Mi Xiaobao's disappearance made Mi Xiayao panic, but fortunately her rationality was not completely broken.
On the other hand, Mrs. Mi frowned immediately when she heard this.
"Why don't you go and tell the Queen?"
"Not yet..."
She shook her head.
She only wanted to let the Mi family know about this matter for the time being, as one more person would bring more hope.
But it doesn't mean that Mi Xiayao wants to ask the royal family for help at this moment.
They returned to the Mi family's big tent. Four people from the Mi family came, and there were only three people in the tent.
Mrs. Mi did not call Mi Kexian to come.
Mi Xiayao sat at the bottom and asked her: "Song Qiao, please tell me in detail why she disappeared."
"After... Madam left, I fed the young master something to eat and played for a while. After about an hour, the young master fell asleep. Later, I heard noises outside the tent one after another."
That's when something happened by the stream.
"Then the young master was woken up and made a fuss for a while. I drank some water and went back to sleep. However, there was a lot of noise outside and the young master didn't sleep deeply."
It was when they gathered in the open camp.
Song Qiao paused for a moment, "Later, people from Dali Temple came to search tents one by one. I saw that the young master was sleeping soundly. I was afraid that some people would take my wife's things, so I went to pay attention to those people from Dali Temple and waited for me to come back...
The young master disappeared."
After combing through it, it was obvious that someone from Dali Temple discovered Mi Xiaobao and took it away.
Mrs. Mi's brows never widened, "So..."
Everyone's eyes turned to the old lady.
She pondered for a moment and asked Song Qiao: "Since A Yao and Li, have you still called her Madam? She is a girl now, and if you call her Madam, if others are interested in A Yao, wouldn't they be attracted by your words?
Has your diaphragm arrived?"
Mi Xiayao's eyes suddenly darkened, "Old madam, the problem now is my child."
Mr. Mi also looked at Mrs. Mi with doubtful eyes, and she stopped saying anything.
"I'll go to Dali Temple and ask for details."
Mi Xiayao stood up, even though she was speaking to Mr. Mi.
But her actions were not intended to give Mi Lao a chance.
Song Qiao looked at the two people uneasily.
"Now, we can only ask the people at Dali Temple first." Mi Lao sighed.
When we walked to the tent of Dali Temple, through the curtain, we could vaguely hear the laughter of the men talking in general.
Mi Xiayao turned a deaf ear and opened the curtain.
The laughter in the tent stopped suddenly, and they all looked towards the door.
The girl was wearing a plain dress, but because the fabric was soft and close-fitting, her exquisite figure was perfectly outlined.
But the facial features were cold and indifferent, and the beautiful eyes that were slightly raised were a bit aggressive and oppressive.
It looks like a rose with thorns.
The beauty is beautiful to look at, but I dare not touch it.
Pei Xingyuan, who was sitting in the main seat, had his legs crossed and a lazy smile on his thin lips. He raised his eyelids and looked towards the door.
His deep eyes were slightly startled.
When everyone was hesitant, he suddenly stood up and walked over.
"Is something wrong?"
His voice sounded a bit cold at first, but he was carrying everyone behind his back, and his deep eyes were full of worry and doubt.
Mi Xiayao raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
The picture of handsome men and beautiful women standing together is really eye-catching.
All of a sudden, the men in the room started to make a fuss.
"It's okay, adults!"
"A cold-faced beauty is so cold to an adult!!!"
Then there was a messy whistling sound, which sounded quite asshole...
Mi Xiayao frowned. Her daily life and upbringing never allowed her to do this.
The man said these words, "Go out and wait for me."
He turned around and glanced coldly at the group of restless subordinates in the tent.
It must be said that Mr. Pei's dignity was still in place, and everyone fell silent after a while.
Outside the camp, Mi Xiayao was always waiting with an indifferent expression.
Pei Xingyuan walked out in the warm light of the room and fell into the weak light outside.
Through the moonlight, he only saw that Mi Xiayao's bright eyes were different from before.
"Are the Dali Temple teams who searched various tents today your people?"
She didn't mince words and asked him directly.
Pei Xingyuan felt a little abrupt, but he still said patiently: "My team is mainly responsible for searching Linxi today. What's wrong? There is something missing in your tent?"
"It's not just a thing," she tugged at her lips, "Mi Xiaobao is missing."
She said softly, but Pei Xingyuan suddenly became solemn.
"When did it happen?"
"When Dali Temple searched the tent, Xiaobao was taken away, so I want to ask you who led the team today."
He clasped one hand on his waist, tilted his head slightly, and thought coldly with his brows.
He calmly told the person's background, "It's You Shaoqing, Zheng Ke, but he is clean behind the scenes. He was promoted entirely by his own strength. Do you know him?"
Mi Xiayao looked at Pei Xingyuan intently.
"Don't worry, leave this matter to me. I'll go to Zheng Ke and ask, and you can also look at other possibilities."
He raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to touch her shoulder, but Mi Xiayao subconsciously retreated to avoid it.
His hand just hung in the air awkwardly, and he shook it hollowly.
"Then if you have news, tell me directly. Stop sending messages and it's a waste of time."
She also noticed that her body's reaction was a little intense.
It was probably the shadow in the carriage last time. Mi Xiayao left in a hurry.
Pei Xingyuan looked sideways at the woman running away, and he glanced at his hands with some distress.
Mi Xiayao took advantage of door-to-door visits and visited every tent as much as possible.
But had no clue.
She returned to the tent as if she was a little decadent.
There was no one in the house, and Song Qiao was called away by Mi Lao.
She turned her head and looked at the empty bed, and an evil thought arose in her heart for no reason.
[Anyway, this child is not hers. It is just a child brought to the door by a widow. If you lose it, just lose it. It’s easy, isn’t it? 】
But in the next second, the only kindness and justice left in her heart dissipated this thought.
But at this time, there was movement outside her tent. She thought Song Qiao was back, but after hearing the movement for a while, it was not like anything else.
Feeling weird in her heart, she quickly stepped forward and saw an envelope at the door.
The back of the maid who threw the envelope seemed vaguely familiar to her.
While he was searching for memories in his mind with half-squinted eyes, Pei Xingyuan came over with news.
The two of them stood at the door of the tent.
Pei Xingyuan lowered his head and saw the letter, picked it up, and said while opening it: "The relationship between Zheng Ke and me is not a stalemate. He confessed that the team he brought today was not enough, and a female officer in palace clothes took the initiative to help him divide some people."
Mi Xiayao sighed, "Do you know who the female officer is?"
When he saw the contents of the letter, his deep eyes were as sharp and gloomy as a flying eagle.
"The letter said if you want to know where the child is, go to the woods."