At the Ministry of Commerce Affairs Hall, He Zhijing was receiving a young man in blue attire.
"Zhao Chong, young brother, if the Marquis is so worried about Miss Qi, why didn't he come here in person?"
Zhao Chong set down his teacup and bowed slightly.
"The Marquis truly wishes he could, but our lord's father has recently passed away, and the Emperor has granted a marriage to Miss Qi. The wedding is about to be held, and, to top it off, the lady is now pregnant. All these matters have piled up at once. Ever since the previous events, the Duke has been disheartened and entrusted all affairs to the Marquis, leaving him quite overwhelmed..."
Although He Zhijing kept nodding, his expression remained very serious.
"Zhao Chong, young brother, I have something to say, but I am not sure if I should."
"Sir, your loyalty to the Marquis is well-known, and the Marquis cares for you too, so please feel free to speak."