"Haoming, co here!"
The ten-mile long street in Nanling City was bustling with activity.
Dong Huiying stood inside a shop, waving over Lao Si, Liang Haoming, who was as loyal as a death soldier guarding her.
Haoming imdiately strode over quickly.
This man still wore a mask on his face, and only in private, when no outsiders were present, would he take off the mask, revealing his true face, allowing his skin to get so air.
This was because he was on guard against the current Pri Minister in the Capital who replaced Xiao Cheng, and he had to temporarily live incognito, changing his appearance. But once the dust settled in the future and everything was concluded, there would be no need to restrain himself like this, and he could do as he pleased.
In the Capital, Zhi Chen was busy dealing with the Eighth Princess and the current Pri Minister, stirring up trouble, but in fact, it was also for Haoming’s consideration.
As long as that Pri Minister was in power, Haoming could not be considered safe. If he wanted true safety, free from any constraints, that Pri Minister would have to be brought down first.
Dong Huiying held a jade pendant in her hand, the pendant was pure white.
Haoming was dressed in black, and when she hung the jade pendant on Haoming’s waist, it seed like a touch of white in the black, very pleasing, and it made Haoming, who was accustod to wearing black and seed sowhat gloomy and depressed, much brighter.
Although as cold as always, this coldness was no longer gloomy, this touch of white dissolved all the dreariness on him.
Dong Huiying looked at Liang Haoming with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad!"
She gave a thumbs up, clearly her taste was excellent.
But as she looked at Haoming, a face suddenly flashed in her mind, it was Qinghe’s face.
During those days she was kidnapped, she was under restraint.
But she rembered, Qinghe loved wearing white, that person had very fair skin too, and only the pendant on his waist was black.
It was precisely the opposite of how Haoming looked now.
Haoming was a touch of white in black, whereas that person was a touch of black in white. And that black jade pendant, she seed to have never seen Xiao Qinghe without it.
It must be sothing very important, right?
Otherwise, why would he treasure it to the point of never parting with it?
Suddenly, an idea flashed.
"Haoming?"
She tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled, yet seemingly having so kind of realization.
"You say Qing... you say that person, could it be he hasn’t co looking for because his... woman is here?"
The Eighth Princess was in Nanling, and on the surface, Xiao Qinghe held the Eighth Princess in high regard, becoming like her puppet due to the Mind-Bewitching Gu. The Eighth Princess greatly trusted him.
But now that the Eighth Princess was deeply in Nanling, far from Yuanjing, if Xiao Qinghe appeared here, it would likely be exposed. It could even cause the Eighth Princess to develop suspicion.
She guessed she might have the truth, Xiao Qinghe wasn’t soone to give up easily, and she didn’t know what kind of thoughts he held towards the forr Dong Dabao, but in her opinion, there were definitely feelings involved.
The reason she could appear so openly and without cover in Nanling, while he delayed making any moves against her, was probably due to hesitating because of the Eighth Princess.
Haoming’s expressionless face: "I don’t know."
Dong Huiying chuckled, she stood on her toes and lightly patted the man’s head.
She had forgotten, this man was always simple-minded, straightforward, unlike others with hidden thoughts, and his thinking was not as complicated as her other brothers.
"Let’s go, let’s pay a visit to Sister Yang!"
The shopkeeper from the nearby city had recently returned, and to repay Sister Yang and that shopkeeper for their care of her wife-lord, Shujun had granted them a special privilege, and specifically promoted the two. They had now been elevated from being ordinary shopkeepers to Deputy Branch Managers in their respective cities.
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