Footsteps echoed from outside the door.
Shen Qingjun was so startled that her hand trembled, causing the keys to drop to the ground. She hurriedly crouched down to retrieve them, and after picking them up, she put them back into their original brocade box. Just as she finished, Ji Zhiyuan's voice came from behind her.
"What are you doing?"
Shen Qingjun adjusted her emotions, turned around, and smiled, "What can I do? Naturally, I was tidying up your study."
Ji Zhiyuan strode into the study and his gaze swept towards the drawer—it was closed. He heaved a sigh of relief and said to Shen Qingjun, "Tidying the study is a servant's job. You don't have to handle it anymore."
"Alright, then you continue with your work. I'll be leaving." Shen Qingjun walked out of the study. Hearing the door close behind her, she turned back for one last look at the tightly shut door, growing even more curious about what was locked inside the drawer.
