Chen Wei hurried toward the Heavenly Court.
He had absolutely no idea that the Star of Literary Excellence had been splattered with a bowl of wild dog's milk, nor did he have the mind to care.
Yang Chan's voice message in the Jade Talisman carried more weight than an Imperial Decree from Lingxiao Palace.
Unsurprisingly, his household had descended into chaos again.
There was no need to guess the culprit. It had to be Chen Xiang.
The little brat was practically a monkey. Leave him unbeaten for three days, and he would climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles. Yang Chan was so accustomed to being a loving mother that she could not bear to utter even a harsh word, so naturally, the job of stern father fell to Chen Wei.
A brief digression.
Ever since Yang Chan had given birth to those two Little Ancestors and become a mother, she had stopped doing any proper work for the Heavenly Court. She had left her Daoist Grounds on Mount Hua to her subordinates, and as for her duties in the Heavenly Court, she found even showing up for roll call too much trouble.
Her main occupation now was staying home and raising the children.
Strictly speaking, raising Chen Xiang.
Xiao Chan'er was naturally easy to care for, quiet and obedient.
Chen Xiang was another matter. Leave him unwatched for even a quarter of an hour, and he could tear the roof off. Looking after such a little demon king was exhausting enough. How could Yang Chan have any energy left for official duties?
What?
Yang Chan was blatantly collecting a salary from the Heavenly Court without doing any work?
Under the Heavenly Laws, anyone drawing pay without working was supposed to be hauled in for questioning by the