After Chan'er emerged from seclusion, she did not contact Xiang Yuan at once. She waited for her husband to come find her.
But no matter how long she waited, he never came, and resentment filled her heart.
She did not need to think to know that her husband had become someone else's husband, too busy accompanying that cheap maid surnamed Xiao to spare any time.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She swore that even if Xiang Yuan came knocking, she would not show him a pleasant face.
As expected, before Xiang Yuan could even coax her, her resentment had already dispersed. In her cat form, she lay sprawled in his arms. With a clap of her hands, Jinse's six incarnations began performing beneath the pavilion—selling their art, not themselves.
Six devastatingly beautiful women played the zither or danced, yet Xiang Yuan did not so much as glance at them. Xiang Yuan held the little kitten in his arms as she lowered her head and nuzzled about wildly, saying, "This Silver Moon Gauze came from the Silver Moon Palace. Your husband went to great lengths to find it, which is why I was delayed."
"Really? You weren't with that Xiao woman?"
"..."
No, that was not the point.
At a time like this, she should have been moved by her husband's painstaking travels and unwavering devotion, not suddenly brought up her own sister. Look, the mood was gone.
Chan'er's focus was far too accurate. A single sentence left Xiang Yuan speechless.
Dissatisfied, she scratched Xiang Yuan's face, then brushed her fingertips over the Silver Moon Gauze. In an instant, she refined it. Paired with the Silver Moon Palace's inheritance, pure moonlight surged in her eyes. She was extremely pleased with the gift.
"Where did Husband find