Wudang Mountain, Black Tortoise Firstborn Manor.
Xiang Yuan leaned back in a tactical recline upon the imperial chair. On the desk before him grew two secretaries, one black and one white.
Xiang Yuan had always thought himself an unwavering devotee of black stockings. Only now did he realize how narrow-minded he had been before.
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Ever since Guan Yan appeared, Baize had been working herself to the bone. Whenever she reported on work, it was as if she could not speak unless she sat atop the desk.
Guan Yan was a proper secretary. Back when she worked in administration, her superiors had been her parents. There was no way they would have allowed her to sit on the desk while giving a report.
She was simply unlucky now, caught up in an undeserved disaster. She genuinely thought True Warrior Great Emperor's office had this sort of atmosphere.
To repay True Warrior Great Emperor's kindness, whatever Baize did, Guan Yan did too. She did not dare speak, nor did she dare ask.
Seeing the intern brimming with ambition, determined to go toe-to-toe with her, Baize worked even harder.
Xiang Yuan saw through both their thoughts. He knew perfectly well that it was all a simple misunderstanding: Baize thought too much, Guan Yan thought too little, and their lack of effective communication had, through a series of absurd coincidences, directed things into their current state.
Yet he did not clear up the misunderstanding. He merely watched coldly from the sidelines, hanging it high since it was none of his business.
Xiang Yuan wanted to see how this farce would end!
And while he was at it, he could further his studies in the art of balancing a bowl of water. Skills never weighed a man down; one more skill meant one