As soon as the Marquis returned in the evening, Su Yaoyao immediately came to Nangong Muyun's yard as if presenting a treasure.
Nangong Muyun had just returned from the Second Prince's place. He had drunk some wine and reeked of alcohol.
Although Su Yaoyao felt a little disgusted, she still approached him affectionately.
"Cousin~"
When Nangong Muyun saw that it was her, his expression did not fluctuate much.
Su Yaoyao noticed his indifference and her expression almost turned pale.
But he still forced a smile.
"Cousin, guess what I saw today?"
"What?" Nangong Muyun asked coldly.
Su Yaoyao ignored the indifference in his tone and whispered seriously into Nangong Muyun's ear, "I saw Miss Jiang send a maid to bring food to the one in Hanmei Courtyard..."
"What!" Nangong Muyun's eyes suddenly widened.
He knew that Jiang Ziyi often tinkered in the kitchen, but he thought she cooked for herself, so he didn't say much.
It turns out that she not only ate it herself, but also sent a portion to Hanmeiyuan?!
Thinking about how Jiang Ziyi had always had an indifferent expression when he went to Huashaoyuan for so many days, he instantly understood where Jiang Ziyi's indifference came from.
It turns out that she likes her second brother!
Nangong Muyun's eyes became dark and deep because of jealousy.
It seems that he is going to go to his second brother to swear an oath of sovereignty.
Su Yaoyao was still leaning into Nangong Muyun's arms at this moment, "Cousin, Jiang Ziyi must have only been attracted to the Second Young Master's face. People as superficial as her are the most despicable."
At this moment, Su Yaoyao only wanted to madly discredit Jiang Ziyi's image in Nangong Muyun's heart.
Unexpectedly, after hearing what she said, Nangong Muyun pushed her hard and almost made her fall.
She finally stood firm and looked up aggrievedly, "Cousin, why did you push me?"
"I think people like you who like to gossip every day are the most despicable." Nangong Muyun's tone was as cold as ice at this moment.
Only then did Su Yaoyao realize that she seemed to have said the wrong thing just now.
She had just said in front of her cousin that Jiang Ziyi was a cheap person who only cared about looks...
However, the person who cares most about appearance in this mansion is probably my cousin himself...
She quickly explained, "Cousin, Yaoyao didn't mean that!"
However, Nangong Muyun was too lazy to listen to her nonsense and said to the servants in his courtyard: "Take her away. There will be nothing wrong in the future. Don't bother me anymore."
"Cousin! Cousin! Cousin..."
Su Yaoyao was ruthlessly dragged away, and Nangong Muyun didn't even bother to look at her.
When Nangong Muyun finished taking a shower and lay on the bed, he couldn't help but think of what Su Yaoyao had just said.
Jiang Ziyi actually looked down on me, a marquis, and instead showed his affection to the bastard from the abandoned courtyard?
He has never eaten the food cooked by Jiang Ziyi!
That bastard has eaten it all!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he sat up in bed in anger.
But then he thought, Su Yaoyao was talking about Jiang Ziyi's maid going to Hanmeiyuan.
Maybe Jiang Ziyi's maid fell in love with Nangong Shuyan.
He thought about it over and over again, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.
So in the middle of the night, he called the sleepy Shaofeng into the house.
"Starting tomorrow, you will strictly monitor the movements of Huashao Courtyard. If Miss Jiang goes to Hanmei Courtyard, remember to inform me immediately."
Shaofeng forced back a yawn and replied weakly, "Okay."
Only then did Nangong Muyun let him go back to sleep.
It just so happened that he didn't have to go to the palace in the next few days, so he could take a good look at what was going on in the mansion.
Early the next morning, Shaofeng began to monitor the surroundings of Huashaoyuan.
He was woken up by the Marquis in the middle of the night yesterday, and now he has dark circles under his eyes like a panda.
Seeing Jiang Ziyi coming out, Shaofeng quickly hid behind the wall.
He already knew that Jiang Ziyi would go to the kitchen to cook for herself every day.
So he was not surprised to see Jiang Ziyi walking towards the kitchen.
After she and Chunqin came out of the kitchen after tinkering for a while.
He found that Jiang Ziyi returned to her yard carrying a food box.
Chunqin carried another food box, walked through a small path, and went to Hanmeiyuan.
And he handed the food box in his hand to the second young master's servant.
He silently memorized what he had seen and heard today, and prepared to go back and report to the Marquis.
However, he suddenly heard the voice of Haruko talking to the attendant.
"Why haven't you seen your young lady for so long?"
In fact, the servant asked this question on his own initiative on behalf of the young master, because Miss Jiang had not been to Hanmeiyuan for more than a month. In this case, there is no intersection between her and the young master. Without intersection, there is no story, and without story, there is no love!
This made the servant very anxious.
"Can you let your young lady come to Hanmeiyuan occasionally?" asked the servant.
Chunqin felt a little embarrassed when she heard his request. She also wanted to ask the young lady, since she no longer came to Hanmeiyuan, why did she still have to deliver meals to the second young master every day.
She said with difficulty, "My lady is also afraid that if she comes here in person, she will be targeted by someone with ulterior motives and made a big fuss about it..."
After hearing this explanation, the servant was delighted. It seemed that the girl was still interested in his master!
"Really? No way..." The attendant, a grown man, stared at Chunqin with his watery eyes, and his expression was really irresistible.
"I... will go back and talk to the young lady..." Under the attack of the servant's eyes, Chunqin had to agree verbally for the time being.
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