Under the moonlight, Ye Muyu's little face peeked out from the quilt, flushed pink, deep in slumber.
Chu Heng's heart instantly relaxed. He reached out to gently stroke her forehead, ensuring there was no fever before withdrawing his hand. He leaned down and planted a kiss, murmuring softly, "Little troublemaker, always worrying me."
Of course, there was no response to his whisper. Chu Heng turned to wash up.
After changing clothes, in order not to disturb her rest, he specifically went to the study next door. Once he handled all official and personal affairs, as well as news from the Imperial Palace, the matter with Beirong had already been agreed upon; trade was inevitable.
Yet Chu Heng always felt that things wouldn't go so smoothly. He lightly tapped his fingers on the desk, pondered for a moment, then picked up a pen to write a secret letter and sent it out.
Once finished with his tasks, Chu Heng finally stood up and left the study.
