After her bath, Jiang Yi came to Jiang Shouzhong's room and found him still bent over the desk, studying the scroll.
"Oh, our Hero Jiang is quite entranced, huh? It's almost been a two-hour, and you're still studying there."
Due to the bath, Jiang Yi casually wore a loose robe, her delicate arms half-revealed, and the undergarments inside faintly visible, outlining her graceful figure.
She moved gracefully like a lotus and came beside Jiang Shouzhong.
Glancing at the scroll, she found it wasn't those erotic pictures and asked, "How is it? Have you made any progress?"
Jiang Shouzhong crossed his arms in front of his chest, his expression complicated, and said:
"You might not believe it, but this Emperor of Nanjin Country seems to have a deep brotherly bond with the Zen Rebel Monk."
"What's so strange about that."
Jiang Yi lightly yawned and walked to the bed.
