Pei Ji'an glanced at her.
Upon returning, Qu Fulan shed her lady's attire and changed back into her original clothes.
A glimpse of her was like a fleeting beauty, with her delicate hands and charming makeup.
She returned to her room and called for water.
Qu Fulan opened the wardrobe, took out his clothes, carefully paired each garment with the appropriate belt and accessories, and hung them on the rack, ready for him to put on.
After completing all this, she prepared to leave.
"After today's tasting, can you answer my question?"
His voice came from behind the screen.
Qu Fulan paused, "Yes, shall I report to the Princely Heir later?"
"Speak now."
Through the screen? Perhaps he had matters to attend to and no spare time to sit and listen leisurely.
Thinking of this, Qu Fulan pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Yesterday, the Princely Heir asked if I had any solutions. Today's outing was quite fruitful."
