He never expected his way of leisure to be drinking.
"Since the Divine Emperor disappeared, all official duties have fallen on Changqi Palace," Changqi leaned on the soft couch, sighed deeply, "Occasionally getting completely drunk to forget these worldly matters isn't so bad."
"Then I'll prepare a couple of dishes," said Su Zhiruan, preparing to get up to leave.
"Go ahead," Changqi watched her departing figure, raised his glass, "come back early and have a drink with me."
After Su Zhiruan left the Book Collection Pavilion, her heart was beating fast.
Today was an excellent opportunity.
The desires of gods diminish over the long span of years as they live as long as the heavens.
Her body was nothing more than a Little Rabbit Demon, and even if she cultivated desperately, her lifespan was barely a thousand years.
A thousand years might sound lengthy, but for the Divine World, it was merely a blink of an eye.
