Qin Yuan glanced at Marquis Gu, quietly eating her meal.
She still chewed slowly and carefully, as if she had merely exchanged casual words just now.
Whether Marquis Gu agreed or not—she cared not at all.
Gu Jinghui, seeing her act thus, felt even less able to eat.
"Yuan'er, do you suspect Brother Cheng and Sister Yu of some misconduct?"
Qin Yuan set down her chopsticks, swallowed the food in her mouth, then replied, "I do."
"We are husband and wife, why should we not speak openly?"
Gu Jinghui adjusted his posture.
Qin Yuan lowered her gaze and said, "...But I did say just now, half of my doubts stem from Mrs. Zhao..."
Gu Jinghui cut her off: "But you previously persuaded me to go to the main house, to calm the children. I promised to arrange their futures well, yet I have failed again and again."
Previously, I said I would send Brother Cheng to the Imperial College.
Then I said I would hire a tutor for him.
