Tang Wanju immediately headed to Jinling that very day, and Zhao Changhe, who should have felt that staying in the Tang family was completely meaningless, did not rush to leave as before.
Instead, he quietly stayed in the guest house, writing another copy of the sword manual he had previously given to Sisi, intending to give it to Tang Buqi.
It was as if the chaos outside did not exist at all.
It was a curious thing, rewriting the sword manual not only wasn't annoying but was almost amusing.
Like Tang Buqi, he had thought that Tang Wanju's mind was filled with nothing but official matters, hardly like a real person. But he eventually realized she too made small, familial calculations, and the image of the saint he'd had burst, yet not falling apart. Instead, he felt this was how people ought to be—this was human.
Just like arms intertwined in the night, so real and tender, stepping out from the illusion of the Heavenly Book Realm, solidifying right before his eyes.
