To witness a battle of powerhouses with one's own eyes, even death would be worth the price of admission.

Xiang Yuan rubbed the line of tiny writing Fan Hefeng had left behind with his fingertips, then smoothed it away with a faint exertion of force.

"Husband, what do you think?" Chan'er asked with a beaming smile.

"Just looking."

Xiang Yuan shook his head slightly and summoned the servants waiting on the second floor. It was late; time to return to the new prince's residence with his wife and rest.

This prince's residence stood very close to the imperial city, with only two streets between them. It had originally belonged to some old prince, passing from one owner to the next over the years. Recently, its overgrown gardens had been cleared and restored, two large rooms added, the gates and halls repaired, and the drainage pipes renovated. The overhaul was complete, but it had no new owner yet, not even a plaque above its entrance. It was practically brand-new.

Before the decisive battle atop the Forbidden City, Xiang Yuan and Chan'er would be staying in this prince's residence. Judging by Zhao Haoran's eager attentiveness, they could stay briefly—or for as long as they liked.

Xiang Yuan entered the master bedroom and closed his eyes slightly. Before long, Senior Zombie emerged from the darkness, saying nothing as he stood beneath the corridor outside the door, drawing in and exhaling the moonlight spiritual energy of this realm.

Chan'er tilted her head at the sight, then beat Xiang Yuan to the bed and claimed it first, seemingly declaring her territorial sovereignty inviolable.

But it was all for nothing. Xiang Yuan plopped down on the bed and grunted, "Wife, undress me. It's time to sleep."

Chan'er smiled faintly, raised one finger, and let a wisp of misty moonlight drift above it. She simply stared at Xiang Yuan without saying a word.

Putting on a