Chaotic World Book-Chapter 435 - 422: Drink This Half Cup of Leftover Tea

"Tell me, in the dead of night, were you planning to ’steal fragrance and jade’, and you ended up in Tang Buqi’s room?"

In Tang Wanzhuang’s courtyard, Tang Wanzhuang was elegantly making tea, the fragrance of the tea gently wafting through the air, mingling with moonlight and dispersing into the void. freewebnσvel.cѳm

At this moment, how could Zhao Changhe look anything like someone who’d rather be drinking than sipping tea? He sat there elegantly, almost as if he was about to nod his head and recite a poem.

If Tang Buqi saw Zhao Changhe’s pretentious attitude, his expression might just turn into a sweating emoji.

Yet despite her seemingly graceful tea-making, the words that came from Tang Wanzhuang’s mouth were far from graceful, making Zhao Changhe break into a sweat, "Wha—what do you mean ’steal fragrance and jade’? I just came to have a talk with Tang Buqi..."

"Are you sure it was really Tang Buqi you were looking for?" Tang Wanzhuang asked with a mocking smile. "Who was supposed to be living in that room in your heart?"

Zhao Changhe stammered, "Isn’t it—the Main General living there?"

"In fact, His Majesty has commanded me to take charge of matters in Jiangnan. I granted Tang Buqi his position. I am the true Main General," Tang Wanzhuang’s beautiful eyes lingered on his face for a while, "Don’t tell me you didn’t know?"

"Ah, I forgot," Zhao Changhe seized the opportunity to ask, "Then why have you moved to this remote corner?"

"I intended to highlight Tang Buqi, fostering in the soldiers’ hearts his image and status as the Main General, considering that I..."

Zhao Changhe’s embarrassment morphed into displeasure, glaring at her without speaking.

Tang Wanzhuang’s next words also stopped abruptly, she lowered her head to sip her tea.

There was no problem in elevating Tang Buqi, which was normal for grooming the next generation of family leaders, but it shouldn’t be based on "after all, I won’t live much longer," which was infuriating to hear.

Both of them simultaneously cursed in their minds beyond the Secret Realm, "Damn woman, you dare to casually open the Third Secret Treasure, see how I deal with you when you’re out of strength later! Doing it in front of the Vermilion Bird Venerable, the Venerable would certainly be pleased!"

Tang Wanzhuang’s cheeks involuntarily flushed red, yet she couldn’t scold him, as he got wounded by Fa Chi trying to prevent her from opening the Third Secret Treasure. Any normal body wouldn’t think of leaving bed for a month, let alone steal fragrance and jade.

She asked softly, "How is your injury?"

"It’s alright, someone’s medicine worked wonders."

Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips, "It must be the medicine from the Four Symbols Sect... my medicinal soup doesn’t have such effects, I am aware."

That sounded a bit jealous.

Sure enough, the next moment, she said, "The Four Symbols Sect has everything, do you think I am useless now? You might as well go over to them and help them in beating me up!"

Zhao Changhe was just sipping his tea and almost choked upon hearing this, coughing, "What are you talking about..."

Tang Wanzhuang declared indignantly, "Are you suggesting that one of the reasons you sought me out wasn’t to lobby for their rights to interrogate the Residual Soul?"

"Erm..." Zhao Changhe hesitated, "That’s fair, right? They joined the battle to deeply understand the souls from Ancient Times, fought wholeheartedly without holding back, everyone bleeding from the mouth, they deserve what was promised, don’t they?"

Tang Wanzhuang snorted, "I would have given that to them myself, what need is there for you to lobby on their behalf?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang continued, "Actually, they are already interrogating the Residual Soul. I’ve given them direct permission, they can question however they want. You didn’t need to say anything, did you hear that, no need for you!"

This dainty daughter’s affect, Zhao Changhe truly couldn’t help but watch intently.

Tang Wanzhuang closed her mouth, fuming and glaring at him. Inside, though, she was slightly pleased; Tang Wanzhuang fancied painting a scene titled "Vermilion Bird Interrogating a Ghost."

Instead, it was now Zhao Changhe who started to worry for her: "Hey, you just let them ask whatever, what if it gets taken away?"

Tang Wanzhuang sipped her tea nonchalantly, "Worldly Society miscreants and Demon Sect evildoers, they treasure such Ancient souls. We’ve seen it all, not like those unworldly country old maids who’ve seen nothing. If they’re desperate enough to steal, let them be, it’s not me who’ll be embarrassed."

Zhao Changhe’s expression twitched, he fell silent.

Tang Wanzhuang said, "It’s rather Yuan Cheng who just went to see Tang Buqi, do you know why?"

Zhao Changhe pondered, "Could it be for that lotus platform? There’s only one lotus platform, although they contributed, monopolizing it wouldn’t be fair, how would you explain it to the others?"

"Yuan Cheng knows he can’t monopolize it; it’s Imperial spoils of war. He could receive some rewards for his assistance, but he couldn’t possibly take the lion’s share unless they, like the Four Symbols Sect nuns, also shamelessly steal?"

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but interject: "Hey, they haven’t stolen anything yet..."

Tang Wanzhuang acted as if she hadn’t heard him: "I’ve promised him I would petition His Majesty to revoke the decree against Buddhism... although this decree has been relaxed over the years, and Buddhist sects are reviving everywhere, having an official royal decree is still different."

Zhao Changhe nodded, "It’s a good opportunity to use the Buddhist’s help in eradicating the Maitreya Sect, attributing the past anti-Buddhist actions to Maitreya. It was indeed Maitreya Cult that misled the Emperor, leading to the persecution of Buddhists. Now that Maitreya has been subdued, the Emperor has realized not all Buddhist sects are the same and naturally canceled it..."

Tang Wanzhuang chuckled without commenting on his explanation, then said, "As for the lotus platform, it should be placed in the Demon Suppression Department in the capital. If they wish to attain enlightenment or similar things, they can come to the capital."

Zhao Changhe smacked his lips: "Well played..."

Her eyes sparkling, Tang Wanzhuang softly asked, "That too is your merit. Would you... like a reward?"

Zhao Changhe stared intently at her.

There was no need for words, Tang Wanzhuang’s own suggestion was already inherently provocative.

Who wouldn’t know what reward he wanted?

Then Tang Wanju continued, "That lotus platform, we’ve studied it, and if we take one or two petals, it won’t affect the whole. You can have a piece..."

Zhao Changhe replied irritably, "What do I want that for?"

"This item’s nature, it must be useful for your Blood Shura Body. Just say if you want it or not," Tang Wanju sipped her tea leisurely. "Otherwise, what reward could be associated with the lotus platform?"

"..." Zhao Changhe muttered that this woman seemed to be learning to be naughty.

She could maliciously tease people now, huh...

But with this kind of teasing, aren’t you missing something... For shameless people, who cares about this kind of thing?

Zhao Changhe bluntly asked, "So any reward is possible?"

Tang Wanju’s eyes shimmered, "Of course... Any reward is possible."

Her words were seductive, but her hand nervously clutched the teacup, her eyes carrying a threatening look, as if ready to splash her tea in his face if he spoke out of line.

Zhao Changhe was almost overwhelmed by her cuteness. His eyes swiveled, and he laughed, "I’m thirsty, I want tea."

Tang Wanju said, "Isn’t there tea right in front of you?"

"I want half a cup of leftover tea personally fed by the chief, unparalleled in this world."

Tang Wanju bit her lower lip, glaring at him fiercely.

Zhao Changhe looked to the sky, let her tease!

I didn’t say the chief should kiss me, even though mentioning it might have earned me a beating. Asking for tea seems like just the right provocation.

Seeing her lethargic appearance, Tang Wanju almost burst out laughing, "The treasure of the lotus platform is before us, Yuan Cheng almost kneeled to ask for it, yet you just want to drink half a cup of leftover tea! Do you think we can’t do without you no matter what?"

Zhao Changhe gave up, "I don’t care about the lotus platform, I want tea."

Tang Wanju made a show of splashing.

Zhao Changhe stiffened his neck and watched her.

Tang Wanju paused her tea pouring motion, meeting his gaze, her eyes slightly wavering.

He was still a patient, his face still pale, but his eyes seemed to contain blazing infernos, burning in someone’s heart.

Before the flowers of late spring, under the moonlight of deep night.

Even Tang Buqi knows in this middle of the night, solitary man and woman... such an environment, such an atmosphere, a casual word could easily turn the ambiance romantic, let alone proactive flirting?

His heart stirred, and wasn’t she the same?

Like earlier, when she stood beside his bed, staring at his injured, pale face, unable to look away.

Zhao Changhe boldly took her hand that held the teacup.

Tang Wanju’s body trembled slightly, her eyelids drooped as she looked at her hand held by him, silent.

Just feeding him a sip of tea, what’s the big deal... This time, from organizing to the final battle, he played a crucial role and got injured...

Sitting across a stone table, obviously, she couldn’t feed him.

Tang Wanju gritted her teeth and actually stood up, moved next to him, and cajoled like soothing a child, "Really can’t handle you... like a child..."

She didn’t realize that if they were already seated next to each other, it might seem like going with the flow... but this proactive action of standing up and walking over can’t just be explained by "the atmosphere was right."

It was her own heart that was willing.

Willing to reward him, willing to fulfill his small expectation.

The fragrance lingered close by, her soft voice gently whispered: "Here... your half cup of leftover tea..."

Before she finished speaking, her waist tightened, already embraced by Zhao Changhe pulling her into his arms.

Tang Wanju instinctively wanted to struggle but was afraid of hurting his chest wound and dared not move rashly, so she stayed tense, angrily saying, "Who allowed you to touch me?"

Zhao Changhe leaned down, "The half cup I want is the one that’s been in your mouth..."

Tang Wanju watched him lean closer, without even a thought, her lips were already covered, savoring the leftover tea.

She knew deep down that inviting him to talk alone at night, "just to talk," would inevitably lead to this outcome...

In a secret room somewhere, Vermilion Bird and Xuanwu crouched around a sack, each squatting and clutching hands, "Why do I always feel like it’s kind of stupid sitting here... Why can’t we just take it out and ask..."

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