The carriage needed to be prepared for Qingyin's return journey. Fortunately, the servants who had come from there hadn't had time to unload all the items, which was a good opportunity for Qingyin. The servants quickly prepared Qingyin's carriage and luggage.

With Song's mother's comfort and her daughter's obedient farewell, Qingyin returned to the carriage.

—

When Song Fengqing finally caught two little foxes after diligently running several miles in the mountains, he saw that the courtyard was empty except for his sister.

Song Fengqing, looking disheveled, carried a small fox in one hand, his face covered in mud he hadn't even noticed while catching it: "..."

Hmm, what about my big, beautiful, pretty, gentle, and kind older sister?

Looking at Song Fengqing, whose face showed the same silly expression as her own, Song Yuebai couldn't help but twitch her lips, and her hand itched to slap her silly younger brother again.

"Stop looking, your sister's going home."

"Niannian is sleepy and is sleeping."

Song Fengqing was astonished: "Then what about my fox?"

Song Yuebai rolled her eyes. "You just caught a wild fox outside. If you don't train it properly before giving it to Niannian, do you want Niannian to get bitten?"

"Oh~"

"Let's go, we need to talk. Hurry up and get ready to come over."

Song Fengqing looked down at his own dirty body, his lips pursed slightly, and muttered softly, "This is my manly scent. You, on the other hand, seem to want to take eight hundred baths a day."

"What did you say!"

Song Yuebai spoke softly.

Song Fengqing was startled. "You can hear that?"

Song Yuebai rolled her eyes at him, "You practically have your insults written all over your face."

"Alright, go take a shower now."

"oh."

...

After taking a shower, Song Fengqing quickly ran to Song Yuebai's room.

"Why did you return to the manor, sister?"

Song Fengqing knew he wasn't very smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He went straight to the point and asked his cunning older brother.

Song Yuebai glanced at him indifferently, and said somewhat seriously, "Someone may have seen what my sister looks like now, and they will most likely send someone to investigate her."

Upon hearing that someone was eyeing his beautiful older sister who had just returned, Song Fengqing was furious, her nose practically flaring with anger.

"He dares!"

Song Yuebai exchanged a glance with him. "That's why you need to keep a close watch tonight and see if any unfamiliar faces appear near our manor."

"Remember not to alert them. Remember, our sister was originally out recuperating when she suddenly fell ill and had to return home. Only Mother and Niannian came to visit the village, understand?"

Song Yuebai emphasized the second half of his sentence.

Song Fengqing understood his brother's purpose and nodded seriously.

It's best not to let him find out who's after my sister, otherwise he'll definitely put a sack over my head and beat me up.

The two brothers' conspiracy was completely unknown to Song's mother and Niannian, who were sitting next to them in the same house.

Qingyin probably had some guesses, but she couldn't answer Song's mother and Niannian.

On the way back, perhaps due to the unexpected incident at the farm, the journey was smooth, and they arrived at the back gate of the Song residence and entered the mansion.

Although Qingyin had been sitting in the carriage the whole time and hadn't gotten tired, she was still somewhat exhausted from spending almost the entire day in the carriage.

Upon returning to Huilan Residence, Qingyin couldn't help but lie down on the armchair.

Qinghe felt sorry for her young lady.

Even though her young mistress had been staying in the house for so long to recuperate, and she had finally managed to beg the madam to let her go out, she was forced to come back and stay in the house because of those men.

"Miss, it's all those people's fault that you were forced to come back."

Qinghe complained on Qingyin's behalf, her face pouting in anger.

She has an oval face, but she got so angry that it turned into a "pancake".

Qingyin wanted to laugh, but if she laughed out loud, the maid would definitely be embarrassed. She smiled slightly and said, "Alright, I'm a little tired from the journey. Qinghe, please massage my legs."

"Yes, Miss. I was by your side and didn't even notice that your legs were uncomfortable."

When Qinghe heard that her young mistress was tired, she hadn't even noticed. A look of self-reproach appeared on her face. She didn't have time to complain to her mistress and hurriedly went to the chair to massage her mistress's calves.

"It was my fault. I have legs, how would Qinghe know if I didn't tell her?"

Qingyin smiled sweetly, her captivating eyes fixed on Qinghe.

Qinghe blushed, and her eyes began to wander.

She dared not look at her young mistress. Ever since she left the Liu family mansion, her appearance had become increasingly strange, as if she had undergone a second growth spurt.

Even though she stayed by her mistress's side every day, she didn't dare to stare at her directly, for fear that her mistress would see her adoring expression and she would lose face.

Qingyin looked at Qinghe, whose ears were bright red and who dared not look at her anymore, and smiled slightly. She stopped talking and quietly flipped through the storybook in her hand.

—

At the same time.

The Eastern Palace of the Imperial Palace in the capital.

The Crown Prince looked at the kneeling guard and said in a dangerous tone, "You said that manor belongs to the Song family, but I didn't find a single beautiful woman there. Only the two Song brothers took their mother and the eldest daughter of the Song family to the manor for a visit and relaxation."

"Yes, Your Highness." The guard knelt on the ground, cold sweat soaking his back, and answered respectfully.

The prince frowned. "Impossible. I clearly saw the back of a stunningly beautiful woman and a little girl who looked about three or four years old."

The guard shook his head. "The eldest daughter of the Song family is three years old now, but the young lady Your Highness mentioned, I have inquired repeatedly, and everyone says they don't know her."

"The manager was tight-lipped and didn't tell the truth."

The crown prince remained silent for a while. Although he found it incredible, the eldest daughter of the Song family was the most beautiful woman he could have seen.

"What about Song Qingqing?"

"I inquired and found that the young lady seemed to have originally intended to go, but due to her poor health, she fell ill before leaving and was forced to stay at the manor instead of going to the estate."

"I went to the Song residence tonight, and a servant of the Song family did see their eldest daughter there."

...

After the guard finished speaking, the inner room became eerily quiet.

The prince fiddled with the thumb ring in his hand.

So if it wasn't the eldest daughter of the Song family, then who could it be?

The crown prince fell into deep thought.

After a long while, he said, "Investigate. Continue to investigate carefully."

"Even if that woman isn't a member of the Song family, Song Yuebai and the others must have some connection with her."

"Yes, Your Highness."

— — — — — — — — — —

In the evening, Song Fengqing, who had been climbing a tree near the house all night and being bitten by mosquitoes, finally saw the faint breath leave and jumped down from the big tree where he had been.

He ran excitedly to Song Yuebai's room.

"As expected, someone is investigating my sister!"

Song Yuebai lay on the bed. In the darkness, his eyes were as deep as ink, and his expression was unreadable.

"As expected, things have taken the worst turn."