Yan Xiaohan remained unmoved, quickly finishing the last few lines before tossing down his brush and rubbing his wrist. He leaned back lazily in his chair. He let out a long breath: “Alright, finally done.”
Before his words could fully fade, he suddenly turned and sneezed. The steward panicked: “Oh my, what’s wrong? Please don’t catch a cold… shall I have someone brew some ginger soup?”
Yan Xiaohan wrinkled his nose and waved his hand: “Don’t be so dramatic, it’s nothing.”
Just as he finished speaking, Yan Xiaohan sneezed again. The old servant: “…I’ll still go brew some ginger soup.” Yan Xiaohan chuckled: “Forget it, come back. Isn’t this just normal?” The steward was initially puzzled about what was “normal”, but soon understood the implied meaning. Glancing at his expression, he chimed in: “The marquis is probably already in Yanzhou, thinking of you right now.” He continued: “Forgive this old servant for speaking out of turn, but you’re working day and night, burning the midnight oil, which is truly harmful to your health. If the marquis were here, he would never let you work so hard.” ”Hmm?” Yan Xiaohan raised an eyebrow and scoffed: “What kind of talk is this… Before the wife has even entered the door, you’re already using him to pressure me?” Seeing that he didn’t seem angry, but rather appeared quite pleased, the steward boldly said: “You and the marquis will support each other for life, with someone who understands and cares for you—how is this oppression?” Yan Xiaohan was flattered by these words and broke into a smile, then added: “Pick some thick fur and silk to send to him.” ＜＜
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“The steward thought to himself that despite their master’s usual stern demeanor, when he truly loved someone, he was deeply affectionate and considerate, unable to let go.
