Jing Shao waited for a long while, but Jun Qing didn't speak. He just lowered his gaze and remained quiet. This moment of silence unexpectedly calmed Jing Shao down, and he then realized that the words he had just said were very aggressive.
"I didn't say that you just have to swallow your anger," Mu Hanzhang said quietly, his hands clasped tightly as they rested on his knees. The goose feather fan had also fallen to one side unnoticed. "It's still necessary to wait on this matter... En?"
Jing Shao looked at his appearance and his heart immediately began to hurt incessantly. He walked forward and held the hands that were so tightly clasped that the knuckles had turned white. Seeing Mu Hanzhang raise his head doubtfully, Jing Shao reached out to touch his face. "I'm not angry with you." How could he have forgotten how sensitive his Jun Qing was?
"Jun Qing..." Jing Shao crouched down and looked up at him.
Mu Hanzhang looked down at Jing Shao, whose eyes were full of heartache. His slightly bitter heart suddenly turned sweet and sour. His lips couldn't help but curl up, and he slowly leaned forward to kiss those beautiful eyes. "You are my husband, and you should be angry with me, but since you don't think you should, then if you do it again later, I'll punish you."
"Okay." Jing Shao received a kiss of Mu Hanzhang's own volition, and immediately he was over the moon. He agreed with whatever his Wang Fei said.
"What is a good punishment then?" Mu Hanzhang squinted his beautiful eyes. "Punish you to sleep in the study for three days, how about that?"
"How can that be?" Jing Shao turned unwilling right away. He put his head on his Wang Fei's lap, hugged his strong and narrow waist, and swayed him a little. "When other husbands and wives quarrel with each other, they quarrel from the top to the end of the bed. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Mu Hanzhang's lips curved and he let himself be hugged and swayed.
"Because they roll from the top of the bed to the end, performing the matters of cloud and rain. If they enjoy themselves fully, they will reconcile." Jing Shao said with a thick skin.
"Saying nonsense again!" Mu Hanzhang's fair and handsome face turned red, and he pushed at Jing Shao. "Let's talk about proper matters. You won't be able to deal with the matter today yourself in a satisfactory manner. Besides, the military campaign is near at hand, and you won't have enough energy to handle everything. So, it's best to hand this over to Rui Wang." The second prince had been conferred the title in a ceremony a few days ago, and should now be called Rui Wang.
"Brother?" Jingshao picked himself up, his gaze hooded as he pondered deeply. He really didn't have the patience to meddle with the twists and turns in court politics. This matter involved the Ministry of Revenue. If he went to find his Imperial Father, at most, only the people who had a direct hand in it would be dealt with. However, his brother had a wide network of contacts in court. If Jing Shao asked him to handle it, perhaps more would be uncovered.
"We're just observing for now, but naturally we should take this opportunity to gain some benefits." Mu Hanzhang's lips curled up. He picked up the goose feather fan from the ground and fanned Jing Shao. The weather in the seventh month was still sizzling hot. Because Jing Shao had been tossing back and forth for a while, he had already begun to sweat all over.
"You're right. I'll leave for my brother's residence in a moment." Jing Shao felt comfortable being fanned, so he leaned forward to rest his upper body on Mu Hanzhang's lap again.
"Take these account books and the ones I copied with you. If there are any other eyesores in court, tell brother as well." Mu Hanzhang thought about it, then finished with another sentence. "Remember to hide it from his advisors."
