Chapter 814: A Gift from the Young Marshal to Love [43]
Yi Jian tilted her head and looked at Zhong Qing for a while. She found that the woman was a little unhappy. She silently stretched out her hand and gently held her wrist. She walked slowly under the light,
Seeing He Anyuan and the eldest lady walking together so intimately in front of her, she suddenly said: "If so, Yi Xin is here... I'm afraid I will give the eldest lady a surprise today."
The eldest lady's originally calm back suddenly stiffened, and she turned her head and looked at Yi Jian with a somewhat sad expression.
After all, the child is the flesh and blood of the eldest wife, and she died because of her love. She is not without resentment in her heart.
Today's drama was all arranged by Zhong Qing. She was not a fool. Being able to sneak into the position of the mistress of the Yi family meant she could see through the drama and what information Zhong Qing was revealing to herself.
The eldest lady moved her lips, but her expression was a little sad: "What the young marshal said is..." When she said this, the eldest lady sighed heavily, turned around, and continued walking forward.
He Anyuan's expression was a little strange. She looked at the eldest wife and said cautiously: "Aunt...don't be too sad."
She used to have a bright tongue in front of the eldest lady, but now, she can't say those words. She always feels that her heart is beating fast and pounding, as if she is guilty, as if she is afraid, as if she is afraid.
fear.
The night was already very dark at this time.
The four of them followed a few maids and walked towards the place where the eldest wife lived. Zhongqing felt Yi Jian holding her hand, which was warm and comfortable. A faint smile appeared on her face. He really knew what he wanted to do.
What's more, he actually added fuel to the flames like this.
She pretended to tilt her head unintentionally and said to the young marshal: "Young marshal, how was the show tonight?"
Yi Jian was not actually watching the show and had been staring at her. But after hearing her question, he naturally answered: "Not bad... Where did you get the inspiration? For so long, I didn't know you were so deep."
Hidden and hidden!”
Zhong Qing smiled slyly, and then said in a moderate tone: "The inspiration comes from life, I just... picked up a paragraph. In fact, now that I think about it, the saddest thing is the mistress of the house. She has always been
The person she loved killed her child like this, but she has never known it, but she has no way. There has been no evidence, just speculation, and it is difficult to determine."
