Qiao An was returning from the palace to the courtyard in the eastern suburbs. As he watched Su Jiu getting off the carriage, he felt that she was different from usual. He gently smiled and asked, "What is the good thing that happened that made the chief smile so brightly?"
Su Jiu raised an eyebrow. "Did I smile? No, I didn't!"
With that, she touched her face.
Qiao An smiled warmly. While walking with Su Jiu to the backyard, he said casually without much thought, "I heard that Mr. Ji is back in the capital!"
The sun had set, and the lights in the courtyard were glowing. They danced around Su Jiu's delicate eyebrows as they flickered inside. She glanced at Qiao An and replied, "Master An, I think you have also gone bad!"
Qiao An looked up and laughed. "The chief has her guilty conscience, but others can't speak of it!"
