In the main hall, Jiang Shaohua and Cui Du locked eyes.
Two months had quietly passed since their last meeting. During these two months, Jiang Shaohua had been busy inspecting the military camp, settling the displaced people, and dealing with a certain Chief Clerk Zhao. Cui Du hadn't been idle either, as he trained another group of farmers who came to the field manor for study.
Others were unaware, but only they understood the subtle awkwardness between them.
"Commandery Princess, don't be angry." Cui Du stepped forward two steps, breaking the silence: "Only the Commandery Princess knows my origins in this world. The Commandery Princess is also most familiar with my temperament. It was a momentary lapse, please don't take it to heart."
Jiang Shaohua looked at Cui Du's handsome face, which admitted his mistake with frankness, and after a moment of silence, said, "Not all were mere random words."
Cui Du's eyes quietly brightened, but he said nothing further.
