Wangshu Palace.
Practice Room.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a while.
Gu Xiangzhu felt that she never should have come to the Imperial Palace seventeen years ago. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have been saddled with this son of convenience.
'I thought that by becoming the Demon Sect Saintess, I could stay away from stinking men for the rest of my life.'
'After entering the palace, I even managed to intimidate Zhao Huan into keeping his distance.'
'But I never imagined that every bit of physical contact, proper or not, would be stolen by this young punk.'
A foot bath?
The very thought of it made Gu Xiangzhu's head buzz.
'I just want to devote myself to the grand enterprise of Alchemy as soon as possible.'
'What did I do wrong?'
'I have my limits!'
'This brat is utterly shameless!'
"Fine!"
Gu Xiangzhu nodded. "I'll have to trouble you then, Ci."
'Forget it!'
'It's just for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.'
