Wen Ying's home was in Zhaoge, which is now Henan Hebi.
"This is my last wish," Wen Ying sat in a chair, upon which a white banner was embroidered with a golden peony, looking dignified and imposing: "It's been more than a thousand years since I last returned after my father left."
Gu Tao activated the positioning device on his arm, checked the distance, then laughed and said, "Mrs. Wen, you always look like a lady of a noble family, how did you suddenly become a demoness?"
"People's words are to be feared."
Wen Ying chuckled lightly, and Gu Tao looked at her smile and smiled knowingly. The attractiveness of this woman, not stunning at first glance, grew on him the more he looked; her temperance and poise, refined over time, made one want to approach her, and to chat or even embrace her without any desire.
"Captain, the surgical plan is ready. Would you like to review it?"
