Chunyu Yan returned to Yunchuan for the New Year last year.
He left at the beginning of December, and if you count the days, it's been three months since they last saw each other.
Feng Yun looked at his languid appearance and said to Jiang Yin:
"You go ahead and greet the guests first."
Jiang Yin lowered her eyes, feeling so stifled that it seemed her breath would be taken away.
"Yes, madam."
She didn't look at Chunyu Yan, not even a glance.
Her hurried footsteps seemed to be avoiding the plague.
Feng Yun smiled, and after he left, she led Chunyu Yan to the second-floor study room.
"You've frightened Jiang Ji..."
Chunyu Yan was noncommittal.
The book servant came up to serve tea, and the two were silent.
Chunyu Yan's eyes were intensely fixed on her until the servant left, only then did he take a sip of tea.
"Business is growing bigger, Changmen is becoming increasingly prosperous, Feng Shi Er, do you have any thoughts on this?"
