It's quite possible. To put it bluntly, it's almost like being kept. Du Qinglan didn't try to hide it from her neighbors or offer any explanation, so it's likely that Brother Da Meng also knows about it.
When facing someone you like, shouldn't you desperately try to defend yourself against such a dark past? Who wants to leave even the slightest stain in the heart of someone they admire?
Perhaps Du Qinglan was certain that the men of the Qiao family were magnanimous and wouldn't care about the past.
But these are just speculations at the moment.
After pinpointing the location and saying goodbye to Pei Shijiu, Qiao Lian'er went to the alley where Du Qinglan lived.
This time, she wore an invisibility cloak, making her invisible and unseen.
The door seemed to have been blown open by the wind, just enough for her to squeeze in sideways.
However, as soon as Qiao Lian'er stepped on the snow, a footprint immediately sank in, making her scalp tingle and causing her to pull her foot back.
I almost forgot, although she is invisible, her strength is still there, and in the heavy snow, it is especially easy to leave traces.
Fortunately, Du Qinglan was still embroidering the handkerchief with her head down and did not notice the slight commotion outside.
Qiao Lian'er planned to explore after the snow had cleared.
After she left, Du Qinglan slightly lifted her eyelids and looked at the footprint.
The person behind her reminded her that Princess Feiluan possessed some special abilities, making her particularly cautious. Could it be that she had just been here?
Du Qinglan pursed her lips.
She got up, went into the courtyard, and closed the door.
He took a closer look and found no one around him. He then went into the room, took out a stack of letters from a locked drawer, and sat down in front of the stove to light them one by one.
This mission she took on was the most important one of her life.
If it succeeds, her long-cherished wish will be fulfilled.
The letters were continuously swallowed up and turned to ashes. A resolute look flashed across Du Qinglan's beautiful face, and her eyes were filled with an icy coldness that showed no hesitation.
Two weeks later, the intermittent snowfall stopped.
Soldiers shoveled snow every day on every main street and alley, and people in every neighborhood also shoveled snow out of their yards.
So once the snow stopped, the streets and courtyards were spotless.
The coldest part of winter has passed, and the temperature has warmed up slightly. The snow shoveled into the drains has begun to melt and slowly flows out of the city.
After enjoying the snow, the Qiao family returned to Datian Village.
Qiao Lian'er took action once again.
The gate to Du Qinglan's courtyard was still half-closed. She remained quiet, sitting in the main room embroidering. In the winnowing basket, a large stack of finished handkerchiefs had accumulated.
Qiao Lian'er slipped in silently. She could sense an inexplicable alertness about Du Qinglan, so she deliberately kept her distance and tiptoed into her room.
The cabinets and drawers were unlocked, and Qiao Lian'er opened them gently but found nothing suspicious.
Footsteps suddenly came from outside the room; it was Du Qinglan entering.
Qiao Lian'er's heart skipped a beat. She quickly and silently closed the open cabinet, then stood to the side, motionless.
Du Qinglan yawned and placed the winnowing basket on the dressing table.
She picked up a handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at it for a long time, and her eyes reddened.
“Brother Da Meng, I have no parents and no one to rely on. How can I be worthy of you? You are so good to me, but it makes me uneasy every day.”
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