When the stinger killer attacked Chu Qingwan in Huaqing County, Mo Jingyu offered to help find the person he hired, but Chu Qingwan refused. She had her own way.
That night, Chu Qingwan wrote a letter and asked Zaizai to deliver it to Wei Zhan, ordering him to investigate the matter in detail to find out who was so crazy that he hired so many people to kill her.
In such a short period of time, there has been no progress on the Wei Zhan side. The letter Zaizai brought back was written by the three little ones.
They told Chu Qingwan that they were studying hard with their husband and were not naughty, and that they missed her and Mo Jingyu very much.
Below the letter from the three little ones is Ling Han's routine report, and there is also an important message - the three little ones have been bullied.
It's not a big deal, it's just that when I went to play with Chu Qi, I met other members of the Chu family, and there was a little quarrel between the two parties. The Chu family couldn't say Yuanyuan, so they called them bastards.
Chu Qingwan had heard these words many times, but she tried her best to avoid being heard by the three little ones. Unexpectedly, the Chu family scolded them.
Chu Qingwan read it word for word, her eyes getting colder and colder, and the last word fell into her eyes. She turned around and picked up the pen to write back, asking Ling Han to retaliate, and she would be responsible for anything that happened.
The hawk's chirping pierced the sky, and the cub flew away with the letter. Chu Qingwan watched from a distance, but did not look away for a long time.
Yanran comforted her: "Miss, don't worry, the young master and the young lady are smart and won't let others act wildly on them."
Chu Qingwan was worried: "No matter what, they are just children."
In the past, she and the old lady boasted about the three little guys, saying that even if they met a flower girl, the person who would suffer would be the flower girl. But now that they were no longer around, she couldn't help but feel worried.
If it's troublesome, it's troublesome. She should bring them with her.
Chu Qingwan sighed and turned his eyes to the house.
Mo Jingyu is now so seriously injured and still has to suppress bandits. He really doesn't know when he will be able to go back.
Chu Qingwan sighed deeply, feeling depressed, and turned around and said, "Yanran, let's go for a walk and collect medicine."
Yanran asked her master to borrow a backpack. The master and servant left the farmhouse and walked slowly along the path towards the mountain not far away. When they saw herbs on the road, Chu Qingwan threw them into the basket one by one.
Yanran followed her obediently, with a complicated look on her face.
Chu Qingwan was always like this. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would find a place to pull out herbs. They used to be rare treasures grown in the valley, but after being severely punished by her master, they became harmful to the wild.
She didn't pick and put everything into the basket. When Yanran carried it home exhausted, she started to pick and choose again. This one was ugly and that one wasn't tall enough.
After a lot of fussing, only three or five herbs can be left in one herb.
Yanran looked back on the past, not wanting to experience it again, and said earnestly: "Miss, what if we go to the river? The old man said the fish in the river are fat and delicious, let's go catch two?"
Chu Qingwan gave her a handful of grass with her backhand: "I won't go."
Yanran skillfully threw it into the basket on her back and persisted: "How about we go back and play chess? The prince is not interested in recuperating, so we should spend time with him?"
Chu Qingwan stepped up the mountain road and said, "I won't go."
Yanran grimaced: "Miss, this mountain doesn't look like it contains rare herbs. Should we change places? Go to the opposite side?"
The two places are far apart, and by the time we walk there, the young lady's mood should have almost been adjusted.
Chu Qingwan was very determined: "I won't go."
After being rejected three times in a row, Yan Ran accepted her fate, grabbed the rope on her shoulders and carried the backpack up, ready to work as a coolie, but saw Chu Qingwan stop and stare at a certain place.
Yanran looked in the direction she was looking: "Miss, what's wrong?"
Chu Qingwan pointed to the patch of green: "Yanran, do you know what that is?"
Yanran identified it and was not sure: "It looks like... Hidden Silver Grass?"