Bai Changqing's stern face finally broke into a smile after he returned home.
For some reason, whenever Bai Changqing thought back to that moment in the Ten Thousand People's Palace, when the entire court of civil and military officials was astonished by his single word "yes," he would feel an urge to laugh—especially at Ye Lansheng's sudden, utterly incredulous expression as he whipped his head around.
"Heh." In all these years, it was the first time Bai Changqing had seen that look of shock on Ye Lansheng's face, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help but chuckle aloud.
"Master, what's made you so happy?"
"Matters of the Temple Hall—beyond your understanding. By the way, do we have wine tonight? Drink with me, will you?" The worries that had weighed on Bai Changqing's heart these past days had all but vanished, and he was in such a fine mood that he embraced his two gentle wives, laughing contentedly.
