In the end, Wang Shouzhe still failed to escape that calamity.
Moon-Water Pavilion had now gradually become an indelible mark in Wang Shouzhe's memories of life.
And the uncertainty brought by Liu Ruoling's appearance had added a touch of heart-stopping excitement to his seemingly tranquil life, bringing him "frights" or "surprises" every so often.
Yet the usual course was fright first, surprise second, then fright again... The taste of it all truly left Wang Shouzhe with a tumult of emotions, making him sigh that fate loved to toy with people.
Five days later.
Wang Shouzhe and Liu Ruolan returned to their warm little family courtyard and resumed their cozy yet placid lives, as though that night of fierce fighting had never happened.
Though the clansmen who had heard of the Clan Head couple's great battle that night were quietly curious about who had won in the end, they tactfully refrained from asking.
After all, according to some clansmen who had gone to report matters or seek instructions for work, the Clan Head's complexion seemed somewhat pale, and he appeared a little weak. He had most likely suffered some losses.
Thus, the clansmen who adored their Clan Head buried the matter deep in their hearts. At the same time, they secretly resolved to properly educate the Clan's children, so that the Clan Head would not have to worry any more than necessary—being Clan Head was truly not easy for him.
This day.
It was no different from any other.
Only, there was now a mysterious woman in Wang Shouzhe's study.
She wore a woman's Xuanwu battle skirt in shades of watery blue, her figure graceful and curvaceous. A third of her beautiful hair was tied up, while a mysterious veil covered her face. A longsword hung across her back, lending her