Cui Heng, who was standing in the corner, suddenly became happy and immediately collected five minutes of gray light.

After a while, Wang Qinghe calmed down slightly and planned to wash up and go to bed.

But as soon as he got up, he heard footsteps coming from outside.

"Second Master, Second Master!" A maid who was only fifteen or sixteen years old ran over with a letter in her hand, "Second Master, this is a letter from the old lady."

"A letter from mother?" Wang Qinghe's heart suddenly skipped a beat. The interior of the hall was stunning. His hands were shaking when he took the letter, but he still nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

After the maid leaves.

He slowly opened the letter, and after reading the contents, a tearless expression appeared on his face, and he slumped down on the chair again.

"Huh..." Wang Qinghe let out a long breath.

The content of the letter from the old lady’s agent is very simple.

If Wang Jinsheng cannot be rescued within ten days, she will no longer recognize Wang Qinghe as her son!

Wang Jinsheng is the old lady’s favorite grandson.

Therefore, in the past half month or so, Wang Qinghe had been hiding the truth from her, and strictly ordered not to let others tell the old lady about Wang Jinsheng's arrest.

But now that the story has spread, it can no longer be concealed.

"Save, save, save! Let me save them all! Who will save the Wang family?!"

Wang Qinghe pressed his head with both hands.

I just feel that even when I first served as Shangshu Ling, it was not so difficult to deal with national political affairs.

Afterwards, he sat for a while, and then his mood calmed down slightly. He simply got up and went to the basin, intending to wash up and go to bed.

As soon as he lowered his head, Wang Qinghe saw his reflection in the basin.

The face is haggard and the description is withered.

He no longer looked as high-spirited as he once did.

"Is it worth my persistence?" Wang Qinghe stared at the basin, looked at his own reflection, and asked rather self-deprecatingly, as if he was asking his own heart.

"What do you think?" But at this moment, Wang Qinghe's reflection in the basin suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, right?"

"..." Wang Qinghe was stunned at first.

Bang!

He threw the basin directly and the water spilled all over the floor.

But as long as there is water, there will be reflections.

Wang Qinghe lowered his head and saw that the water spilled on the ground still had his own reflection.

"Are you afraid of me?" Wang Qinghe's reflection said with a smile.
Chapter completed!