Gao Jian's hand rested on the stone table, carefully feeling around. He touched the warm teacup, then felt the rim before slowly picking up the tea. Bringing it close to his lips, he cautiously took a sip.
Shujun, with one hand propping up her cheek, appeared leisurely and content, the embodiment of languid comfort.
Her demeanor had been honed by her time conducting business in Qingfeng Prefecture. Perhaps because she had seen the outside world and experienced so many personal affairs, her perspective had broadened compared to before.
Thus, her mindset was very composed.
She inquired, "I wonder, for what reason do you two... look like this?"
Her connections were wide, and even while away from Taihang Town, she could grasp the comings and goings, major and minor affairs here—yet there were some places that, no matter how far Liang Shujun reached, she could not penetrate.
For example, the He Mansion.
