The Gap

The fragrance of wine drifted through the private room, while the storyteller's sonorous voice carried in through the curtain, recounting the Marquis of Western Pacification's valiant deeds from years past.

As Xu Yuan lightly sipped the wine in his cup, he watched the Marquis of Western Pacification's daughter across from him hug a wine jar and keep gulping away. He sighed faintly once more.

Li Junwu set down the wine jar, her face flushed red from drinking. She shot him a glance and asked, "I told you, there are only taverns around here. Next time there's a chance, I'll take you to see the pleasure houses of the Western Desert."

Xu Yuan gently shook his head, a trace of complexity entering his gaze as he asked softly, "Aren't you going to ask about the arrangements afterward?"

Li Junwu pointed at Xu Yuan and said, "Isn't that what you're here for? You make the arrangements, and I'll cooperate."

"..."

Hearing that answer, Xu Yuan silently sighed again in his heart.

Everything he had arranged was, in truth, centered around Li Junwu—helping her reclaim control of Western Pacification Prefecture City. Yet ever since they had arrived at this place called West Mountain Residence Tavern, Li Junwu had never once taken the initiative to ask about what would come next in their plan to seize control of the city defenses.

She had simply entrusted such an important matter entirely to him, an outsider, and let him scheme on her behalf.

This good bosom brother of his was probably truly no match for the corset princess.

Thinking back on his experiences at the Northern Border, the gap between Li Qingyan and Li Junwu became apparent in an instant.

Even when trapped in absolute adversity, that corset princess had always held fast to her own