In the spring of the 2597th year of the Yong'an calendar of Great Qian.
The night was deep and still.
Within the Xuanyuan residence in Xuantian City, in a room hung with a dazzling array of gowns, Madam Ruping—who knew nothing of the Yong'an calendar—sat upright before a full-length mirror.
The polished mirror clearly reflected her mature, seductive charm and her exquisitely painted makeup. Yet at this moment, her face was pale and her expression dazed, stripped of her usual fierceness and boldness.
She tightly clutched a small booklet filled with intelligence. Her fox-like, alluring eyes flickered between light and shadow, her expression complicated, as though she had fallen into irresolution.
All along, she had regularly sent intelligence to the great Supreme, reporting everything she saw and heard at Luming Court one by one.
Although Supreme Ming had been somewhat dissatisfied with the progress of her mission, she did not think it was her fault.
If anyone was to blame, it could only be Wang Shouzhe for being too much of a homebody, often squatting in one place for ages without moving.
What could a tiny spy like her, who also worked in logistics for Luming Academy, possibly do?
Could she grab Wang Shouzhe by the neck and tell him to take all those divine sons and divine daughters out for a wild time, giving the Devil Race a chance to kill or abduct them?
The days passed year after year. Gradually, she grew accustomed to this rhythm of life, urging Liuyue to attend school, do homework, and take exams every day.
And Master had become increasingly attentive toward her—not the old kind of attention where he could satisfy her every demand, but the kind where he truly regarded her as family, someone who could support him and rely on