Temporary governor's office.
In the spacious study, the charcoal fire in the brazier flickered slightly. Zhao Douan stood by the solid wooden desk, leaning forward to meticulously examine the map spread across the desk, occasionally marking and calculating something on the paper.
"Knock knock." The door was tapped.
Without lifting his head, he said, "Come in." The heavy door was pushed open, and Mo Chou, wearing a female official's robe and a featherless black hat, entered.
Seeing him at work, she instinctively lightened her footsteps and turned to close the door.
Zhao Douan finished writing the last string of formulas, put down the pen, straightened up, rubbed his sore wrist, and smiled, saying, "Didn't bring me any food or drink?"
Mo Chou rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, really treating me like a "secretary"? You're not even His Majesty.
