Xiao Chenyuan's sudden confession stirred up turbulent waves in her heart.
Now that the matter of the refugees had mostly been resolved, he no longer needed to rush about outside. Staying in the Manor meant the two of them would inevitably run into each other, day in and day out.
QingWu deliberately tried to avoid him, yet somehow, she still ended up encountering him several times a day.
On the day the court's relief grain had arrived, her usual laziness vanished—she actually took the initiative to slip away, heading straight for the shantytown alley.
Now, even others began noticing the subtle tension between two of them.
The elderly attendant carried a food box as he went to report to Xiao Chenyuan. The man, clad in light armor, was just about to leave the residence when the elderly attendant hurried after him. "My Lord."
Xiao Chenyuan glanced at the food box in his hands.
