The bed canopy concealed the scene on the bed.
Only when the canopy completely blocked the view could one vaguely see our Young Master embracing her male concubine by the neck.
Afterwards, everything was hidden behind the canopy.
Lanzhi had finished dealing with the newcors and was originally planning to return and ask the Marquis if he needed a al.
But just as she reached the door, she heard unusual sounds coming from inside.
Though, this wasn’t the first ti she had heard them.
After all, Lanzhi was still a maiden yet to marry.
She silently turned around and dismissed the servants.
Then stood at a proper distance from the door.
Guarding there.
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By the ti they ate this noon al, the sun had already slanted westward, marking the afternoon.
Su Yan was dressed neatly, but the visible markings of kisses on her neck were evident, her lips slightly swollen, yet to subside.
Ji Yu was wearing his inner clothes, sitting at the table, looking very weak due to illness.
Su Yan ate, bite by bite.
After a while, she put down her chopsticks and looked at Ji Yu.
"You saved the Su Family, and what you hid before is written off."
She suddenly brought up the matter, and Ji Yu was initially stunned.
Then his eyes lit up.
He nodded.
"Yes."
Actually, Su Yan wasn’t angry.
She just saw that Ji Yu seed to dwell on this matter endlessly, perhaps because she had said sothing on a rainy day.
At that ti, she felt so irritable she was about to explode.
She could only vaguely rember what happened.
But she couldn’t rember each sentence clearly.
So she brought up Ji Yu’s rescue of the Su Residence, deliberately to offset it.
Su Yan saw he seed a bit happier, so she continued:
"Everything I’ve said to you before counts. Take care of your illness and get better quickly."
Ji Yu nodded.
"Yes, Marquis."
Although Ji Yu said nothing, one could still feel he was different from the forr cautious, pity-inducing look.
What Su Yan was unsure about was whether her words worked, or if it was because of the recent intimacy.
And from this day forward, Ji Yu’s illness started to recover without relapse.
Gradually healing.
Su Yan continued to spend mornings with Mr. Su, and afternoons were wholly spent beside Ji Yu.
One day, Ouyang Qing, already elevated to Crown Prince, appeared in the courtyard wearing a yellow Qilin Robe.
He seed to still have that lazy deanor.
Yet also seed significantly different.
His gestures and actions seed to carry an air of authority.
He saw Ji Yu sitting in the pavilion and sat down there too.
Ji Yu stood to pay respect.
"Your Highness, Crown Prince."
Ouyang Qing waved his hand.
"So much formalities; I ca in through the back door, not alerting anyone at the Marquis Mansion."
After speaking, Ouyang Qing glanced at Ji Yu.
"Really not coming with ?"
Ji Yu looked down, sipping his tea, his voice faint.
"Ji Yu’s contract is with the Marquis."
Ouyang Qing propped his chin with one hand.
"You’ve truly beco close with him?"
Ji Yu said nothing, implicitly agreeing.
Ouyang Qing, unwilling to give up, persisted in persuasion.
"Pri Minister of the Cabinet, current Pri Minister, co with and I’ll give you whatever you want."
Ji Yu sipped his tea, his expression light, as before.
"Young Master said he dislikes court and plans to move away from the Capital once Mr. Su passes."
Ouyang Qing tapped the stone table with his fan, clack clack clack.
So annoyed he rolled his eyes again.
"Marquis, Marquis, Marquis—it’s always your Marquis. Did that Young Master Su cast so spell on you?"
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