Not Her Usual Style

Long Siye did not continue any further. The puppet looked at him and asked, "Do you have other concerns?"

Long Siye frowned, "The four messengers are extraordinarily powerful. They can easily hold hordes of troops and horses."

The puppet replied with a smile, "Do not worry about them. My master has ways to divert them away."

…

It was a chilly autumn night.

Gu Xijiu supported Di Fuyi’s waist as they walked through the door. (They still had not returned to their original bodies, so it was the man holding the lady). Once the door was closed, Gu Xijiu immediately released her hands and marched forward.

There was a sense of disappointment in Di Fuyi’s eyes. They had been going on like this for the past few days. He thought that she would let it go. He felt that if he continued to make impromptu quips and jokes, they would finally become reconciled. It did not happen.