1811
Ge Xuan heard Liang Qisen call her by her full name, realizing that he was genuinely upset. She was about to say something when Xiangxiang came over, speaking earnestly, "Young Master Liang is graceful, but he is still slightly inferior to me, Fu Zhongyang."
"Pfft ~~" Ge Xuan laughed, "Fu Zhongyang, did you come over specifically to praise yourself?"
Liang Qisen drooped his head, "Cousin, Zhongyang is speaking the truth."
Xiangxiang, seeing that Liang Qisen was self-aware, was satisfied and said, "Don't worry, I can guarantee you won't have any scars."
Upon hearing this, Liang Qisen became excited, "Zhongyang, I knew that with you here, I'd be safe!"
After a moment, Liang Qisen added, "By the way, give me paper and a pen, I'll write to my little servant to send more grain to Wanlin City!"
"That won't be necessary, the Imperial Court has already sent grain. If you want to help the people of Wanlin City, you can wait until you return to Anhe City to send more grain."
