Watching Zhao Zun suddenly burst into laughter, Xiao Zhengfei asked quizzically, "Prince, is it a letter from the Princess Consort?"
Having been by his master's side for years, he knew Zhao Zun to be a cold person, rarely smiling on his otherwise handsome face.
But since Han Lei arrived, Zhao Zun seldom wore a smile. Thus, she speculated it was a letter from Han Lei.
Zhao Zun carefully folded the letter paper and tucked it into his sleeve, a trace of indulgence sparkling in his eyes.
"This girl... really knows how to choose a patron."
Zhao Zun turned to the two of them, his tone suddenly serious.
"Deliver orders to Zhang Shiyang, triple the manpower to speed up the production of the beehive coal stoves. Send people to Fufeng County and tell Yang Dazhu to accelerate the house construction."
Big Fatty widened his eyes: "Isn't Fufeng County already building houses everywhere? More construction?"
