Those days, Wan Donglin was always out early and back late.
This day he returned home, it was almost midnight.
The lamps in the house were lit, and there was the tremella soup that Yan Xixi had prepared in advance. He drank it but saw her still sitting under the lamp reading some materials.
Upon hearing footsteps, she immediately stood up but saw his expression was a bit haggard. Although she didn't ask what he was doing, she knew that these days had been negotiations tougher than war.
She gently hugged his waist, "Brother Donglin, it's a pity I can't help you."
He laughed, "Fool, you've helped me a lot."
"How so?"
"You keep the Empress Dowager company every day, making her so happy, which saves me from any worries."
