Bailey rescued the person, and from Yinzhen's actions, Yinzhen became even more certain that Qingyin was in his hands. His brows furrowed, making his face appear even more gloomy and terrifying.

Su Peisheng stood quietly to one side, not daring to utter a sound.

At this moment, a hurried voice came. Su Peisheng frowned. Who was so bold? Did they not know that the prince had been acting strangely these days? He looked up and examined the prince's face. Yinzhen nodded. Only after knowing that the prince had given permission did he leave.

Su Peisheng saw the person after he went out. Wasn't this the eunuch Xiao Li from Qingtai Courtyard? His fierce expression softened slightly. "Speak, what important matter do you have to report to the Prince?"

"This servant greets Eunuch Su. This is our Consort Nian, who is feeling a bit better and wishes to see Your Highness," the young eunuch said with a smile, his eyes filled with innocent joy. Songzhi had kept the matter a secret very well. He was a young eunuch guarding the courtyard gate. As someone on duty at Qingtai Garden, he had met Consort Nian before. Although Consort Nian was proud, she was always generous. To him, Consort Nian was a rare and excellent mistress. Serving such a mistress was a blessing. The thought of such a good mistress being ill made him pray every day for her speedy recovery.

At first, Su Peisheng didn't quite understand what the eunuch was saying. If the concubine had already disappeared, how could there be a concubine who wanted to see the prince again?

Thinking of a certain possibility, Su Peisheng's expression tightened. "You said the concubine asked you to come and report to the prince. Did you see the concubine?"

Little Li was a little confused, not understanding why Eunuch Su asked such a question, but he didn't need an answer, so he nodded honestly.

Su Peisheng's eyebrows lit up with joy. He told Xiao Li to wait there while he ran into the inner room to tell Yinzhen the good news.

Yinzhen frowned slightly when he saw Su Peisheng's happy expression, but Su Peisheng quickly broke the silence.

"You mean the concubine wants to see me?"

Thinking of a possibility, Yinzhen strode towards Qingtai Garden.

Su Peisheng felt a chill before his eyes, and after a gust of wind, the prince disappeared before him. He hurriedly chased after him, not forgetting to take the bewildered little Li Zi with him.

Over there, after Qingyin was rescued by Bailey, Bailey, who knew the place well, carried her back to his Qingtai Garden. Songzhi happened to see this scene, and she happily threw herself into Qingyin's arms, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing the man chasing after her, Songzhi didn't think much of it and simply assumed he was the savior who had saved her master's life.

"Master, waaaaah, you're finally back! Are you alright?" Songzhi anxiously turned around and checked Qingyin's body, crying miserably but still checking her over. Qingyin helplessly wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

"Alright, look how well I'm dressed, where are you injured?" Qingyin, dressed in a simple white and blue silk dress, twirled in front of Songzhi, showing that she was safe and sound.

The dress was simple in design, but the embroidery and fabric were exquisite and expensive. Qingyin's skin had always been delicate since she took the beauty pill, and she was prone to getting red marks if she wore something wrong. Songzhi knew this, and seeing that her mistress was dressed well and had not been frightened, Songzhi felt relieved and had time to care about the others.

"Who is this person, Master?" she asked curiously.

Finally seeing the affectionate master and servant turn their gazes to him, the man looked at Songzhi, who was holding Qingyin's small hand, with a hint of jealousy. He hadn't dared to hold that hand the entire way, and now it was being held by another woman. His jealousy gave Bailey's words a slightly sarcastic tone.

"You only remember me now? Poor me, I've been working so hard to save people and haven't even had a sip of water yet?"

Just as Qingyin was about to speak, the man interrupted her. She glared at him, but the glare was hardly an attack. Instead, it was mistaken for a flirtatious look. The man, thinking he had been appeased, quieted down and poured Qingyin a cup of hot tea with practiced ease. He then poured one for himself as well.

"This is my savior. Songzhi, just pretend you never saw him and don't tell the prince and the others." The tea was warm, and Qingyin wasn't too thirsty, so she gave Songzhi a brief introduction. After speaking, she took small sips of hot water. It was a simple action, but the elegant manners she had honed over several lifetimes inexplicably revealed a unique and exquisite beauty.

The man drinking water nearby was completely mesmerized. Thinking of the sweetness to come, his face flushed, his throat bobbed, and he gulped down a full pot of hot water like a cow.

Songzhi nodded. She watched the two's intimate actions and sensed that they were not a couple. She had no doubts about her mistress's actions. She was going to follow her mistress for life, not the prince. As long as her mistress was willing, no one could get in her way.

After finishing her tea, Qingyin inquired about what had happened at the manor since her disappearance.

Songzhi slowly began to recount the story. Four days after Qingyin disappeared, only the Prince, the Tenth Prince's wife, the Tenth Prince, and a few of their confidants knew about it. No one else knew. The Prince had sent the young prince to the Emperor to recuperate because his master was ill. In the past few days, apart from Geng Gege coming to inquire a few times, he had not been sick.

Qingyin nodded. Dongmei was still there when she left. She wondered how Dongmei was doing. She then asked, "What about Dongmei?"

Songzhi felt a warmth in her heart and said with a smile, "My lady, Dongmei has been taken back to the manor by the prince and is now brewing medicine in the pavilion."

Knowing that Dongmei was alright, Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, she thought of Ajiu, who had lured people away for her, and the fallen figures. Her eyes dimmed slightly.

Although those guards were not commonly seen, Qingyin was still somewhat familiar with them. She knew that Yinzhen had gone mad because of what happened in his previous life, but that didn't mean she could forgive him for these lives. In this life, she and Yinzhen were destined to be apart, Qingyin thought with her eyes downcast.

Meanwhile, Yinzhen, who was staying at the Prince's Mansion, also felt a strong sense of foreboding. This urgency compelled him to rush to the manor where Qingyin was being held.

After understanding the general situation, Qingyin dismissed Bailey and instructed Songzhi to take a bath and change her clothes. All her experiences in the various small worlds taught her that she couldn't appear in front of her current husband wearing someone else's clothes; men's jealousy was truly terrifying. Qingyin blinked as she sent a eunuch to find Yinzhen.

Having just finished bathing and changed into a floral pleated ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a cinched waist, Qingyin lazily reclined on a chair. The steam from the heat made her face blush beautifully, adding to her allure.

When Yinzhen arrived, he witnessed this scene. Looking at the familiar and beautiful face, he couldn't help but pick up Qingyin and bury his head in her soft body, greedily inhaling her familiar and alluring fragrance. The burning heat enveloped Qingyin's back, arousing waves of blush.