Flipping through the accounts book in hand, Dongfang Ming replied without looking up, "In the afternoon."
He snapped the book shut and set it aside, before reaching out for a perfectly framed portrait.
"Ming Yan, what do you think of this picture? Does it look like Liu Duo?" As he admired the portrait of the woman in question, his mouth curved into a smile.
Ming Yan glanced at the picture and said, "Yes, it is very much like Madam Ye."
He did not understand why his master, who had excellent craftsmanship, could doubt his own superb painting skills.
He recalled his suspicions and went on to ask with caution, "Master, about Madam Ye..."
But he was unable to form words for the latter half of his question. A servant should not be second-guessing his master's intentions, after all.
Dongfang Ming picked up on his hesitations and asked in a gentle manner, "Yes, what about Madam Ye? Go on."
He was curious to know why Ming Yan was fumbling with his words.
