In fact, Wan Qing suspected that Juexin secretly came to take her pulse, which was why Madam Mo was so controlling of her.
Finally, in the third month, Wan Qing was finally able to leave the room she called her cell and walk out freely.
"Ah!!!!" As soon as Wan Qing went out, she took a long breath and looked up to the sky and howled. That cry sounded happy and bold.
"Great, I'm finally free!!" After shouting, Wan Qing laughed first. This feeling really felt like being released from prison.
"Miss, this slave is going back today."
"Yeah?" Wan Qing's good mood was still in the sky, and she suddenly fell down. Fortunately, it didn't break into pieces. "So fast?"
"The young master has ordered that as soon as the young lady recovers, this servant will leave."
"When did your master give the order?"
Regarding Wan Qing's question, Madam Mo simply ignored it: "The young master told me that the young lady can go to Shuanglong City. At this time, the young lady's brother, Xiao Jing, is the lord of Shuanglong City, and the Xiao family is planning to move to Shuanglong City...
As for the young master’s inn, the lady can still go there at any time.”
Wan Qing answered without even thinking, "It's just that your young master is definitely not there, is he?"
Madam Mo curled her lips slightly and said, "How can I, a slave, interfere with the young master's affairs?"
In the end, Wan Qing was unable to get any useful information from Madam Mo. She only confirmed one thing once again, that is, she would continue to avoid her at all costs.
"In that case, Mommy Mo, you have a safe trip."
"Miss, won't you go back to Shuanglong City together?" Madam Mo was a little surprised.
Wan Qing shook her head, "I won't go."
"The young lady's brother and family will be coming to Shuanglong City soon..."
"When I see your young master, ask him for me how the investigation of the person I asked him to investigate went. When will you give me news?"
Seeing that Wan Qing really had no intention of leaving, Mrs. Mo just gave her a strange look and left without looking back.
Wan Qing just smiled slightly and looked at the palms of her hands. They were as white and tender as a baby. The skin was a hundred times pinker than before the injury.