However, an incident that happened that night completely changed Escort Army Sun’s impression of this group of people. She initially thought the reason they were traveling with her was to pay Silver to buy so peace of mind, hiring her to ensure their safety on the road. Who would have thought...
Dong Huiying was carried out of the carriage by a man, her face covered by his cloak, leaving her to rely solely on her ears to eavesdrop and discern the situation outside. The way the man carried her up and down, she was truly out of patience. Although she was extrely unwilling in her heart, the situation was more pressing than her desires.
Alas!
Dong Huiying let out a deep sigh.
Qinghe held Dong Huiying and walked into a room, and Ah Lian dug out a few pieces of silver coal from her luggage to light. Although the weather had started to warm lately and the snow on the road was about to lt, the weather at night was still rather cold.
Dong Huiying was thrown onto the bed by Qinghe, that’s right, thrown! She bared her teeth in pain but was muted and couldn’t make a sound; otherwise, she might have cursed out loud.
Damn it, scoundrel!
She rolled her eyes dramatically, but no matter if her eyes were open or shut, she could only see darkness. The cloak still covered her face, making her breathing feel laborious—stifling!
Ah Lian seed to ignore Qinghe’s roughness. In fact, though Qinghe couldn’t be described as pure and virtuous, he used to lead a rather wanton life in his early years and later beca the Official Husband of the Eighth Princess. However, ever since Baowei’s departure from the capital, he beca... indifferent to won?
Chaste as Jade!
To the extent that even when the Eighth Princess summoned him to bed every night, Qinghe used a stand-in disguised as himself to deceive her.
"Go check on her, don’t let her suffocate," Ah Lian said as she placed a cushion on a wobbly-legged stool. Qinghe sat down comfortably. Imdiately, Ah Lian rushed to the wooden bed and lifted the cloak covering Dong Huiying’s face, only to find her glaring furiously.
Ah Lian: "..." The fact that the young master personally carried this unknown woman and shared a carriage with her for so long, even if due to special circumstances, was enough to surprise Ah Lian.
Ah Lian glanced at Dong Huiying, then turned to look at Qinghe, who was pouring himself a drink.
Inexplicably, she had a feeling. The young master’s attitude towards this woman was sowhat special...
Thinking thus, Ah Lian turned back to Dong Huiying. She stared at Dong Huiying for a long ti, then suddenly realized.
So that’s it!
It’s because she resembles soone else?
No wonder the young master occasionally stared at this woman’s exquisite features in a trance... it turns out, her features resemble those of Marshal Baowei from years past!
Ah Lian’s imagination soared, and she suddenly recalled that this woman had been living at Doctor Yun’s place for so ti. Could it be that Doctor Yun kept her around because of her face, as a way to reminisce about the late Marshal Baowei?
Ah Lian felt as if she had uncovered a big secret but didn’t show a trace on her face. Expressionless, she gathered so firewood, boiled a pot of hot water, and then soaked the frozen hard grain in it.
"Young master, would you like sothing to eat?" Ah Lian brought a portion of the grain to Qinghe. Qinghe had already drunk more than half a pot of wine and really wasn’t hungry, so he waved his hand: "I’m not hungry."
Ah Lian was worried sick; this wasn’t about not being hungry. Clearly, it was that he didn’t want to eat, wasn’t willing to eat, had no mood to eat, had no appetite to eat, sigh!
Ah Lian glanced at Qinghe’s complexion. It had only been a few days, yet the young master seed to have lost a lot of weight.
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