The doorman spat softly and then closed the vermilion mansion doors.
A petite figure, clad in black hemp clothing, silently approached the He Mansion, skillfully scaled the wall, and then tumbled inside.
In less than half an hour, she had explored the entire He Mansion and had figured out its layout. She saw Gao Jian, who was confined in the back courtyard, and also caught a distant glimpse of Luo Yang, wallowing in self-pity in the main courtyard.
He Su was indeed not there.
She narrowed her eyes, then, just like when she came in, she slipped out of the He Mansion without anyone noticing.
After the girl made her way out of the He Mansion, she hurried along until she turned into a small alley.
In the alley, there was a carriage waiting.
Haoming called out to her with a straight face, while Yue Ning asked impatiently, "Is that He not really at home?"
The girl rubbed her neck, "Yeah, not there, or maybe hiding on purpose."
Zhi Chen pondered for a moment, then asked, "Baobao, do you have any clever plans?"
"I wouldn’t dare to call them clever," Dong Huiying tugged at the corner of her mouth, "but I do have some ideas. This isn’t the first time, but the second. Last time, because of the vast interests of the He family and the support of the Jun City Tie Family behind her, even the Government Office couldn’t touch her, and she was eventually released. But this time..."
Suddenly, her lips curled into a smile, but her eyes held a cold, sharp frost.
"Let’s head back to the village first. Having been away for so long, we don’t know how Shu Yu’s health has recovered."
She walked to the carriage, one step at a time, while Liang Zhichen gazed at her retreating figure, his eyes filled with deep contemplation.
Was she worried? She was very worried! Ever since the disappearance of Shujun, not only had her brothers been worried, but she had also hardly closed her eyes to sleep.
A woman worthy of reliance.
Meanwhile, Liang Yuening and the reticent Liang Haoming, both with furrowed brows, recalled the words Dong Huiying had said before.
This isn’t the first time?
Doesn’t that mean that before this, the He family had abducted Third Brother once?
Suddenly, Liang Yuening clenched his fist. He remembered the day he came down from Qingfeng Mountain, he had seen a woman in white, affectionately calling Third Brother the words ’Phoenix Blood’...
Disgusting, this He family, truly damn disgusting!
On the mountain, in Liang’s courtyard.
After the intense heat, the weather suddenly turned cool again, but the temperature at this time was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
Early in the morning, as the first rays of dawn lit the village, a man with a peaceful demeanor slowly opened his eyes on the earthen bed.
The man’s black hair was untied, his lips were pale, his jade-like face as beautiful as the morning bloom, yet he possessed an aloofness, a hint of chill, as if he were an immortal that had accidentally descended into the mortal realm.
After awakening, he slowly got up, his long hair smoothly falling down his back and shoulders.
"Cough," he covered his mouth and coughed softly, then looked beside him. The bedding was disheveled, someone had slept there, but when he touched it, the bedding was cold. Evidently, the person who had been sleeping beside him had gotten up a long time ago.
Shu Yu put on a light robe, lazily moved off the bed, bent down to slip on straw shoes, and then stepped out, pacing toward the outside of the house with shallow steps.
The courtyard was very quiet.
At this early hour, the yard was peaceful, but in a corner of the courtyard, several plump chickens, ducks, and geese were occasionally flapping their wings and pecking their food. In the silence, these little creatures brought a touch of the world’s vitality.
Shu Yu’s cool gaze briefly swept over the chickens, ducks, and geese enclosed within the bamboo fence; these little things seemed to be living quite well.