Zhao Changhe didn't even know what he had for that meal, so captivating and enchanting that he remembered nothing about the food. All he remembered was the pure white and adorably chubby rabbit, quivering and warm, just like the rabbit-shaped longevity peaches on the table. In the end, he didn't even know which one he actually ate.
Anyway, both were delicious.
But ultimately, that kind of thing didn't happen, it wasn't the place nor the time.
Although called "Conqueror," in reality, he was alone and not in great shape. At this time, Cui Wenjing could hardly spare the effort to ensure his safety. How many dissatisfactions were lurking within the vast Cui Family, whether anyone was attempting to assassinate him while lost in rapture, or if Desolate Calamity might make a comeback, all were unknowns.
