When Rong Qingqing looked over, she noticed his red ears.
She paused for a moment, and her anger suddenly dissipated.
As soon as Xie Jingrun left, Xiao Tao came in from outside. She looked at her young mistress with a strange expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Miss, why is the Marquis in your room?" After saying that, she held her breath and waited, intending to keep to herself if her young mistress said anything shocking.
Rong Qingqing glanced at her. "I was about to ask you the same thing. When I was taking a bath in the room, didn't I tell you to stand guard outside the door? How come I didn't know Xie Jingrun came in?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Tao's face fell, and she felt very guilty. "I suddenly had a stomachache and didn't have time to tell you before I went to the toilet..."
Rong Qingqing snorted coldly, "Luckily it was Xie Jingrun who came in. If it had been some other villain, my reputation would be ruined."
Xiao Tao's head drooped lower and lower, as if guilt was about to engulf her. She completely forgot to ask the Marquis what he had been doing in the young lady's room for so long.
"I'll let it go this time, but you can't afford to be negligent next time," Rong Qingqing instructed.
"I understand, Miss." Xiao Tao felt extremely guilty. Although her mistress didn't scold her, she felt very remorseful.
"Alright, it's getting late, go and get some rest." Rong Qingqing softened her tone.
"Yes." Xiao Tao then withdrew.
Rong Qingqing walked over and bolted the door, letting out a heavy sigh.
She walked to the dressing mirror, picked up a comb, and began to comb her long hair.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she unexpectedly recalled how Xie Jingrun had helped her dry her hair after she finished showering.
She suddenly stopped combing her hair.
That jerk Xie Jingrun, isn't he being too casual? Can you just wipe a woman's hair like that?
Although he helped her, she still felt something was off.
She shook her head and continued combing her long, cloud-like hair.
After combing her hair, she went to bed.
On the other side.
After leaving Rong Qingqing's room, Xie Jingrun went straight back to his own room.
As soon as he entered the room, he threw his cloak onto the couch.
Looking at the cloak he had carelessly discarded, he remembered something and bent down to pick it up again.
Looking at the cloak in his arms, he could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from the woman. Unexpectedly, the scene he saw when he entered Rong Qingqing's room flashed through his mind.
The woman's graceful figure was reflected on the screen...
His eyes darkened for a moment, then he suddenly turned around, walked to the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and gulped it down.
After the agitation within him subsided, he pondered for a moment, put on his cloak, went out of the house, called Changlin over and gave him a few instructions before leaving the courtyard.
At this moment, in Emperor Zhaojing's bedroom, Haifu had just finished helping him wash up and was about to get into bed when a palace attendant suddenly came in to report, "Your Majesty, Commander Xie requests an audience."
Emperor Zhaojing was delighted upon hearing this, but he showed no sign of it on his face. After a moment of contemplation, he said in a deep voice, "Let him in."
A moment later, Xie Jingrun walked in.
Looking at Emperor Zhaojing, who sat on the couch with a dignified expression but gentle eyes, he felt a complex mix of emotions.
He wanted to ask him why, since he was his son, he was raised in the Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion and placed under Xie Tianlin's name. He also wanted to know how his mother died.
He had actually ordered the Embroidered Uniform Guard to investigate these matters in secret long ago, but they found nothing, as if someone had deliberately erased them.
His eyes dimmed, but in the end, he didn't ask anything.
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