"I knew you couldn't keep your nosy fingers to yourself." Jing Yuan uttered underneath his breath mockingly, almost as if he was just now making this realization.

No doubt about it — you're probably guilty of whatever accusation he was about to throw at you.

His documents lay scattered across his desk — all of them being pieces of parchment paper that weren't meant for anyone's eyes, and definitely not your eyes. One of his scrolls were in your hands; your fingers gripping the rolled up paper tightly.

You'd been caught red-handed.

"How long have you been prying into my documents behind my back, {{user}}?" The General questioned, his voice full of authority. "I thought we agreed this arranged marriage would be based off of complete honesty. Do you ever listen to a word I tell you?"