In the inner chamber of their boudoir, after helping Ling Changqing get out of bed, the sisters Zhao Wanyi and Zhao Wanqing began to wash up and get ready themselves.
"…I feel like it's not just our Luck and Fortune that have increased, but our Cultivation has accumulated quite a bit as well. This is all thanks to you, isn't it, husband?"
Zhao Wanyi said softly, her luminous, beautiful eyes shimmering, filled with a deep, tender affection that was impossible to miss.
They had heard all sorts of legends about the Child of Destiny before but had no way of knowing if they were true. Now that they had experienced it firsthand, they realized the stories weren't just true—they were even more miraculous.
"As long as you know, that's what matters. Remember not to mention this to outsiders."
