Qu Yue gently blinked her moist eyes and tentatively asked, "Any form of compensation is okay?"
In her sweet and soft voice, the seeds of expectation quietly germinated.
Mu Wang wiped the tip of his nose and casually shifted his gaze, haughtily nodding, "Yes."
Qu Yue clasped her hands behind her back. Her lowered eyelids concealed her furtive eyes as she said, "I... I haven't decided yet."
"Let's wait for some time."
She quickly dropped this sentence and then steered the conversation back to the main topic, "Where did Mu Yao spend all her money?"
"Before that, there's another crucial point," Wen Wuyou said with a smile, slowly extending his finger. "Did Mu Yao take Qu Yue's salary as well, or did Qu Yue not receive any salary in the first place?"
Qu Yue was rather puzzled. "Why is this a crucial point?"
Wen Wuyou crossed his arms and casually leaned against the desk, playing with the writing brush Qu Yue had used earlier.
"Yue'er, we need to figure out how much Mu Yao spent each month first," he said.
"Only then can we roughly deduce where the money went."
In the Great Yan Dynasty, people believed in living according to their means.
The more silver one had, the more high - end their daily consumption would be.
If Mu Yao only had a hundred taels of silver each month, perhaps she spent it on gold and silver jewelry.
But if she had also embezzled Qu Yue's share, her expenses would need further investigation.
As his explanation spread, Mu Wang shot a sidelong glance at Wen Wuyou. "You brute with well - developed limbs actually have a bit of brains."
"..."
Wen Wuyou pursed his lips. If you can't speak nicely, you might as well shut up.
But right now, a thorny problem loomed over them.
How could they find out whether Qu Yue received a salary each month?
Just when they were at a loss, Qu Yue, who was thought to have the least access to such information, weakly raised her hand. "I know how to check..."
"Stop joking around," Mu Wang clicked his tongue. "You're just causing trouble."
Qu Yue stared at him in shock.
She had once gone to the accounting room with Mu Qing and was specially allowed to enter at will. How could it be causing trouble?
She could simply go to the accounting room and check the records.
Qu Yue silently retorted in her heart.
But in the end, she didn't openly refute Mu Wang. One reason was that she was afraid of him, and the other was that she was looking forward to seeing what idea he would come up with.
Thankfully, Wen Wuyou had a good memory. "Yue'er, if I remember correctly, you've been to the accounting room, right?"
Qu Yue looked at him in surprise.
It was an indescribable feeling to be remembered by someone. Qu Yue was experiencing it for the first time, and her beautiful eyes couldn't hide her emotions at all.
The corners of her eyebrows and eyes curved like a bridge as she said, "You still remember."
Wen Wuyou put down the writing brush and moved closer to her. "How could I forget about Yue'er's things?"
Qu Yue's beautiful pupils trembled slightly.
She had to admit that Wen Wuyou's voice had a natural deepness, and when he softly said her name, it felt so strange.
Her ears inexplicably turned red.
Even her heartbeat quickened a few beats.
But the one who was being charming was completely unaware. He even went too far and whispered in her ear, "Can you enter at will?"
His unique aura enveloped Qu Yue, and she had nowhere to escape.
She could only nod in response.
For a moment, the small study seemed to become a world that imprisoned her.
"Qu Yue!"
Mu Wang's roar pulled her out of this inexplicable flutter.
Her eyes were glistening as she looked at him in confusion.
The next second, before she could react, she was yanked forcefully. Her soft body fell towards Mu Wang. The young man's gritted - teeth roar echoed in her ear, "Mind your status!"
"Don't get too close to others."
He was almost crazy with anger!
The moment he let his guard down, this Wen Wuyou started to show off!
Wen Wuyou slightly raised his eyebrows. "Yue'er, am I an outsider?"
An invisible competition unfolded between the two men, and the air around them became extremely heavy.
Qu Yue had difficulty breathing and didn't know what to do for a moment.
She looked at one and then the other. Her wrist was being tightly held by Mu Wang, causing her pain.
This was his warning.
Fear welled up in her heart. A sense of panic like falling off a cliff made her small face turn pale.
"Mu Wang, it hurts..."
Her delicate whisper was like an invisible soft hand, squeezing the hearts of the two men.
Mu Wang almost instantly let go of her hand.
He looked at her red wrist with concern. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you!"
Wen Wuyou also darkened his face and stepped forward to wave Mu Wang's hand away.
"Don't take your inexplicable anger out on others."
He always carried ointment with him. After unscrewing the lid, he was about to apply it to Qu Yue.
Qu Yue didn't expect things to turn out like this. She quickly withdrew her wrist, nervously glanced at Mu Wang, and then said to Wen Wuyou softly and shyly.
"I... I can do it myself!"
Wen Wuyou pursed the smile on his lips.
He reached out and handed the medicine bottle to Qu Yue. "Okay."
But when he leaned back against the desk again, his always amorous fox - like eyes coldly glanced at Mu Wang.
It was like a warning and also like disbelief.
Mu Wang, being proud and arrogant, snorted and turned his head.
Qu Yue wasn't unaware of the undercurrent between the two men, but she didn't know where it came from.
Could it be that... they both wanted her life?
Her movements of applying the medicine became even slower.
The faint scent of medicinal herbs filled the study, and Qu Yue's face became even paler.
Did Mu Wang feel unhappy because Wen Wuyou gave her the ointment?
Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare to apply the ointment anymore and quickly closed the bottle and returned it to Wen Wuyou.
"Thank you!"
This action, in the eyes of the other two men, seemed like an obvious sign of disgust.
Wen Wuyou's broad shoulders stiffened.
He squinted his eyes. "It seems Yue'er doesn't like the smell of this herbal medicine?"
Qu Yue peeked at Mu Wang's terrifyingly gloomy face, afraid that he would take it out on Wen Wuyou. She gently nodded her chin.
Her beautiful eyes darted around nervously.
"Yes, I... I don't like this smell very much."
"Then it seems I have to add a different fragrance to it." Wen Wuyou wasn't annoyed. He unscrewed the lid and smelled it. It seemed to be filled with the scent of honeysuckle from Qu Yue's body.
So he couldn't help but follow up and ask, "Do you like the smell of honeysuckle?"
Qu Yue felt Mu Wang's burning gaze beside her, and her back stiffened even more. "It's... okay..."
"Then I'll make some next time."
"Let Young Master Mu have a smell too."
Wen Wuyou joked with a smile.
"We'll... talk about it later..." Qu Yue clasped her hands, desperately hoping that Wen Wuyou would stop talking.
"If you're so idle, just go to the battlefield quickly," as expected, Mu Wang was completely enraged the next second. "The battles are frequent. How can we do without General Wen's guidance?"
This sentence hit Wen Wuyou's sore spot.
Why was he staying in the Mu Mansion? It was because...
Forget it.
Wen Wuyou's facial features tightened, and he didn't say anything more.
Wasn't this clearly driving someone away?!
Qu Yue couldn't help but think that Mu Wang was being too much.
It was clearly this person's day off. Why did he have to urge him to go to the battlefield?
No longer afraid, she weakly said to Wen Wuyou,
"General Wen, if... you really have nowhere to go, you can stay at my place first..."