Guan Liang used the moment spent sorting documents to quickly compose his expression.
Though his position was Chief Strategist, he actually had to look after his superior's daily needs in addition to his official duties.
Fortunately, his superior was not particular about food, clothing, housing, or transportation. All Guan Liang needed to do was instruct the attendants in the residence to regularly send the clothes in the dressing rooms out for professional cleaning.
By his count, there were several dressing rooms in the residence, with more clothes than anyone could count.
Of course, the documents on the Marshal's desk were just as countless.
Why would his superior leave those documents unread and deliberately visit the dressing room farthest away?
Besides, given how he forgot things from time to time, how could he possibly remember which clothes he had lost?
At that thought, Guan Liang felt no panic whatsoever and shifted the blame straight onto his superior.
"Why would perfectly good clothes go missing? You're probably imagining it."
Just as Guan Liang expected, the Marshal hesitated.
Considering his history of memory loss, Xianyu did not immediately argue.
He thought back for a while, then said, "I'm not imagining it. It's true. Several of my coats are missing."
Guan Liang then asked which dressing room they had been in.
As luck would have it, it was precisely the one farthest from the study-the one he had assumed his superior would never visit.
Guan Liang remained utterly composed, lying without so much as a change in expression:
"It's probably because they're made of unusual materials. They can't get wet, can't be tumble-dried, and, oh, can't be dry-cleaned either."
What the hell? Xianyu thought. *If they can't get wet or be dry-cleaned, how are you supposed to wash them? Surely you don't throw them