Qin Yuan lifted her foot and walked in, and saw Marquis Gu sitting behind the desk. His jaw and cheeks were covered in a fine stubble, and his eyes showed bloodshot lines.
His clothes hadn't been changed; they were wrinkled, still the same as yesterday's.
In this state… it seemed he hadn't slept all night.
"Husband, did you not rest last night?" Qin Yuan looked at him disapprovingly.
Gu Jinghui gave a dry laugh and said, "I'll go freshen up. Yuan'er, wait here for me a moment."
With that, he quickly got up and went to wash up.
Hong Ye and Cui Ming were setting the food on the small table by the desk.
Qin Yuan idly flipped through the slips of paper on the table—there were more than a dozen, scattered around—with some idle phrases written on them, not even seemingly connected in any way.
Reading them was utterly baffling.
There must be a set way of reading these between the Marquis and his subordinates; outsiders couldn't easily decipher them.
