"Is that so?" Zhao Ling fell silent for a moment, then asked the system with a wicked grin.
"In that case, this prime minister can rest easy. System, could you help me suppress the self-awareness of Xiao Wu's soul, the one that traveled back from over ten thousand years in the future?
"I want the Xiao Wu of this time period to remain the dominant consciousness forever after they merge. Let those memories from over ten thousand years later be nothing more than a dream she had. If possible, turn her feelings for Tang San into extreme disgust. I don't want my own wife liking another man."
[No problem.]
The system gave a straightforward answer. Suppressing the god-level Xiao Wu's self-awareness was child's play for it.
Soon, Zhao Ling saw a golden streak fly out of the system panel and slip through the tightly closed door. Presumably, it had flown toward Xiao Wu.
Once that was done, the system panel closed automatically. Zhao Ling hurried back into the room, dressed the sleeping Xiao Wu, and carried her back to his own room.
Although the system said it could help suppress the god-level Xiao Wu's self-awareness, Zhao Ling was still afraid that these sudden additional memories would make her grow distant from him.
He had only managed to win Xiao Wu over and make her his bedmate with great difficulty. How could he allow a soul that had traveled back from over ten thousand years later to make her grow distant from him?
And so, Zhao Ling held Xiao Wu and stayed in his room for an entire day.
Only when night fell did Xiao Wu rub her eyes and lazily open them. The moment she saw Zhao Ling, she called languidly.
"Hubby..."
Then Xiao Wu leaned forward and