Lou Chengye wore a glum expression, "I'll go talk to my father."
"Will Lord Prefect actually manage affairs of the rear courtyard?" Li Xingsheng raised his eyebrows.
Lou Chengye felt uncertain inside. Indeed, his father rarely meddled in matters of the rear courtyard.
His father was the prefect, with all sorts of miscellaneous affairs to handle.
He had to manage documents coming from the Capital, report the situation to the State Mansion, convey imperial intentions, arrange population and military matters for the counties below, oversee river engineering and mountain paths, and keep city law and order under control.
Sometimes he wouldn't be home for several days, always busy with tasks outside.
Li Xingsheng saw him with a gloomy face, sighing and remaining silent. He let out a cold laugh, "See, I was right, wasn't I? Your father doesn't manage rear courtyard matters, and you can't handle them either, so Yu En just continues to endure grievances?"
