Yun Zheng's eyebrows moved slightly. He closed the book in his hand and set it down, following her to the outer room.
"Lady, what do you want to ask?"
He sat down on the chair, picked up the teapot, poured a cup, and took a sip lightly. Then, he forcefully pulled Lady Yun onto his lap.
Lady Yun did not resist. After falling into that hard embrace, she naturally reached out to hook his neck.
"I'm asking you, the matter with Lord Zhang at Tai Fu Temple, are you the one who had someone leak it?"
Yun Zheng raised an eyebrow, one hand wrapped around her soft waist, the other holding the teacup, his expression nonchalant.
"Yes, just as Lady spoke to me about this previously, out of sympathy for Mrs. Xiao Zhang, wanting me to find someone to secretly leak the matter, right?"
"Whatever Lady wants to do, as long as it doesn't harm others, I will do it."
Lady Yun was delighted by the sweet talk, lifted her head, and planted a kiss on his face.
