Xiao Zhen felt a little embarrassed after being scolded by his daughter, and he even dared not look her in the eye. However, he still subconsciously defended himself, saying, "But Princess Huaiyin is not just anyone. We grew up together since childhood. There is nothing between us..."
Rong Qingqing frowned, "But you consider her a friend, but she might not? She clearly got drunk on purpose to make Mother misunderstand you."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhen disagreed, saying, "She didn't need to do that."
Rong Qingqing rubbed her forehead. It seemed that her father's emotional intelligence wasn't very high either. Apart from being good at fighting, he didn't understand women's thoughts at all.
She always felt that this Princess Huaiyin liked her father and had done something behind his back, otherwise why would her mother suddenly leave Suzhou?
And that letter!
She looked at her tall, handsome father, paused, and asked, "Where is Princess Huaiyin now?"
“In Huaiyin, perhaps. We haven’t been in contact for many years,” Xiao Zhen said helplessly. Seeing that his daughter seemed to doubt Princess Huaiyin, he added, “Princess Huaiyin married a prince many years ago, and her children are already quite grown up, so it’s not what you think.”
Seeing that her father trusted Princess Huaiyin so much, Rong Qingqing didn't say anything more, only asking, "But how do we explain this letter?" She waved the letter in her hand.
Xiao Zhen frowned. "I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
"Father, you must find out the truth and bring the person behind this to justice," Rong Qingqing said.
"Hmm." Xiao Zhen patted her head. "There were a lot of things to do today, you must be tired. Get some rest, I'm leaving now."
"Okay." Rong Qingqing nodded, relieved to know that he would thoroughly investigate the person who wrote the letter.
When Xiao Zhen left, he took the box with him.
After leaving Lanyue Residence, Xiao Zhen handed the letter to Zhou Peng and ordered him to investigate it thoroughly.
night.
Considering that Xiao Zhen would be returning to Suzhou the next day, Rong Qingqing personally cooked a table full of delicious dishes.
When Xiao Zhen arrived, he was touched to learn that she had personally cooked the dishes, but he also felt somewhat disapproving.
"There are servants in the mansion, so let them do the work. You must not tire yourself out."
Rong Qingqing blinked. "I don't cook often. I only made this for you because Father is going to Suzhou tomorrow. Besides, I don't know your tastes very well, and I don't know if you can eat these dishes."
Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, Xiao Zhen said gently, "I'm not a picky eater, and since you made them, I like them all."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing felt relieved and first served him a bowl of soup, saying, "Father, please try it."
Drinking the soup cooked by his daughter, Xiao Zhen's heart, riddled with wounds, finally found a sliver of solace.
During the meal, Rong Qingqing also asked Xiao Tao to heat up a pot of wine.
The father and daughter drank together.
Xiao Zhen initially didn't want her to drink, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that his daughter had a good tolerance for alcohol, so he didn't stop her anymore.
Before they knew it, the father and daughter had finished a pot of wine.
Seeing that it was getting late, Xiao Zhen gave up and personally escorted Rong Qingqing back to Lanyue Residence.
"It's getting late, you should get some rest," Xiao Zhen said from outside the door.
"I know, Father, you should rest early too," Rong Qingqing said. Seeing that her father wouldn't leave unless she went in, she had no choice but to turn around and go into the courtyard.
Xiao Zhen watched his daughter enter the courtyard with reluctance before leaving.
Rong Qingqing entered the room, took off her clothes, and prepared to take a bath. But as soon as she put her clothes on the screen, she was startled and quickly put them back on.
Looking at the man leaning against the window, she was both surprised and angry. "When did you get here?"
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