Xia Houfeng remembered the familiar figure of the woman, and the hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist.
His whole body was as tense as a stretched bow, and he almost couldn't help but rush out to confirm whether the woman covered with red silk was Jiang Nanyan.[
But then, he calmed down again.
impossible!
That woman can't be Jiang Nanyan.
It was impossible for them to run into the palace and rob Jiang Nanyan in such a short period of time, and also rush back to Bieyuan ahead of them.
When he came, the maid had already dressed up.
I had seen the maid’s outfit and hair in the pavilion before.
Although the clothes they wear are not too complicated, it is impossible to dress them up in a short time.
In addition, the spies have just reported that everything in the palace is normal.
Therefore, it is even more impossible.
But if this woman is not Jiang Nanyan, who could she be?
Xia Houfeng came back to his senses and looked outside again, just in time to hear the woman's soft reply.
"No, it's nothing, I've just been doing a lot lately." Mi Luo blushed and shook his head.
The skin on her body is still fair and smooth because she has not worked hard, but her hands are different. During this time in Bieyuan, she wiped tables, washed dishes, washed clothes... all kinds of things made her hands a little rough.