Chapter 377 Wife, stick with me!
He Zhaojun smiled and blurted out, "This is called knowing the vastness of the universe, yet still pitying the green grass and trees. The Third Prince is too modest." She looked down at the manuscript again, noticing that the technique was quite different from that found in Lingnan. "I haven't asked yet, but which woman who adores His Highness the Third Prince created this manuscript?"
Wen Ziduan pursed his lips: "You."
"ah?"
"You designed and painted it yourself." Wen Ziduan pointed to the table beside him. They were all manuscripts found in He Zhaojun's room. He Zhaojun drew many of them, selected her favorite ones, compiled them into a book, and even carefully used various minerals as pigments to color the scrolls.
He Zhaojun lowered her head and flipped through the pages, her face flushing the more she read. She touched her cheek, feeling a little hot. Although she couldn't remember it, the familiarity etched in her bones told her that this was her brushstrokes, her own handwriting.
She had just been saying that the person who painted the picture must be very fond of Wen Ziduan, but it turned out to be herself. Was this considered a direct confession to him?
"I, I don't remember... Please don't take what I just said to heart."
Wen Ziduan saw that He Zhaojun was red from her neck to her ears. Even with the palm oil on, he could still see it clearly. He couldn't help but feel happy: "Okay, I... don't take it to heart."
You didn't say not to keep it in your heart.
He Zhaojun had the illusion that if Wen Ziduan were a dog, his tail would be wagging, and if he were a peacock, he would be flying around her. She looked down at the collection of atlases in her hand and suddenly understood her naming method: it wasn't exaggeration, but documentary.
So He Zhaojun struck while the iron was hot: "Then, Third Prince, may I look at the account books in the bedroom? I'm worried about other places. This matter involves many shops and fleets, so we must not be careless..."
"Okay, just wait and see." Wen Ziduan agreed without a second thought about the consequences. He Zhaojun wanted to stay in the bedroom, and he was more than happy to do so. "Have you found any problems with the account book?"
During the year that He Zhaojun disappeared, Wen Ziduan also helped manage her business to ensure its normal operation. However, he was the future crown prince of the Han Dynasty after all, and he was busy with official duties. It was indeed difficult for him to ask about every detail.
He Zhaojun nodded. "I took a quick look at the account books, and they seemed too flawless. It seems someone must have copied them. I don't know where the original books are. Now I can only check to see if I can find any clues."
Wen Ziduan now realized that what He Zhaojun meant by looking at the account books was just looking at the account books, and she did not do anything else. That night, He Zhaojun looked at the account books all night long, and even compared the prices of other shops found in Wen Ziduan's house, and checked them together. She cut the wick three or four times, and it was almost dawn outside, but He Zhaojun had no intention of resting at all.
Wen Ziduan sat up from the warm room and put a cloak on He Zhaojun: "This seems to need to be verified." He circled a less obvious problem with a pen, and He Zhaojun stood up excitedly.
"Indeed, now we have it all figured out. I know where they're falsifying their tactics. When daybreak arrives, will you come with me to the shop and find some solid evidence?"
Wen Ziduan nodded, agreeing readily. He slowly reached out his hand and held He Zhaojun's shoulder: "It's just that the night is short and the good night is fleeting."
The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became ambiguous. He Zhaojun opened her eyes wide and watched Wen Ziduan getting closer and closer.
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