"Miss Ye is in the account room; maybe the Prince would like to go see her. This old servant shall go prepare the meal now." Housekeeper Mu glanced at the appearance of his own Prince and hurriedly led him toward the account room.
Dusk approached; outside the building, nightfall had already enveloped everything.
Feng Xun walked to the exterior of the account room and saw that the lamps inside had yet to be lit. Upon pushing open the door, he only caught sight of a small head bowed over the desk.
Behind the tall stack of account books, Ye Lingyue had already fallen asleep.
On the gauze, there was still some ink that had smeared, forming a comical black blotch.
She had never done things like overseeing account books before. Having looked at them all day, she was indeed tired and now slept soundly.
