Qin Yuan couldn't help but lower her head, smiling with lips pursed.
Gu Jinghui leaned in, curiously asking, "Yuan'er, what are you laughing about?"
"I laugh because the Marquis is forced to consider even these things. The Marquis will go to the Great Camp tomorrow, so there's no need to rush. Mother will arrange it. However, the Marquis' idea is brilliant. Gu Shiliu goes to Jizhou to find Lady Zhao's husband's family, and they can discuss their course of action, preventing someone from coming to seek relatives in the future and causing a lot of trouble."
Gu Jinghui also laughed softly, his somber face instantly softened. He raised his eyelids, his eyes narrow and sharp, gazing steadily at her through thick eyelashes, proudly saying, "This is the result of my all-night discussion with Sixteen."
It seemed as if seeking praise, yet he couldn't help flaunting.
Qin Yuan pursed her lips again.
