Jin Qianqian said, "Tang Seng isn't bad either. Look at how all those female demons were scrambling to get their hands on him."
Gu Wenheng replied with a perfectly straight face, "It's probably not Tang Seng, but a bandit chief."
The same comedy routine came to Jin Qianqian's mind, and she instantly burst out laughing. "Whatever. You always have some twisted excuse."
Gu Wenheng said, "Am I not speaking the truth?"
Jin Qianqian nodded through her laughter and gave him a thumbs-up. "Everything you say makes sense."
"…"
* * *
After Jin Qianqian's postpartum confinement ended and they had held the baby's one-month celebration back in Fu County, Gu Wenheng began directing people to pack their luggage. "Even though we're not far from Shangjing," he said, "we should still bring everything you and the children are used to."
"But this is way too much," Jin Qianqian said. "It's like we're moving our entire house."
