Could it have been because she accidentally got dirt on herself while cleaning the back garden?
Su Qing’s hands tightened at her sides as a bodyguard whispered to Steward Wei that everyone had gathered.
Steward Wei stood before all the servants and bodyguards, his face stern as he looked at all the servants whispering with heads bowed. His gaze silenced the whispers.
"Do you know why I called you out so late?"
Steward Wei took a step forward, speaking in a grave tone.
All the servants and bodyguards shook their heads.
Steward Wei let out a cold laugh, then fixed his gaze on everyone, "Since you don’t know, let me tell you."
"Who entered Master Mo’s room? Come out now."
The servants and bodyguards were startled; who would be so bold as to enter Master Mo’s room?
All the servants and bodyguards looked at each other; none dared to confess.
In the crowd, Su Qing clutched her hands tighter but did not step forward.
"No one will admit it?"
Steward Wei’s face darkened as a bodyguard walked in from outside, holding a tablet with today’s surveillance footage.
The bodyguard handed the tablet to Steward Wei, who began to look it over. The bodyguard had already checked for any suspicious characters, with only one maid having gone upstairs that afternoon.
Steward Wei scrutinized the footage, trying to discern who it was.
Unfortunately, the woman seemed to know where the cameras were, avoiding many of them, allowing only a view of the top of her head and a glimpse of her profile; it was impossible to tell who she was.
"All men, leave," Steward Wei said coldly, and a group of male bodyguards and male servants left the hall, leaving over thirty female servants.
The remaining female servants bowed their heads nervously. They had not gone in and didn’t know who it could be. Whichever person had the audacity was making trouble for them all.
Mo Yunchen descended from upstairs, his tall and slender figure exuding an imposing aura that made all the female servants lower their heads, some in fear.
Su Qing lifted her head from the crowd to look at Mo Yunchen coming down from upstairs. She only glanced once before lowering her gaze again, not daring to look more, for fear that her heart would ache uncontrollably with just one more glance.
Steward Wei looked at Mo Yunchen, walked towards him, and handed over the tablet, "Master Mo, we have determined that a maid entered your room. However, no one has admitted to it yet."
Mo Yunchen took the tablet and his gaze fell on a slender and charming figure walking towards the second floor. His piercing eyes narrowed slightly, then he lifted his head to scrutinize all the servants, his deep-set eyes locking onto them like an eagle.
The maids met his gaze, startled and trembling with fear.
What kind of look was that in Master Mo’s eyes? It was terrifying.
Su Qing had been behaving as if she were mere invisible air until a hot and clear breath approached her.
Steward Wei and the other servants stood aside, surprised to see Mo Yunchen walking in Su Qing’s direction.
Steward Wei frowned slightly. Was it ’Lee Yue’ who had entered Master Mo’s room?
Everyone stepped aside, many of the female servants looking bewilderedly at Su Qing and Mo Yunchen, not daring to speak.
"Return to your rooms."
Steward Wei scolded the servants in a low voice, and they no longer dared to look at Su Qing and Mo Yunchen, bowing their heads as they departed.
Mo Yunchen stood before Su Qing and after a moment, he spoke in a deep, slightly trembling voice.
Su Qing, puzzled, lifted her head, her beautiful eyes shimmering like crystal, shockingly mesmerizing.
Mo Yunchen stared into her eyes, his body quivering, his narrow phoenix eyes deepening as he took a step forward.
Su Qing instinctively stepped back, a strange light flashing in her eyes. Why did his gaze seem odd, almost like he was excited?
Mo Yunchen kept his focus on those beautiful eyes, which were unfamiliar and distant, and an ordinary face, so plain it could not be plainer, appeared before him.
Pain flickered across the depths of Mo Yunchen’s eyes. Was it her? Wasn’t it her? Why?
Suddenly, Mo Yunchen’s gaze intensified. He raised his hand, and Su Qing swatted it away, looking at him warily. What was he trying to do with his hand?
As Su Qing swatted his hand away, Mo Yunchen caught her hand and raised his right hand to her cheek, wiping off the makeup that had been applied for the facial disguise.
Drawing closer to Su Qing brought a familiar scent to Mo Yunchen’s nose. He loosened his grip on her hand as if fearing to hurt her, and the hand he used to wipe her cheek trembled slightly.
Steward Wei, looking on in shock, said, "You’re not Lee Yue? Who are you?"