"Last night, the prime minister came to see the lady, but it scared me to death. I couldn't let the prime minister know that the lady was not in the mansion, so I just lied and said that the lady was exhausted and had already fallen asleep. After hearing this, the prime minister said that it was not the case.
He didn't say anything, turned around and left."
"Yeah, well done!"
Shangguan Hui praised her without hesitation. Qing'er had been with her for a long time and gradually became a little smoother in dealing with people and things.
"Miss, last night..."
"How is Qingluan?"
Shangguan Hui suddenly interrupted Qing'er. She knew what Qing'er was going to ask, but she really didn't know how to answer. Should she tell her that she had been with a man all night last night?
"Miss. Don't worry, Qingluan was taken away by a ghost-faced man yesterday. When she came back, her eyes had returned to clear and her injuries were treated. Seeing that she was a little weak, I asked her to go back to her room to rest."
"You said a ghost-faced man took her away?" Shangguan Hui raised her eyebrows and looked surprised.
"Yes. Qingluan told me this. I thought it was the lady who asked the ghost-faced man to do this? Could it be that not?"
Now Qing'er was puzzled. Looking at the lady's expression, she didn't seem to know that Qingluan was taken away by the ghost-faced man. But if it weren't for the lady's intention, why would that ghost-faced man take Qingluan away alone?
?Does they know each other?
The conversation between the master and the servant ended here, because the maid was rumored that Shangguan Wenyong was here.
Shangguan Hui gave Qing'er a wink and signaled her to be cautious and not to show her fucking. She pretended to be just getting up, and she didn't know if she could deceive Shangguan Wenyong's "old fox".
Shangguan Wenyong knocked on the door symbolically a few times. After all, it was a woman's boudoir, and even father and daughter had to keep etiquette.
Qing'er immediately walked quickly to open the door when she heard the knock on the door.
"Please pay tribute to the prime minister!" He blessed his body to the man standing outside the door. Qing'er tried to lower his head, afraid that his stiff expression would allow this wise and smart man to see something. The prime minister was early in the morning
Just come, did you find something? Is it possible? The lady did not come in from the main entrance. Unless the prime minister has installed eyeliners everywhere in the mansion, it is not so easy to find clues.
"Hello, Father?"
Shangguan Hui was about to be blessed, but Shangguan Wenyong said to stop him, "There are not so many politeness between father and daughter. Hui'er, you sit down and have something to say to you for your father."
Shangguan Wenyong sat down directly at the Eight Immortals table, pointed to the chair next to him, and signaled Shangguan Hui to sit down too.
Seeing this, Qing'er walked out on the grounds of going to make tea, leaving room for their father and daughter to talk.
Shangguan Wenyong glanced at his daughter's slightly pale face quietly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. This silly girl really thought he didn't know anything? She didn't even say anything about him when she was chased.
Did you distrust him as a father? Or did the resentment formed in her heart that had been "separation" for more than nine years has not completely dissipated?
"What do my father say to Hui'er? Just ask me to come and call me over. Why should I go this trip yourself?"
Shangguan Hui's expression was as cold as ever, and she could vaguely see a hint of coldness and indifference between her eyebrows and eyes.
Shangguan Wenyong couldn't help but sigh. After all, he was wrong first, and Hui'er should blame him. It was him who buried the child's beautiful childhood and allowed her to grow up in the deceased dean and tasted all the sour and bitterness...
But Hui'er, do you know how many things you had to hide for your father?