Chapter 90 Don’t judge people rashly

There were so many people in Jingjiao Garden, some were kneeling, some were sitting, and some were standing, but no one was talking. It was extremely quiet.

Everyone was very cautious, even their breathing was a little weaker than usual.

After a long silence, Wen Zhiheng's knuckles, which were crackling, finally eased a little.

"Qingsong, organize all the people in the mansion and follow me out to find someone."

A guard in black immediately saluted respectfully with his fists clasped.

"Qingsong obeys!"

Mrs. Wen was very panicked when she saw this.

"Heng'er, are you still so stubborn and stubborn?"

There was a thin mist in Wen Zhiheng's eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Eleven has no relatives in Kyoto. She is an orphan, has no martial arts skills, and is not defensive. I am worried that she might run into a bad guy."

"You find her, then..."

Wen Zhiheng looked at Madam Wen and said coldly.

"Do you really not appreciate the kindness that Shiyi gave to me and Rou'er? Don't you know what kind of person she is? Do you think she took care of us in Fangling for those few years because of the indenture? No, it was because she was kind. If she had been a little selfish and just walked away without providing us with financial assistance, we might still be struggling in Fangling, or even dead."

Mrs. Wen turned pale and said nothing more.

Wen Zhiheng said to the Marquis.

"Father, no matter what, you should be conscientious. The indenture originally belonged to her. Two thousand taels is simply a joke compared to her empty-handed help."

He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"When I find her, I will do as you wish and no longer insist on marrying her. She has suffered too much because of me. She was ruthlessly used by my father and beaten mercilessly by the rampant servants. In short, I am sorry for her..."

After saying this, he turned around without hesitation, stood at the door, pulled out the knife from Qingsong's body, and threw it back. The shiny knife stabbed straight into Liao Ma's chest, and the bright red blood splashed on Madam Wen beside her, scaring her so much that she kept screaming...

The Marquis standing aside had a shrewd look in his eyes, with a raised corner of his mouth, showing a hint of relief.

In such a huge city like Kyoto and with so many people, finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Wen Zhiheng rode his horse, searching aimlessly.

But he patiently asked everyone he met. Some ignored him, some shook their heads, and some listened patiently and suggested that they go to the government office...

At first, he didn't even know the pattern or color of her clothes. He just told others that her extremely beautiful eyes and the innocence in them were the easiest thing to remember.

But he was also worried that she would be remembered, and if so, she would most likely meet a bad person.

This is Kyoto, not Fangling...

Qingsong is very good at doing things.

"Prince, someone has seen the girl at the wonton stand outside Huiyu Street."

Wen Zhiheng heard this and gave orders hurriedly.

"Okay, she has appeared in this area before, so many people must have seen her. Pay special attention to the escort agency, the restaurant, and the inn. These are all places she might go to. Also, ask around in detail at the clothing store, jewelry store, iron shop, and bookstore..."

"yes."

Wen Zhiheng stepped into a clothing store. The owner narrowed his eyes slightly and his voice was a little hoarse and tired.

"Sir, do you want to make clothes? If you come tomorrow, we will close today."

Wen Zhiheng clasped his fists and bowed.

"Shopkeeper, I don't sell clothes, but I'd like to ask you if you've seen a woman recently who is as tall as me, thin, with an oval face, and beautiful, black, big almond eyes..."

The shop owner thought, could it be the girl from that day?

The old man sent someone to tell us not to reveal our whereabouts.

He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, she bought me a set of turquoise clothes and a white veil a few days ago."

When Wen Zhiheng heard this, his eyes were filled with joy.

"Where did she go after that?"

The shopkeeper shook his head.

"I didn't notice. She must have bought it and left."

Wen Zhiheng's heart suddenly sank again.

"Thank you very much, store owner. If she comes again in the future, please let Wensuhou Mansion know. Then, she will be rewarded handsomely!"

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and nodded.

I didn't expect that girl is so important, she's actually the daughter of a marquis. I don't know if I can handle it.

They searched the streets and alleys of the capital for three whole days, but apart from a little information they got that day, there was no further news.

Wen Zhiheng was really worried that something might happen to Eleven, and he tossed and turned every night and had no desire to sleep.

When he couldn't fall asleep, he would go to Yueyingxuan where Chen Shiyi lived, and imitate her by standing under the weeping crabapple tree and looking up to see the phoenix tail bamboo she had trimmed swaying in the wind.

Inside the house, she did not take away all the expensive jewelry, head ornaments, hairpins, cosmetics and perfumes he had bought for her; and in the closet, all the rows of gorgeous clothes were left behind.

On the desk, the green wood wolf hair brush that she often used was washed spotlessly clean and hung on the brush holder, looking as if it was new. The fine rice paper had not a speck of ink on it.

He sniffed and took down a gold-plated box from the shelf. When he opened it, he was filled with luster, pure and moist, as pure and beautiful as moonlight.

She didn't want the box of expensive pearls that he had worked so hard to get.

Wen Zhiheng picked one up with her fingertips, and the brilliance reflected on her fingertips was like the tears she shed while holding back her stubbornness.

He thought of the years he had spent in Fangling, his eyes closed, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Eleven, you are so cruel. You left without taking anything with you or saying a word to me. How disappointed are you in me? You are so disappointed that you, who is so trustworthy, broke your promise without hesitation..."

"Eleven, where are you?"

"I will never beg you to like me again. I just want to know your whereabouts. I hope you are fine, that's enough..."

Outside the door, the light in the lantern became brighter and brighter, and the night became darker and darker.

Once upon a time, that lamp was my most delighted desire, but now, it is pale, cold, hazy and out of reach.

"Prince..."

At the door was Shi Liu's maid, Shi Liu.

"Um."

Wen Zhiheng looked up at Liusu under the bright red lantern and responded softly.

"Sir, can I ask you a favor?"

"You say."

"The young lady said that after she left, she wanted me to take care of her. She said that she would take good care of me."

"She's right. Zhirou will take good care of you."

Pomegranate summoned up the courage to speak.

"I would like to ask for a favor from the prince. My mother is seriously ill and there is no one to take care of her at home. I would like to get rid of my household registration as soon as possible and go home to take care of my mother."

Wen Zhiheng was stunned for a moment.

"Okay, go ahead and collect some of the reward money from Butler Xu, and tell him that it was my order."

Shi Liu kowtowed to Wen Zhiheng several times in gratitude and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something and turned back.

"Sir, I know where the birthday gift the young lady gave you is."

After saying that, she found a small hoe and dug out the small wooden sculpture that Chen Shiyi had buried earlier.

She wiped it clean carefully and handed it to Wen Zhiheng respectfully with both hands.

As soon as he took it and looked at it carefully, hot tears immediately flowed down his face again.

It turns out that my sincerity was not betrayed.

It's just that the world plays tricks on us, and we can't make rash judgments on human hearts.