The eldest lady breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the young marshal didn't speak, and forced a smile to the young marshal: "Young marshal, excuse me, Xiaoyuan, this child has been spoiled by me, please."
Just worry about it! Don't take it personally."
Yi Jian didn't speak, just stood there.
He ducked slightly.
The eldest lady's eyes, this time, clearly saw all the scenes in the room. Her heart couldn't help but lift up, she turned her head, her face was a little pale: "Young Marshal...
...For my sake, don’t embarrass Xiaoyuan too much."
Yi Jian took a long time and then nodded.
"Then young marshal, please rest early. I'll leave first." The eldest lady sighed and turned around to walk away.
"Madam, let me see you off!" Xu Ang spoke first, walked to the eldest lady's side, stretched out his hand, and guided her forward, and the two of them left like this.
No wonder He Anyuan and the eldest wife were stunned just now!
Inside, it was clean and spotless, the quilts on the bed were folded flatly, and all the furnishings looked as if they had been put away in the morning but had not been touched.
Yi Jian entered the house and looked around, but did not find Zhong Qing's figure.
The cabinet is a Western-style cabinet with glass, and you can see rows of clothes hanging inside. The sofa and bed are all floor-to-ceiling, so there is no way to hide people, and there is nothing behind the door.
Where could she have gone?
"Love?"
Yi Jian called out, walked around the house, and finally walked to the window as if she had thought of something. Could it be that she climbed out of the window and left?
Below is the lake in the hometown. If you fall in, wouldn't you be drowned?
"Love?"
Yi Jian shouted again.
"Young Marshal..." Suddenly a thin voice came over, accompanied by the sound of the wind, which was somewhat unclear.
However, it could not escape Yi Jian's keen awareness.
He quickly walked to another window, only to see a pair of small white hands there, clutching the edge of the window.
Yi Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold expression. He looked at her there without saying a word.
