"Why so delicate then." Yang Chuxia said with a smile, "I'm controlling my strength."
Ye Zi'an said nothing but took her hand and rubbed it.
Seeing his relaxed expression, Yang Chuxia asked, "How is your situation handling?"
Ye Zi'an knew she was referring to the Imperial Exam incident, shook his head, and said, "Currently, there hasn't been any progress. It's already confirmed that those ice blocks have issues, but the person who delivered them is dead, a suicide!"
"Suicide?" Yang Chuxia shook her head helplessly, "These people in the shadows really make one's teeth gnash in hatred."
"Indeed, we can only investigate slowly."
Ye Zi'an tugged at her, "Quickly go wash up and sleep."
"Mm!"
Yang Chuxia got up to prepare for the bathhouse, but Ye Zi'an suddenly asked, "Does my lady need her husband to serve? Seems my bathing skills have improved."
