In the courtyard, Cheng's father and mother were sitting in front of the hall, with a hint of melancholy in their eyes.

Their son Cheng Qingyuan passed away not long ago. They are filled with mixed emotions and worried about when they will be reunited.

At this moment, she heard a knock on the door. Mother Cheng was startled and stood up quickly.

"Who is it?" Cheng's mother's voice trembled slightly.

"My name is Shen Yuhan, I have something to ask you."

Shen Yuhan's voice was low, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

Hearing Shen Yuhan's name, Cheng's father and mother looked at each other and their hearts tightened.

They naturally knew who Shen Yuhan was.

The courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, and Shen Yuhan stepped into the courtyard.

Seeing his extraordinary presence, Cheng's parents did not dare to neglect him and hurried forward to greet him: "General, I wonder what brings you here?"

Shen Yuhan took a look at the two of them and had already guessed most of what was going on.

Cheng Qingyuan and Fang Qingyue had a close relationship, so their departure must have something to do with her.

He retracted his fierce expression and spoke in a gentle tone, yet still with dignity: "Uncle Cheng, Aunt Cheng, I came here today to inquire about the whereabouts of your son Cheng Qingyuan."

Cheng's parents' expressions suddenly became nervous.

Father Cheng coughed lightly and said carefully, "General, my boy... has been away on a long trip with a friend recently."

"They just wanted to relax in a different place, nothing special."

Shen Yuhan looked at Cheng's father sharply, obviously not believing what he said.

He smiled faintly, but without much warmth: "Oh? Then I wonder who Mr. Cheng was traveling with? Where did he go?"

Mother Cheng felt the oppression in Shen Yuhan's eyes and became increasingly uneasy.

She was worried that saying something wrong would implicate Qingyue and her son, but she didn't dare lie in front of the general.

She replied in a low voice: "General, he went to the south for a walk. As for where exactly he went, we as parents don't know..."

When Shen Yuhan heard this answer, his brows furrowed slightly, obviously dissatisfied with this vague answer.

He took a step forward, his tone suddenly becoming cold: "Where's Fang Qingyue? Did she leave too?"

Cheng's parents were frightened by Shen Yuhan's fierce aura, and their hearts were suddenly filled with waves.

Mother Cheng suppressed her panic and shook her head calmly, "Miss Fang...it seems she left too, but we don't know where she went."

Shen Yuhan's eyes darkened as he stared at Cheng's mother's face, as if trying to find a flaw in her expression.

But this honest country couple were not good at lying, and no matter how well they hid it, they still couldn't hide that trace of guilt.

Shen Yuhan became increasingly anxious, and almost wanted to grab them and force out the truth.

But he finally controlled his impatience.

"Since you don't know, I'll find it myself."

Shen Yuhan said this coldly, then turned around and strode towards the door.

Cheng's parents looked at his departing back, looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness.

Mother Cheng whispered to her husband, "General Shen wants to find Miss Qingyue...why is that?"

Father Cheng shook his head and sighed.

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Shen Yuhan jumped on the horse and continued to gallop along the road.

The anxiety in my heart burned like a flame.

Fang Qingyue must not have gone far, he must find her as soon as possible.

Carefully observing the traces on the ground along the way, I soon discovered several clear horseshoe prints on the road.

The hoof prints were clear and fresh, obviously a team of carriages had just passed by.

He followed the trail closely, becoming increasingly certain that Fang Qingyue was just ahead.

Night gradually falls, and the last ray of sunset in the sky is swallowed by the twilight.

Shen Yuhan finally stopped his horse in front of a remote inn.

The lights in the inn flickered, revealing a bit of warmth in the cold night.

He dismounted and walked quickly into the inn.

The waiter behind the counter saw the imposing general and saluted respectfully: "Sir, do you need a place to stay?"

Shen Yuhan didn't exchange pleasantries and asked coldly, "Is there a carriage stopping here today?"

"There were two women and one man in the car."

Although the waiter was used to seeing guests coming and going, he was still a little scared when facing such an imposing general.

His fingers rubbed the edge of the counter unconsciously, his eyes were a little wandering, and he didn't dare to look Shen Yuhan in the eye.

"This..." The waiter hesitated, his tone revealing a hint of hesitation. "Sir, there is such a carriage today. What you are describing..."

"That seems to be true, but specifically..."

He deliberately drew out his tone, as if he was considering whether to tell everything he knew.

Shen Yuhan frowned, his anxiety reaching its limit.

He was not a patient person, especially since Fang Qingyue was involved in this matter, he could not tolerate any delay.

He took a step forward, his aura suddenly pressing in. His voice was low, as if revealing a hint of suppressed anger: "You'd better think it over carefully. Don't make me ask you again."

When the waiter saw Shen Yuhan's increasingly gloomy expression, cold sweat broke out on his back.

He nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, there is such a team, but..."

"They didn't say where they were going. They just rested their feet here for a while and then left in a hurry."

Shen Yuhan's eyes did not move away from the waiter's face.

"When did you leave?" he asked coldly.

"It was only two hours ago. Their carriage was in a hurry and was moving very fast."

The second boy replied timidly, with a hint of fear in his voice.

Shen Yuhan said nothing, threw down a few pieces of silver, turned around and strode out of the inn.

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