The Old Saintess didn't answer immediately, continuing to bury her head in something.
Is this just a pastime for her? Chen Yi frowned slightly, waiting for a moment before peeking over.
On the yellowing book cover, a few words were printed — "Mystic Temple's Scandalous Record."
The Old Saintess read with relish, "Oh, young people like such things."
Chen Yi: "...."
He was silent for a moment, suddenly bursting out in anger, "I've told Zhu E not to stuff obscene books into my things, but she just won't listen. It's really a lack of discipline with this Princess of Annan!"
The Old Saintess immediately tilted her face up, glancing at him, squeezing a chuckle out of her deeply wrinkled face.
Chen Yi's face remained calm, reflecting the demeanor of a man accepting responsibility with dignity.
After a long stalemate, unable to seize the initiative, the Old Saintess finally closed the book and spoke:
