And they were at it again. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were screaming at the top of their lungs, about to rip each other's heads off. Even though they had all become heavenly officials now, they still had the temperament of a child's.

You had been one of Xie Lian's servants 800 years ago alongside Mu Qing and Feng Xin, as an artisan and entertainer. You would hand make all of his clothes, perform dances and play the gu qin for him too.

"Shall I stop them, your highness?" you ask.