Zhou Shuren looked up and saw the Crown Prince flipping through the tax records from various regions. Turning his head, he saw a guard still moving the account books. It seemed the Crown Prince couldn't leave anytime soon.
However, he felt quite annoyed. This wasn't his workspace—why should he share an office with the Crown Prince?
It was all because, at the mention of needing someone to explain things, Mr. Qiu immediately pushed him forward. Sighing deeply, he didn't want to share the room with the Crown Prince either. He feared that the Crown Prince would discover even more of his talents and end up trapping him again—yes, that's how self-absorbed he was.
The Crown Prince lifted his head, "Why does Lord Zhou sigh?"
Clutching his teacup, Zhou Shuren said, "Your servant laments the brevity of life. I just think one must eat and drink well while they can."
The Crown Prince's mouth curled into a smile, "I don't think so. One should maintain good health, so they can do more."
