However, women are creatures whose words often don't match their feelings.
Who knows whether the Third Miss would covertly give that Steward Li some trouble.
Zhou Ping'an chuckled inwardly, yet he was quite looking forward to it.
...
He arranged some miscellaneous affairs.
All told, it didn't take much time.
As Zhou Ping'an entered his bedroom, he discovered that incense had been lit within, cleansing the room of every speck of dust.
The tea had just been poured and was still emitting wisps of steam.
Sunlight streamed in, carrying a subtle fragrance...
In the air, there was scarcely any dust to be seen.
He was quite satisfied with this environment.
He stretched lazily, preparing to cultivate.
His previous discussion with Lin Huaiyu about the near completion of his Five Viscera was no lie.
Now, having dismissed his servants, the room quieted down.
A faint chill in his chest seeped into his limbs and bones, his internal organs.