Tang Jinyu stared at the moon in trance, and did not come back to her senses until Feng Ling came to her side.

"how?"

"On the matter of embroidery, Concubine Yue has made no progress."

"So good."

"My subordinates have replaced all the maids and servants in Qianheyuan with new ones. No matter how much Concubine Ren Yue inquires, it is impossible to find out the slightest problem. However, all the old ones have been transferred to Zhuangzi and ordered people

Under guard."

"Tomorrow morning, someone will sweep the Shuangning Pavilion carefully. Don't miss anything."

Feng Ling received the order and disappeared into the night.

Shaohuayuan.

As soon as Luo Xingyue entered the room, he saw Luo Yuhua's somewhat haggard face. Thinking that her sister must have been worried and unable to sleep these past few days, Luo Xingyue couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Sister, if your makeup is noticed by the prince, what should you do?"

"I have been so worried and sleepless these days that I have neglected my appearance."

"Sister, don't worry. Xing Yue has found evidence to prove your sister's innocence. What you need to do now is to let Qingqiao take good care of you and freshen up."

Luo Yuhua's eyes lit up when she heard that things were turning around. She couldn't help but step forward and hold Luo Xingyue's hand, "Really?"

Luo Xingyue smiled comfortingly, "Of course it's true. I can still deceive my sister."

Then he looked at Qing Qing who was standing aside and said, "Have a good time waiting for your sister to wash up."

Luo Yuhua entered the inner room with Luo Xingyue's comfort and Qingqing's support.

Luo Xingyue's smile gradually disappeared from her face. The reason why my sister was so lost was just because she was attached to Tang Jinyu, and she was afraid of losing Tang Jinyu's trust and trust, and thus losing Tang Jinyu. It's just that these few days since I've been in the government,

Although my sister is the head mother of the house, she has never seen Tang Jinyu put his thoughts on her sister. His sister's persistent love has never been accepted by him. With rights and rights in marriage, true love is so insignificant.

Luo Xingyue was standing outside the Shuangheng Waterside Pavilion at the moment, looking at the deep courtyard inside the waterside pavilion. She was in a daze for a moment, as if it was a dark abyss, waiting for her to fall into a trap.

"Concubine Yue, your prince has been waiting at Shuangning Pavilion for a long time."

"Frost Ning Pavilion," Luo Xingyue originally had some questions, but suddenly remembered the lingering wind chimes there, spotless, and walked slowly amidst these complicated thoughts.

When Qingying saw Luo Xingyue entering, he wanted to follow him in, but was stopped by Feng Ling, "The prince has an order, please ask Yue's concubine to go to Shuangning Pavilion alone."

Qingying looked at Luo Xingyue with some worry, but Luo Xingyue just gave him a comforting smile, then turned and left.

Luo Xingyue passed by the warm stone path and looked at the path full of bells. When she met again, she no longer had the original curiosity and inquiry, but felt a bit sad and cold.

Luo Xingyue's breathing was a little heavy. No matter how much he resisted, he had to embark on this winding path with no chance of regretting it. With every step he took, Luo Xingyue became more and more flustered and frightened. It was really unacceptable for him to make such a choice.

Will you regret it?

After struggling repeatedly and making choices back and forth, I am now heading towards a path I never thought of.

"Mo Heng, if I tell you that I am willing to go with you, will you still be willing to take me with you?"

Luo Xingyue looked at Shuang Ning Pavilion in front of her, and her mind kept replaying every bit of her relationship with Mo Heng, his every smile, every move. How will Mr. Heng, who was born in Juecheng, interact with him in the future?

We no longer have anything to do with ourselves. We still miss it after all. We were born at the wrong time, and we meet the wrong people at the wrong time. The past is like smoke, dissipating with the wind.
Chapter completed!