Zhan Lan's fingers brushed against the stubble newly grown on Mu Yan's chin and said, "Husband, what grand gift shall we send him?"
Mu Yan clasped her restless hand and replied, "In a few days, my lady will understand."
Zhan Lan gazed at Mu Yan's mysterious expression. Her eyes deepened as well.
Her husband might not know; she already knew Si Jun's secret.
...
At 5:30 AM, Si Jun arrived at a secluded teahouse to secretly meet the Minister of War, Zhu Zhilang.
"Lord Wei, why does your complexion look so poor?" Zhu Zhilang asked.
Si Jun's face was pallid, resembling someone who had recently endured a severe illness.
Si Jun coughed lightly and smiled, "Mr. Zhu, I caught a cold. I've taken medicine and will recover in a couple of days."
Zhu Zhilang nodded, "Lord Wei must take care of yourself!"
Si Jun smiled faintly, with a tinge of embarrassment, and asked, "Mr. Zhu, is Miss Longyue well?"