Ronan was quite busy.
These days, he had to consider both the bigger picture and the details; stay close to reality while accepting illusion; ponder matters millions of light-years away while sorting out the planet beneath his feet; humor ignorant fools while dealing with people who pretended to be mysterious, handling the dull or unreliable matters they brought him.
He treated the latter as a form of rest.
Still, he could not help complaining, "If you can't control the situation, don't go making promises. It just makes everyone awkward."
Tang Li's remarks made Tao Ju glance sideways at him. Was this... self-reflection?
Reflection on that "good opportunity" he had mentioned to Zuo Tai?
Clearly, Tao Ju was overthinking it, yet he could not stop his thoughts from wandering.
Over the past few days, a few words spoken at what might not have been an appropriate time had left Tao Ju in a rather awkward position. Contact between Zuo Tai and Tang Li had been cut off almost as soon as it began, and Tao Ju had suffered along with them.
After the incident at Orange Palace, Zuo Tai had invited Tao Ju's mother, Rong Wu Xiang, to live with her so she could look after her more easily. Now, however, she had arranged a new residence and politely asked her to move out. The timing was not exactly wrong; after all, the greatest threat to their family in theory—the forces under Wu Xiude's administration—was also tottering in the storm and too busy saving itself. There was no longer much reason to remain at Zuo Tai's residence.
In the present Twelve Great Districts, Zuo Tai might not be called pivotal, but her position was undeniably extremely sensitive. Continuing to live with Rong Wu Xiang could easily send the wrong signal.
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