Zhao Rong rose to his feet, pausing slightly, and after a moment's thought, he rolled up the tabloid he had finished reading, gripped it in his hand, and took it with him.
Since he had finished reading it anyway, and his visit to Yilan Pavilion was on the way, it made sense to return it to the library first, and exchange it for another book while he was there.
In the early morning, Zhao Rong was in good spirits, feeling that everything was going his way, apart from having been busy for so many days, he managed to drink a cup of well water to start pulsing, bringing him one step closer to 'suppressing' his lady in Fu Yao Realm.
There was another reason.
That was the day of rest that came every ten days was approaching again.
Zhao Rong stepped out with a light heart, taking advantage of the fact that Teng Ying hadn't gotten up early, and 'stole' some fresh vegetables and fruits, mixed with morning dew and dawn light, savoring them as he made his way to Yilan Pavilion...
