Looking at the swaying bead curtain, Qin Yuan: "..."
This time is better, at least he didn't rush out through the window.
From outside came the latter half of Marquis Gu's sentence: "... I'll tell you the rest later ..."
Later.
Always later.
Qin Yuan fiddled with the round fan in her hand, unable to resist muttering softly: "It's like a fire is burning under him, is it so urgent? I wonder what came to his mind again. Always startling me, can't he sit and talk with me properly for once."
Hong Ye came in, leaned in, and whispered: "Why did the Marquis rush out again? Is there something important?"
"Who knows," Qin Yuan sighed: "He was talking, seemed to think of something and said he had to find Sixth Master. Let's not worry about them. Old Madam mentioned the family should do ancestral worship together on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the clan leader's wife wants me to help. Luckily, the Marquis refused, so I got out of it, but how should the mansion celebrate the festival?"
