Ever since they had resumed their intimate life, Yu Jiuqing's clinginess had shot through the roof. Pestering her almost every night was one thing, but lately, he had also taken on the air of a king who forsakes his morning court. Shen Qing had to practically push and coax him just to get him out of bed and off to work.
Seeing the look of disdain on his wife's face, Yu Jiuqing raised an eyebrow slightly. He didn't press closer. Instead, he took one of Shen Qing's hands and gently kissed her slender fingers. "Regarding Wu Shilang," he said, "the Ministry of Justice won't be closing the case anytime soon. But if they can't find the killer, they'll be forced to act according to procedure due to public pressure. It doesn't matter that Wu Shilang is the Marquis Wu'an's son. After all, everyone is watching this case.
