Zhao Changhe saw the note as follows:
"The Heavenly Dao's relentless coveting, the great battle is imminent. The ambiguity between you and me is disadvantageous for the battle. Now with Ruoyu, I don't want to see her and Yue Hongling like mother and daughter, while I am merely an outsider."
"Neither of us are young; some matters are better laid out for discussion."
"You desire me out of lust, not love. Unfortunately, I am Ye Wuming; I won't be anyone's trophy of desire. You lack the means, leaving us forever in a stalemate."
"If you truly have the means, I would accept. If not, perhaps consider the human ceremony of engagement, the three matchmakers and six gifts. Establish our status, facilitating Ruoyu's visits to the Night Palace, giving comfort in her presence. Beyond that, matters of the Heavenly Dao, I can cooperate with you, but otherwise, with the Galaxy separating us, heaven and earth shall not meet."
After all, a note, with few words, ends here.
