After this day, Hua Xia had finally secured a firm foothold in this world.
After seeing off the emperors and the envoys from the other major families—including the Eighth Prince, who for some inexplicable reason had wanted to stay behind—Shen Yun completely abandoned his image and slumped into a chair.
"It's finally over."
He took out an incense burner from his pocket as a disguise. Little Nine had long since slipped from his body into the burner, and now, she emerged from it in her humanoid form.
"Rub my shoulders for me. The language of this world is so overly archaic and pedantic; speaking it is utterly exhausting."
"You've worked hard, Master." Little Nine's soft yet strong fingers kneaded Shen Yun's shoulders. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Would you like me to prepare some hot water? We could take a bath together to soothe your fatigue."
