Duanyang had no idea what was going through Yan Qing's mind. Seeing that he hadn't asked him to get anything from the lady, he went straight into the room.
Looking at Yun Luo with suspicion, he asked quietly, "The young Marquis has always been very generous, hasn't he? When did he become stingy? Not even giving out wedding money."
Yun Luo couldn't quite fathom it either; men's hearts were unfathomable, and the young Marquis's heart was like a needle in the sea bed. He said ambiguously, "Maybe it's because my master is richer?"
Duanyang: "..."
That might be it! Thinking like this wasn't wrong, the lady was indeed richer than the young Marquis.
After Yan Qing entered the room, he felt that his own room, to which he was accustomed, was more comfortable. He took off his boots, got into bed, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep in.
