"How come? I can understand not daring to express your feelings to your own husband while you're outside, but you don't even dare send a voice transmission?" I immediately sent a voice transmission to Di Juan.
After I asked her that, Di Juan still wore her usual solemn expression, but her face instantly flushed red. "It's not that..."
"That's good, then. Don't put pressure on yourself, and don't let the status of Earth Clan imperial heir bind your hands and feet." I spoke frankly.
"That's not what I meant. I'm just not used to this yet. If I need anything in the future, I certainly won't hesitate to say so directly." Di Juan had seen plenty of the world, after all, and her skin wasn't so thin that she would only nod and stammer.
"That's good. I was just afraid that you'd lose out to Cang Zhao in the fight for favor and hide somewhere to cry." I grinned.
Di Juan was rendered speechless at once, unsure whether to respond to that or not. Judging by the look of it, no one usually spoke to her like that.
"Xia Ye, your hands are clearly both occupied, so what are you talking to Sister Di Juan about?" Cang Zhao had already noticed me sending Di Juan voice transmissions nonstop, but only spoke after hesitating for quite a while.
I answered frankly, "Just giving her a few instructions. It's nothing much."
"Oh? Then why haven't you sent me any instructions? Like, am I supposed to be the next one to attack the arena, or guard the arena?" Seeing that I had no intention of telling her the truth, Cang Zhao began probing from the side again.
The love triangle between her, Cang Luo, and Cang Liu had only just been sorted out.