The sun rose in the east, and the golden morning sunlight shone on the window paper, illuminating the brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and turtle ornament on the desk.
The fluffy white bird was lying on the snack plate on the table, tilting its head in a rather awkward posture, sleeping like a pig.
Ye Jingtang was wearing his clothes in front of the bronze mirror. He could vaguely hear the words of the good wife and mother disciplining their daughter coming from the main room next door.
"Hurry up and get up. The sun is shining on your butt…"
"Martial Mistress, where's my undergarment…"
"Shh! Shameless… Your Brother Jingtang is next door…"
"Hehe~"
…
Although they weren't really a family of three, this feeling was still very blissful.
But when Ye Jingtang thought about how this happiness should belong to the Pacifying Heaven Cult Master, he felt even more pressured.
