Qin Yuan pushed open the door and entered. Seeing that neither of the two people inside looked well, she became even more certain that Gu Jinghui was angry about something else, unrelated to her. She smiled and said, "Husband, what would you like for dinner?"

Gu Jinghui wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible, so he said, "You can arrange it. I'm not picky. Bring it here later. I have something to talk to Sixteen."

Qin Yuan wisely left.

Gu Jinghui asked Gu Shiliu, "What should we do now?"

Gu Shiliu didn't know what to do either.

Lady Zhao was determined to fall ill, and no one could stop her. The Marquis could keep his distance from Lady Zhao, but he couldn't watch her walk the path to her own death.

We can't just watch two children grow up without a mother.

But……

There was another knock at the door; the maid was coming in to set the table.

Gu Jinghui asked curiously, "Didn't Madam just say she was going to serve the meal?"

The maidservant smiled and said, "Madam has already arranged the Marquis's meal; she just came to ask if there's anything the Marquis would like to eat."

Gu Jinghui's face relaxed, and he watched with a complicated expression as the maid set out the food and withdrew before saying, "Madam just wanted to have a meal with me."

His young wife is very clingy.

Gu Shiliu stared blankly at the two sets of tableware in front of him. If he could, he would not want to dine with the Marquis.

Qin Yuan enjoyed her dinner with her maids in a relaxed manner. After resting for a while, she lit an incense burner, finished writing the first half of the poem "Bodhisattva's Charm," and copied it onto a piece of floral paper. She then had Hongye and Cuiming bring out the calligraphy practice books she used to practice at home and place them on the table, intending to practice two hundred large characters every day.

As for how long Lord Gu and Gu Shiliu's secret discussion lasted, she had no idea.