"...It is a little boring, since Liu Bai isn't around." Qingque openly slacked off in a relaxed and cheerful manner.
Although the two of them were now personal court historians, in practice... they were personal secretaries. If they hadn't actually been capable of working, their status would probably have been reduced to maids by now.
What could they do? They were historians, right? They were supposed to record events truthfully, right?
Come on! Write it down! Liu Bai fucked Fu Xuan!
Come on! Write it down! Write about what Fu Xuan looked like in bed back then.
...And then Fu Xuan couldn't bring herself to write another word.
Write your mother!
Even now, whenever Fu Xuan thought of that scene, she still felt like—cough—she hated it enough to snap the brush in her hand.
Record events truthfully, my ass.
She might as well just write, "Nothing happened today." Liu Bai had gone out for a stroll, and Fu Xuan had closed her eyes and stopped following him around like a little tail.
The moment Fu Xuan let herself slip, Qingque could openly slack off without a care in the world.
There was no helping it. Their proper duty was to write "Nothing happened today" every day.
Jade helped archive the other official documents and reports. Afterward, they only needed to sort through the important matters a little.
Fu Xuan's face darkened as she watched Qingque brazenly slack off right in front of her.
You little brat, taking a mile after being given an inch, huh?
"Qingque, how has your cultivation in divination been progressing?" Fu Xuan asked sinisterly.
"...W-what?" Fu Xuan's topic immediately dredged up unpleasant memories for Qingque.
"I was thinking about whether I should give you some further training."
"That won't be necessary... If you have the time,