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Pei Yuening smiled.

"I'm glad you like it," he said. "I'll make it for you often from now on."

Ye Jiyun's eyes lit up: "Is there any more?"

Pei Yuening was taken aback: "You're still not full?"

"No, that's not it," Ye Jiyun said. "I'm going to the Knights to see some lords later, so I'll bring some gifts with me."

Ye Jiyun isn't the type to show off, but he's happy to share good things.

What's more, it was made by his own younger brother.

"Yes," Pei Yuening nodded, "I'll bring it to you later."

"Okay," Ye Jiyun pinched his cheek, "Make a few more, they'll definitely like them."

Pei Yuening agreed and left with the empty food box.

On the other side, the Duke of Luo's mansion.

Gao Gao hummed a song in a good mood and swaggered through the barrier as usual.

The Duke's mansion was not without patrolling guards, but surprisingly, not a single one was found.

Guided by her memory, Gao Gao flew effortlessly to Luo Ren's study.

Surprisingly, the window was open.

That's good, at least it saves her from kicking the glass.

But no one was in the study.

Luo Ren was not there. The table was neat and tidy, with a quill pen next to the ink bottle and a stack of documents.

Gao Gao placed the food box on the table, looked at it from left to right, and even lifted the carpet in the center of the study to examine it carefully.

OK, if it wasn't hidden, then it really isn't there.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment.

The master said the task was to deliver the goods.

As long as it's delivered, it doesn't matter whether it's there or not.

Anyway, he ate it the last time I left it on the table.

"Okay, all done!" Gao Gao clapped her hands and flew out the window again.

The study fell silent again.

Not long after, the housekeeper came in to clean.

He worked at the Duke of Rothschild's residence for thirty years, personally inspecting the Duke's study every morning.

Open the windows for ventilation, dust off the bookshelves, and make sure the ashes in the fireplace have been extinguished.

Today is no exception.

His hand rested on the doorknob, he pushed the door open, and his gaze habitually swept across the entire room.

Then I immediately noticed the food box on the table.

It did not belong to the Duke's mansion, and it had no signature or markings.

The butler frowned.

Duke Luo held a high position and wielded great power. Every year, people who wanted to curry favor with him would line up from the capital to the border, offering all sorts of gifts.

It's probably another gift from someone trying to curry favor with the Duke, which some clueless servant brought in.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, and it always gave him a headache.

He walked over, picked up the food box, and opened the lid.

Inside the box were four neatly arranged round little cakes, their golden-yellow crusts dotted with sesame seeds, and a sweet, warm aroma with a floral scent wafted out.

He put the lid back on, ready to take it down and dispose of it.

No matter what it is, things of unknown origin cannot be left in the Duke's study; that is the rule.

He turned around and almost bumped into someone.

The old butler paused for a moment, then bowed slightly: "Young Master Ollie."

Ollie stood at the door, his hair a little messy, wearing the same outfit he wore to yesterday's banquet.

The collar of his clothes was loose, and his eyes were tinged with dark circles.

"What is this?"

Ollie was confined by Luo Ren last night and has been locked up ever since the banquet ended.

He originally intended to go back to his room to rest, but as he passed by the study, he smelled a fragrant aroma from afar.

Seeing that Ollie was staring intently at what he was holding, the butler hesitated for a moment before telling the truth: "I don't know who sent it; I'm just about to take it away and get rid of it."

"Give it to me." Ollie walked over, took the food box from the butler, and opened the lid.

The flower cakes lay quietly inside, still steaming.

The aroma he had just smelled came from here, but it was unlike any other dessert he had ever seen.

He picked one up and took a bite.

The sound of the pastry cracking was crisp and subtle.

Warm rose filling oozed from the crack, mixed with sweet honey.

Ollie could hardly believe what he had eaten.

He took a second bite, a third bite, and then the whole pancake was gone.

The butler stood to the side, watching his young master's ever-changing expressions, and for a moment he was unsure: "Young Master?"

Ollie remained silent for a full five seconds.

Then he suddenly looked up: "Who sent it?"

He struggled to hold back and maintain his composure, preventing himself from losing control.

Seeing that the housekeeper didn't react, he asked again, "Who sent this?"

……

Luo Ren arrived home after noon.

There was more to do in the barracks than he had expected. After finishing the documents at hand, he watched the new recruits' drills on the training field for a while.

By the time the carriage stopped in front of the Duke's mansion, the sun was already setting.

He got off the carriage, his military coat draped over his forearm, and walked slowly toward the mansion.

The butler greeted him in the foyer.

"Your Grace." He bowed, took the coat and gloves, and remained composed.

But something seems off.

Apart from the steward, not a single servant, who usually seemed to be in a hurry, was seen in the mansion.

"What happened?" Luo Ren asked.

"It's Master Ollie," the butler replied, knowing what he was asking. "Ever since he came out of solitary confinement, he's been asking about a gift that was delivered this morning."

He summoned all the servants and asked who received it, who delivered it, and where it came from, but no one knew.

"What gift?"

"I don't know," the butler said. "There's no signature, no mark, and I don't know who sent it."

Luo Ren didn't say anything more: "I understand, let him be."

He withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the study.

The study was exactly the same as when he left that morning.

The windows were closed, the documents were neatly stacked on the corner of the table, and the ink bottle caps were screwed on tightly.

Luo Ren sat down at his desk, picked up his quill pen, and began processing the new documents that had arrived that day.

He still has three documents to approve, and he has to go to the Imperial Council tomorrow; there are countless things he needs to do.

The quill pen landed on the paper, scratching and writing words.

The sun was rising quietly when the steward came by.

It's getting dark, and if we don't turn on the lights soon, it will hurt our eyes.

After Luo Ren finished reviewing the last document, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

The candlelight flickered gently in the night breeze, casting his shadow on the bookshelf behind him.

Just then, there was a knock on the window.

"Clang clang clang clang clang—"

Exactly the same as yesterday.

"..."

Luo Ren got up, walked over, and opened the window.

The flower fairy hovered outside the window, carrying a food box in both hands, her wings flapping rapidly.

Seeing the window open, she didn't say a word, and still swung it forcefully: "Boom!"

The food box landed steadily on the desk.

Gao Gao sat on the windowsill, panting heavily: "This godforsaken place... huff... huff... it's really far away."

Luo Ren glanced at her, then at the food box on the table: "Did your master send you to deliver this again?"

"Yeah." Gao Gao tried to catch her breath, swallowed, and asked, "Where's the kitchen? Is anyone there?"

Luo Ren: "...What did he say again?"

"Oh, he asked me to find out what you like to eat," Gao Gao waved her hand, "and whether the flower cakes in the morning suit your taste."