Chapter 162: Rare Leisurely Rest Time

Chapter 162: A Rare Moment of Repose

Zhao Changhe reflected that with Gusu currently in the throes of military chaos, and the Tang family in utter disarray, neither the aunt nor the niece of the Tang clan would have the leisure to visit. His wounds were far from healed, leaving him with quite literally nothing to do.

He had half a mind to converse further with Sisi, yet it felt improper to inquire directly about the status of the Ancient Spirit Clan. To avoid a situation where both parties harbored secrets and created an awkward impasse, it seemed hiding in the room to tell stories was indeed the better alternative.

This could well be counted as a rare moment of repose since his transmigration. The pace of the past six months had been altogether too frantic; looking back, a profound weariness crept over him.

Seeing Zhao Changhe relent, Sisi was overjoyed, vanishing in a flurry of rapid, pattering footsteps.

When she reappeared, she had changed back into the attire of a little maidservant. True to her word, her waist was no longer exposed, wrapped up tight and proper.

Then, with great glee, she pulled him down to sit beside the tea table, fishing out some jars and tins like a child displaying hidden treasures: "This disguise technique is actually no great mystery. It is merely a special material concocted from a rather secretive formula; when applied to the face, it looks precisely like real skin! Once you are proficient, you can mix different skin tones, which forms the foundation of impersonating others. If you do not wish to impersonate anyone, you can just use it to cover scars and the like. Learn the formula, and that is all there is to it."

Zhao Changhe leaned his head forward to inspect it: "It truly has no scent. Are the raw ingredients easy to find?"

"Not particularly easy, but with the Tang family as your backer, why should you fear that? You can have as much as you desire." Sisi sniffed, suddenly sweeping the items away, and flipped her delicate hand: "Give me some money."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

Sisi replied with perfect righteousness: "I am out of money. Several times you left your banknotes right before my eyes; do you know how hard I had to endure not to sweep them away and flee?"

Zhao Changhe lost his composure and laughed: "Give you money? Should this be counted as keeping a mistress, or as a maid's monthly stipend?"

Sisi’s eyes rippled with shifting light as she said seductively: "As for my current identity, there must be an accounting to the Tang family. How about I truly become your maidservant? However, this maidservant is a bit expensive..."

Zhao Changhe pulled out a thousand-tael banknote and shoved it over: "Is keeping you for ten days enough?"

Sisi snatched the banknote in an instant, muttering: "Only ten days... and three days have to be deducted from before."

Zhao Changhe was truly caught between tears and laughter: "Hey, you are genuinely my maid now, you know. Do you really have no regard for your dignity?"

"What is wrong with being a maid? Apart from exchanging a few teasing words, what else can Master even do?"

"...I see you have forgotten certain painful past events?"

Sisi stiffened her neck and said: "I don't remember! Alright, back to disguise. Do you merely wish to alter your features so you won't be recognized, making it convenient to conduct clandestine affairs, or do you intend to learn to the extent of transforming into someone else entirely?"

"I have no desire to live my days wearing another man's face, pure