The light snow gradually turned into heavy snow, and it continued to fall until night.

The maid that Luo Yining sent out to inquire came back.

The maid's buns were still stained with unmelted snow, and her face was red from the cold. "Third Madam, I've inquired carefully, and those two maids rarely leave the courtyard. They focus on serving the Sixth Young Miss and never ask about anything else. They don't talk much."

Luo Yining had originally thought that Lu Jiaxue had sent these two people here to gather information. But after hearing this, he felt that it was impossible. Someone who was sent here so openly would naturally be wary, and these two people were definitely not used for this purpose.

Yi Ning rewarded the maid with a bag of silver coins and told her to go and rest without waiting for her. She saw the red mark on the side of her neck in the mirror and was slightly distracted... This was left by her third brother, he never did such a thing before.

The heavy snow had not stopped when Luo Shenyuan returned.

He was practicing calligraphy in his study.

Outside the window, the north wind blew, and the snow fell from the trees. The servants replaced the quilted cushions in the room with black fox fur cushions, which were luxurious and beautiful. Luo Shenyuan had been with Zeng Heng for several years and had no shortage of money. It was just that he was a member of the Qingliu Party, so sometimes he couldn't spend it.

"...The governor picked up the third wife's earrings and did not return them to her. The third wife seemed a little afraid of him." said the person who came to reply.

Luo Shenyuan listened and thought. Picked up the earrings? "What was the Third Madam's reaction?" he continued to ask.

"I can't tell anything else. It's just that after the Third Madam came back, she sent a maid to secretly go to the Sixth Miss to get information."

"You may withdraw now." Luo Shenyuan put down his brush. "Send this calligraphy to be framed and hung in the west side room of the Third Madam."

Luo Shenyuan looked at the snow-covered sky and closed his eyes. Yi Ning's attitude towards Lu Jiaxue... was indeed different from others. She wasn't that afraid of others. She was only afraid of those she cared about but who had hurt her.