Qin Yuan lowered her head to straighten her skirts and sat down. Gu Jinghui leaned in close and whispered quietly into her ear, "Madam, you truly are a master strategist. As soon as I mentioned that there was smallpox in the inner courtyard, they only dared to cause a scene in the outer courtyard—they wouldn't even go near the inner courtyard."
"Marquis, you overstate it. It was merely a coincidence."
Qin Yuan turned her face to reply, and her cheek brushed just past Gu Jinghui's lips; both of them paused in surprise.
Immediately, Gu Jinghui's ears began to turn red, and the corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly.
Qin Yuan stiffened her face, her gaze wandering, quietly avoiding Gu Jinghui's eyes.
At this moment, the nanny who had been rolling on the ground had stopped her wailing, and, prostrated on the floor, lifted her head and asked hoarsely, "Marquis, now that the Marchioness is here, can you finally give this old woman an explanation?"
