Hong Ye paused, then said, "There's no need to rush, Miss can take her time investigating."
With that, she picked up pen and paper, sat to the side, and chose a ledger to look through.
Cui Ming, meanwhile, slowly tidied up her sewing.
Outside the house, in the courtyard, Gu Jinghui, who had just stepped onto the covered bridge, halted his steps and hid his figure in the shadows so as not to be seen by the little maidservants standing under the eaves.
He, too, wanted to hear Qin Yuan's reply.
Inside the house, Qin Yuan said, "How could I not hurry? Now that all the account books are here, if I comb through them thoroughly, I'll definitely catch the mistakes. What I want won't wait around for someone else to place it in my hands."
Gu Jinghui plucked a leaf, toying with it in his hands, his narrow eyes staring straight at the window of the main room.
The window's gauze cast wavering silhouettes.
