Yan Qing stepped out of his room to be greeted by the warm, embracing sun, and he immediately felt the difference between Jiangnan and the Capital City. Off went the heavy cotton clothes, replaced by a light silk shirt, and he suddenly felt much lighter.
"Little Marquis, are you awake?" Duanyang and Yun Luo immediately stood up from under the window.
Yan Qing nodded and asked the two, "What have you been whispering about here since early morning, acting all sneaky?"
Duanyang: "..."
Yun Luo: "..."
Indeed, they had been whispering, but there was nothing sneaky about it.
"Hm?" Yan Qing stared at them, "Tell the truth, and if there's even a single word of deceit, see how I'll deal with you."
Duanyang: "..."
Yun Luo: "..."
They should have known to hide further away to talk; who knew that even if the Little Marquis couldn't hear, he would still have this tactic of pressing for answers.
Duanyang felt like crying and looked at Yun Luo.
