"You came so late? The daylilies have already gone cold." In another corner of the Imperial Palace, atop a pavilion, San Niang leisurely leaned against a pillar, drinking wine. Huangfu Qing, looking very displeased, grabbed San Niang's collar, "When we most needed military strength to stabilize the court, you, the Xuanwu Venerable, were nowhere to be found. What use are you?"
"I was so far away, was I not in Yangzhou?"
"Everyone came from Yangzhou, Changhe arrived early this morning, are you a tortoise?"
"I am, didn't you know?" San Niang slacked off.
Huangfu Qing: "..."
Indeed, a slacker is unbeatable.
