Jiang Yimian looked at the money in the account and felt great.
As soon as Lu Cijian walked in, he saw Jiang Yimian's smiling face and was unconsciously infected by her happiness. "So happy."
Jiang Yimian simply raised an eyebrow; she was naturally happy to have earned money.
His gaze fell on the person in front of him, and he asked curiously, "You seem to have a lot of free time? The capital has been unusually quiet lately. What are your plans?"
Since the Yan Archery Banquet ended, the Marquis of Anding, the King of Chu, and the Tuyuhun have all been extremely quiet.
The more this is the case, the more unsettling it becomes.
Lu Cijian reached out and pinched her cheek across the table, saying helplessly, "You care about so many things. Why don't you care about me? I finally managed to find the time."
There's been no movement from the Marquis of Anding these past few days, but he's been genuinely busy for quite some time.
Jiang Yimian smiled, reached out and grasped the young man's hand, beaming as she said, "Lord Lu, you've had a hard time these past few days."
Lu Cijian was finally satisfied. He pinched Jiang Yimian's chin and kissed her lips.
Just as they were about to continue, they heard a few noises coming from outside.
Jiang Yimian quickly pushed the person away and looked out the window.
Zhao Xiaonian was holding several packets of silver ingots, looking smug. He handed out a large handful to Xiao Nuan'er and Xiao Ye while pointing at Song Er and mocking him.
He really did look like he deserved a beating.
Jiang Yimian smiled unconsciously, then looked up at Lu Cijian.
The young man was staring at her with resentment in his eyes, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.
Jiang Yimian cleared her throat and was about to speak when a hurried voice rang out from outside, "My lord, something has happened, something terrible has occurred."
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