The sky that night...
Was covered in mosaics...
That bastard junior brother Lin Su had once again sullied his senior sister until she was nothing...
By dawn, Ji Qianling lay sprawled in his arms, with only panting left in her...
"Senior Sister, are you still going to use the Way of Heavenly Calculation to make up for the deficit?" Lin Su stroked her hair and teased her softly by her ear.
"If I did, I'd probably have to make up for it eight times a day... So as long as you're still by my side, forget it." Ji Qianling shot him a sidelong glare.
"Senior Sister's brilliance is unparalleled in this world!"
"Junior Brother's shameless dog face is unparalleled in this world too!" Ji Qianling cursed him, then nestled into his arms. "Hey, husband, tell me—when you return to the capital this time, do you think you'll get promoted again or something?"
"Probably..."
"You don't look smug and puffed up. That's very sensible of you!" Ji Qianling said. "Don't let the honors before your eyes go to your head. In my judgment, the heavier the reward, the greater the danger you'll face."
By this point, her expression had become exceedingly solemn.
Because she was no fool. She was a prodigy of the Luotian lineage's art of calculation. What others could see, she could see as well.
The higher one climbed, the harder one fell.
There were four things in life one could never rely on: spring cold, autumn warmth, health in old age, and a monarch's favor. Especially a monarch's favor—the more the emperor bestowed grace upon you, the more highly he valued you, the more dangerous your position became. Particularly when that regard rested upon your exceptional ability and immense power.
This was a supreme principle passed down through