Qiu Dianshan didn't sleep all night.
Early the next morning, with dark circles under his eyes and a weary face, Qiu Dianshan arrived on time outside the study.
"Why has Qiu Dianshan come?" Feng Wenming, quick to speak, immediately pierced Qiu Yuanshang's sore spot with his words: "Didn't the Commandery Princess ask Qiu Dianshang to write a resignation letter yesterday?"
Qiu Yuanshang felt as if an arrow had struck his chest, his face grew increasingly unpleasant, and he responded in a low voice: "I wrote the resignation letter last night and sent someone to deliver it to the Ministry of Personnel. However, I must wait for the Ministry's official document before I leave. As long as the document hasn't arrived, I remain the Chief Steward of the Nanyang Prince Mansion. I cannot neglect my duties."
Feng Wenming glanced at him: "If you had done this earlier, it wouldn't have come to this point."
It wouldn't have escalated to such a degree.
