Sang Ruoying frowned slightly, neither saying she wouldn't let me come nor agreeing, but instead asked if I was bored sitting in the carriage.
I was somewhat surprised that this person cared so much about my feelings. She was definitely different from the rumored Sang Ruoying...
After recalling the mistress's words, my regret level increased by a whopping +99999.
As I pondered how to respond, my gaze fell upon Sang Ruoying. She wore a tall black gauze hat and a crimson official robe. Her face was as handsome as jade, and her demeanor was gentle and refined, a far cry from the air I had when we first met.
When the other person stopped saying anything harsh, their expression seemed to change.
Sang Ruoying was unaware of my thoughts. He didn't think he was handsome and always acted as he pleased with his face. Over time, everyone came to think of him as a mean-spirited person who always had a sour expression.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Sang Ruoying leaned closer, raised her hand, and placed her palm on my forehead. "No fever, but you seem listless?"
The fragrance emanating from the other person wafted over, seemingly enveloping me instantly.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm fine." I looked up blankly, took his warm hand away, and secretly calmed my breathing.
The moment Sang Ruoying closer, my heart skipped a beat, as if something strange had happened.
No, it must be my imagination...
Even if I like someone, it's just simple admiration...
"Let's go to the Ministry of Revenue together. If you can't walk anymore, I'll carry you." Sang Ruoying didn't give me a choice before carrying me off the carriage.
Then he put me down, and I could barely stand by holding onto his arm. " Lord Sang, what... strength!" I almost blurted out. "Young hero, what strength!"
"Hmm, it's nothing." Sang Ruoying glanced at me, then turned to Dongzhu, who was standing by the carriage. "Take the food and follow."
Sang Ruoying's actions caught me off guard. I thought he would refuse, but he accepted my arrival so naturally and even offered to take me to visit the Ministry of Revenue.
I feel like this plot is going wrong. Shouldn't he be making sarcastic remarks and advising me not to be a simp?
Or did the Marquis secretly threaten him?
I swallowed hard and whispered in his ear, "You're acting strange today. Did my dad threaten you?"
Sang Ruoying scoffed upon hearing this. "Yes, the Marquis has threatened me. Young Master, what do you suggest we do?"
"..."
Seeing him suddenly smile so beautifully, I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I hadn't washed them before leaving the house. How could Sang Ruoying's smile seem even more beautiful now?
Why do I experience aesthetic fatigue in and out of cycles?
In short, it's good that the Marquis didn't threaten Sang Ruoying; after all, it's better to avoid trouble.
I followed Sang Ruoying into the Ministry of Revenue. The Ministry of Revenue was bustling with people, and officials were busy moving about. The documents were piled up like mountains.
They had already heard about the banquet on the ship that night, and had expected to see Lord Sang tortured, but this was all?
Sang Ruoying not only helped the young master walk forward, but her gentle demeanor also made her seem quite unfamiliar!
Oh no, could it be that Lord Sang has been possessed by some evil spirit?
Sang Ruoying ignored the group of people and led me through several corridors to a relatively quiet courtyard.
"This is where I handle official business," Sang Ruoying, her tone as if answering a child's question.
I looked around and saw several green bamboos planted in the courtyard, their shadows swaying gently. The ground was paved with bluestone slabs, making it look exceptionally quiet and secluded.
I nodded. "It is indeed a good place to work in peace and quiet. The Ministry of Revenue is actually quite large."
All the way, I focused all my strength on Sang Ruoying's hands, but Sang Ruoying seemed quite natural. I was puzzled and at the same time, I was thinking about how to provoke Sang Ruoying so that I would have an excuse to leave and pretend that nothing had happened.
Dongzhu placed the food box on the stone table and respectfully stepped aside.
Sang Ruoying gestured for me to sit down, then sat opposite me. He opened the food box, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the dishes inside. "You prepared all of this? Have you had lunch?"
I smiled slightly, "I've already used them. But I didn't prepare these; I don't have the skill or energy. They were made by the cooks in the manor. I'm just passing on what I've learned."
Sang Ruoying picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and praised, "It tastes good, much better than the food at the Ministry of Revenue."
I looked at him, a little puzzled. "What do you usually eat?"
"It's just some simple food, enough to fill our stomachs," Sang Ruoying said casually, seemingly unconcerned.
I've noticed that Sang Ruoying always gives off a very real vibe, just like... a modern, high-quality office worker!
" Lord Sang, are you usually very busy with official duties?" I asked casually.
"It's alright. The Ministry of Revenue is full of complicated affairs, there's always something to do." Sang Ruoying put down her chopsticks and looked at my face. "But you, you're not feeling well, why did you make the trip yourself?"
I paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I'm just sitting at home doing nothing anyway, might as well come out for some fresh air."
Sang Ruoying looked at me, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. "You're quite optimistic."
"Also... I'm planning to come and bring you meals more often, what do you think?" Although I had just asked her in the carriage, Sang Ruoying didn't answer me, and I needed a definite answer.
Sang Ruoying looked into my eyes, my heart pounded like a drum, but I feigned calmness and indifference in my gaze.
"Sure, if you want to come in and find me..."
"No, I'll have someone bring it in for you right at the door. The Ministry of Revenue isn't a place outsiders can just walk into." I was suddenly a little disappointed that the other person didn't refuse.
"You're afraid someone will impeach me? Don't worry, people impeach me every day." Sang Ruoying's expression seemed to be used to it.
I was speechless, thinking to myself, "You're actually quite pleased with your relationship."
After Sang Ruoying meal, I gradually felt drowsy due to the effects of the medicine.
Sang Ruoying seemed to have many more questions for me, but I was already so sleepy that I fell asleep on the table.
Sang Ruoying, familiar with the routine, picked me up in his arms. He looked at the simple low couch in the resting place, and then at my delicate skin. He decided to take advantage of the midday break to send me back to the Marquis's residence, and then rushed back to the Ministry of Revenue to work.
The people in the Marquis's residence were all dumbfounded and shocked when they saw Lord Sang openly carrying me in.
When I woke up, I heard Dongzhu cautiously recount what had happened while I was asleep.
I thought falling asleep in front of others was just a coincidence, but I never imagined I could actually take a nap anytime, anywhere.
How does Lord Sang look?
"Young Master, I couldn't discern Lord Sang's emotions on his face, but intuitively, he didn't seem to find it troublesome to bring you back..."
She could have simply put me in the carriage and had someone take me home, but Sang Ruoying insisted on taking me herself...
I suddenly had a bad feeling.