Carefully approaching the desk, she glanced around nervously. Reaching the desk, she scanned the surroundings, as if afraid someone might suddenly burst in. The silence around her put her at ease.
On the desk were writing implements, and a stack of scrolls neatly arranged in one corner. In another corner, a golden token lay prominently. Shan Xiaoya reached out and picked up the token, examining it closely. A triumphant smile spread across her face. Unexpectedly, she had obtained the general’s token so easily.
Suddenly, voices from outside caught her attention. “The general has returned!” Footsteps approaching the study were now mere inches away. Whoever was walking seemed about to push open the door.
Shan Xiaoya panicked, searching for a hiding spot in the study. There was hardly anywhere to conceal herself. Besides the bookshelf, incense burner, and desk, there were no concealing objects.
The door creaked open… Shan Xiaoya quickly dove under the desk without any choice… Hu Yannan strode in. Unaware of anything unusual, he naturally came to the desk and sat down in the chair. Following him was Zhu Zongguang from the General’s mansion. Zhu Zongguang respectfully stood to one side. “General, what is the matter?”… Zhu Zongguang’s raised head directly met Shan Xiaoya’s nimble eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Shan Xiaoya quickly shook her hand and placed her index finger on her lips, making a gesture to keep silent. Zhu Zongguang opened and closed his mouth, saying nothing, staring in surprise at Shan Xiaoya under the desk…
At this moment, a young maid brought a cup of tea to Hu Yannan and then walked out. Hu Yannan looked puzzled at the unusual Zhu Zongguang. “Zhu Zongguang, what’s wrong with you?” Zhu Zongguang quickly averted his gaze, awkwardly blinking. He didn’t know whether to say that the madam was under the desk or not. He unconsciously glanced under the desk and ultimately chose to say nothing. “Reporting to the General, nothing is wrong. Oh! Right, what did you want me for?”
Shan Xiaoya felt herself being pulled into a solid chest, his body as hard as stone. Crashing into it brought only pain and a feeling of being trapped in an inescapable embrace. Shan Xiaoya pushed against his hard chest, wanting to create distance between them.
