Back here, I want to recapture Yu'er, but it seems that the hope is too slim.
Everyone was surprised and happy. They didn't expect Chuoluo to leave the Changbi Palace so quickly without making a sound. However, they also "blessed" Chuoluo one after another. Ting Qingyu felt sour and filled with guilt.
heart.
Everyone laughed happily, and Concubine Rou smiled particularly happily. Now that Aier and her daughter-in-law are back, she is naturally very happy.
Ting Qingyu ate slowly while chatting with everyone. She tried her best to smile, but she felt extremely empty and sad inside.
What will happen to her parents if they don’t know? She is really unfilial. She has not allowed her parents to live a comfortable life, but she is enjoying herself here...[
While Cheyue was happy, she noticed the sadness that could not be concealed in Ting Qingyu's eyes, and couldn't help but sigh slightly. No matter where she is, there are always imperfections.
After lunch, Ting Qingyu and Nalan Ling walked in the imperial garden together, followed by all the beauties. They were overjoyed by the return of the princess and wished they could follow her step by step to make up for the lost time.
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"Young Master, Young Master Xiao Wen is back."
Xiao Kong reported calmly in the emperor's bedroom in the palace. Xiao Ting was startled. After searching for so many days, he finally got some news.
"but……"
"But what's the matter?"
"Master Xiao Wen came back with one of the guards from Changbi Palace. Similarly, two strange women also stayed at Changbi Palace."
"Who are those two women?" Xiao Ting narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.
"My subordinates only found out... that she is a commoner's daughter, probably a family member of the guard." Xiaokong replied calmly.
The cold light in Xiao Ting's eyes softened a little, and he raised his hand, "Go out and ask Concubine Zhen to come over. Then go and ask Xiao Wen to come back."
"As you command!"
After Xiaokong stepped back and walked out of the dormitory, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He naturally knew Ting Qingyu's true identity, but did not report it. The reason was only known to Xiaokong himself.
Xiao Ting leaned coldly on the dragon couch, slightly closing his peach blossom eyes, the curtains fluttered slightly, and the scent of ambergris filled the hall strongly. Everything he saw was prosperous.