"The grain that was seized needed to be transferred into the estate, and even if it could escape the eyes of the Northern Yong Army, it couldn't elude Ao Qi.
Thus, when Feng Yun went to Huayuejian, she already had a plan to "whitewash" the grain.
The small boats carrying the grain would circle around to the rear of Huayuejian. By the time Ao Qi came frantically searching, the seized grain would appear with a legitimate origin, and this act of merit would fall upon the shoulders of the Crown Prince of Yunchuan, Chunyu Yan.
"That day I was in good cheer talking with the owner of Huayuejian. He pitied the scarcity in my estate and generously donated..."
Feng Yun spoke in a light and breezy manner, with even a hint of tender sentiment in the words "in good cheer." Ao Qi's mind was instantly brought back to that night on the elegant pavilion, where he saw her with disheveled clothing and a flushed face...
What good cheer? Without thinking, one would know what they'd done.
