At the Spirit Medicine Pavilion headquarters, inside an office.
Ju Zi set down the documents in her hand and rubbed her slightly aching brow.
After handling trade-route reports for an entire morning, even she felt mentally exhausted.
She turned her head and quietly gazed at a family photograph displayed on the desk.
It had been taken before Huo Yuhao left the Sun Moon Empire at the age of eleven.
There were five people in the photograph.
Her father, Gan Ju, and her mother, Gan Tian.
Then there was herself, along with the cold-faced Ye Guyi.
And at the center of the four of them was Huo Yuhao, tightly held in their arms with a helpless look on his face.
Looking at Huo Yuhao's smile, which carried a hint of scheming yet had no choice but to remain obedient,
Ju Zi's gaze gradually became incomparably gentle for some reason.
Whenever she felt tired, this photograph was all the motivation she needed.
In her previous life, she had experienced far too many partings of life and death, climbed to the pinnacle of power, yet ended up growing old alone.
Now that she had been reborn,
the people in this photograph were the treasures she would fight with everything she had to hold onto in this life.
Whoever dared touch them, she would dare risk her life against.
Just then,
there came a soft knock on the office door.
After the door opened, Shao Xing, the chief steward of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, walked in.
He held an urgent letter bearing a special wax seal, his expression extremely grave.
"Young Miss."
Shao Xing strode to the desk, presented the letter with both hands, and lowered his voice. "This is top-secret intelligence Miss Xiao Xiao had someone rush back."
The moment she heard