Cui Yun's words were all attentively heeded by Ji Qing.
He knew full well the importance and urgency; since Miss Shen was personally entrusted to their care by Xie Xun, there could be no room for mistakes. Hence, the Marquis was somewhat anxious.
But why must the abstinent Cui Yun use his own hands? He too could have acted!
If Ji Huo, vexed and embittered, were to spread this matter, the rampant rumors might just be confirmed.
Even returning to the Mansion would not bring peace.
Though Ji Qing was burdened with heavy thoughts, his pace on horseback never slowed.
At this moment, the Octagonal Pavilion in Marquis Yangling Mansion was the epitome of tranquility.
On the stone table, an array of pastries and fruits were neatly arranged. The maids, considerate as ever, had padded the stone stools with thick plush.
"I've told you that these ledgers need not be reviewed by me," Cui Xuan spoke gently, pushing back the hefty account books.
