Chapter 15: Prepare.
A few hours had passed since the morning’s surprise.
Fang Yuan now sat inside his personal study, the festive sounds outside dulled to a faint background hum.
Despite the laughter, music, and bustling servants beyond the courtyard, a storm churned silently behind his composed expression.
Aunt Jingyi sat across from him, legs elegantly crossed, balancing a steaming cup of spirit tea in one hand while leafing through a stack of scrolls with the other.
"—and that, little Yuan, is why you don’t sign a petition just because you want your task to lessen even by a little," she finished, tapping one of the documents with a sharp fingernail.
"you should be more careful, little yuan. You’re our family head, you can’t be careless and take this things lightly."
Fang Yuan didn’t smile.
He hadn’t smiled in over an hour.
Because something she had said earlier kept echoing in his mind:
"Well, you approved the feast! We couldn’t have done it otherwise, dear."
At first, he thought she was teasing again. But she was not.