obedient and opened his mouth in cooperation.

Then Shang Changge fed her two pills, without her even thinking about what they were.

He reached out his arm to take the water that Shang Changge promptly handed him, and drank it down.

Xiao Ji was quite flirtatious; after taking his medicine, he got out of the bathtub water, which barely covered his V-line.

He moved closer, his high, straight nose rubbing against Shang Changge's nose in a coquettish gesture:

"The medicine tastes bitter, you little rascal, give me something sweet so I can get better."

Shang Changge gave him a taste of sweetness, but it took a while, so after giving him the taste, she asked Xiao Ji, "Do you feel anything?"

Xiao Ji didn't understand, and he misunderstood. Holding the woman's soft, white hand, he grasped his greatest weakness, his voice sexy and husky:

"have."

Shang Changge: ...6

Shang Changge glanced at the man's left arm, feeling somewhat annoyed. This shouldn't be happening; she had already tested it.

If oral administration works for white geese, why doesn't it work for humans?

The next day, Shang Changge got up very late.

Nothing more than the result of indulging in pleasure. Xiao Ji was extremely powerful, which she greatly admired. At this moment, she sat at her dressing table, letting her maidservants dress her.

The beautiful woman in the bronze mirror, compared to before, possessed an added allure beyond her usual elegance.

A light drizzle was falling outside the window when Zhuque delivered a letter from the Southern Liang Dynasty, written by Changsun Yanheng.

The letter contained congratulations, greetings, and gratitude; every word and sentence sincerely expressed the subservient state's awe and reverence for a powerful nation.

After quickly scanning the letter, Shang Changge chuckled and casually handed it to Zhuque, his words carrying a hint of both admiration and deeper meaning:

"The Emperor of Southern Liang sees things clearly."

Changsun Yanheng had already ascended the throne as the new emperor of Southern Liang, on the very day that Qingyan's iron cavalry trampled through the capital of Jinlou.

Qingyan understood perfectly why he helped Changsun Yanheng of Nanliang, and he also understood perfectly why he destroyed Jinlou.

Therefore, even as the ruler of a country, Changsun Yanheng still maintains a humble attitude towards Qingyan.

As for whether she harbored rebellious intentions behind the scenes, that's not a big problem. The beauty's younger brother had planted many spies in Southern Liang, including the matter she had mentioned about arranging a famous doctor to accompany the elderly Changsun Yanheng, who was not in good health, and all of that had been implemented.

Furthermore,

The Southern Liang Dynasty had just experienced internal strife and foreign wars, leaving it weak and powerless. Even if it had the will to rebel, it lacked the strength to do so.

In conclusion, the Southern Liang regime is not a cause for concern in the next ten years, but of course, we should not be blindly arrogant and completely unprepared.

After a quick wash and dressing, Shang Changge went to the dining hall for lunch.

Before they had even taken a few bites, Zhuque led in one of Shang Changze's usual bodyguards, who carried a sword.

Shang Changge: ? What happened?

Something had indeed happened. Shang Changge's expression twisted slightly after hearing what the beautiful man's younger brother had the guard with a knife convey to her.

"No, are they crazy?"

The insult slipped out of Shang Changge's mouth, and the guard with the sword didn't know how to respond, so he respectfully stepped aside and lowered his head.

A quarter of an hour later, at the palace.

Shang Changge led a group of followers into the magnificent hall, where the first thing he saw was eight or nine monks and a coffin.

"Greetings, Princess!" "Greetings, Princess!"

Shang Changge ignored the sounds of greetings and bows, pausing slightly as he passed the coffin.

The coffin was open, and the person lying inside could be seen; it was Shang Le, who had volunteered to go to Lingyin Temple.

Shang Le was dressed neatly and had a serene expression.

She was wearing princess palace attire, and everything was normal and without any problem, except for the white cloth tied around her forehead.