Qin Yuan blinked her eyes and casually waved the round fan in her hand, smiling, "Why is Mr. Songshan suddenly interested in my private business?"
Mr. Songshan couldn't help but stretch his neck, his slender sharp eyes squinting slightly, combined with the white jade crown on top, he looked more and more like a solitary crane.
"You still want to hide it from me?
The Marquis already mentioned that you are sending Wang Zichuan and others to trade ginseng.
Can this really be your private business?
And now you can't be honest, what's the point of making such a fuss?"
Mr. Songshan couldn't help but shake the little finger on his left hand.
The scars from the blood alliance there hadn't completely healed yet.
Qin Yuan used the round fan to half-cover her face, exposing only her smiling eyes, as if trying to shield herself from Mr. Songshan's sharp questioning.
