"You've worked hard, my lord."
Seeing that she had once again changed her address to him, Chu Heng's eyes darkened as the gaze on her face shifted away. He hummed in response, turned around, and headed into the village. His back was straight, his clothing swaying with the wind, and he left unhurriedly.
Only when Ye Muyu and the others had walked far away did the gaze lingering on his figure retract.
"What's wrong?" As she turned her head, she saw Zhao Qingqing looking at her thoughtfully.
"Ah? Nothing, nothing at all." Zhao Qingqing's eyes curved into a smile as she quickly changed the subject, not wanting Sister Ye to know that she felt Lord Chu's reaction was somewhat... How should she put it? It seemed he wasn't quite indifferent to Sister Ye.
Ye Muyu did not ask further, leading the way ahead and introducing the grains grown on the manor.
They quickly arrived at the warm house.
