These past few days, Chang'an had been unusually peaceful.
As for Incense-Fire Power, the procedures had already been laid down.
In order to display the Lu Clan's value before Jiang Yuechu, Lu Changfeng had spared no effort, putting every last ounce of strength he had into it.
Every day, he led people around several Golden Bodies, circling them endlessly, as though he wished he could refine himself into one as well.
By Jiang Yuechu's nature, the Golden Body Method concerned Great Tang's future, so she ought to have watched over it personally to feel at ease.
But this time—
Her bargain-bin imperial brother had swallowed a scale weight and set his heart like iron.
Perhaps afraid that he would tire out his family's stabilizing pillar, he absolutely refused to let her trouble herself in the slightest.
He said that while Great Tang was currently lacking in strength, if even such trivial errands and chores required Her Highness the Eldest Princess to personally concern herself with them, then what was the use of an entire court of civil and military officials?
With matters put that way, Jiang Yuechu could only let him have his way.
Besides, she really had grown rather weary of killing these past few days. Having someone willing to take over was indeed a fine thing.
Still, she did not dare leave Chang'an.
A few more days would make no difference.
If she left on the front foot only for someone to rob her home on the back foot, then she truly would have nowhere to cry.
So, familiar with the place, she simply moved into the Wei Residence.
These days, she and Wei Qing had shared the same bed, talking deep into the night with their feet touching.
They spoke only of everyday trifles—whose chickens had gone