Words From The Heart

After generally checking the time, Yan Bingyun closed the window and sat back in his chair. He took out a beautifully embroidered pouch from his shirt. He dug out a few pumpkin seeds and brought them to his mouth. He chewed on them carefully and appeared to be bored. It was only when his gaze landed on the pouch did they become gentle and filled with feeling. This pouch had been embroidered by the lady of the Shen family.

These past few days, Sir Yan had been particularly leisurely. He no longer had to lead Council affairs or be as watchful of the court officials with abnormal sensitivity like the officials in the First Bureau. Other than day-to-day tasks in the Fourth Bureau, he didn't have much to do.