Lady Ge Beining couldn't be more irritated to call him with such a formal title—a Marquis. She still remembered the days he'd follow her around, when she was but a young child, and he'd tease her as a friendly uncle.
Back then, he was still a lowly Earl whose wealth came from being a merchant. Now, he had the favor of the dying Emperor.
"Oh dear, an unfortunate event? What could be troubling that pretty little head of yours, Lady Ge?" Marquis Qin asked with a slow smile, revealing his yellow teeth.
"I-I wouldn't dream of bothering you with my problems," Lady Ge Beining stuttered out. She cursed herself for coming off as weak. It wasn't her specialty and having to act in front of him was such a waste of her talent and time. He must've enjoyed the sight of her, demure and timid.
Lady Ge Beining wondered how old and senile he must've become to be this delusional.
