He Huaixuan's mind suddenly buzzed, and she finally discovered the clue.
Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he stopped trying to cover it up and sneered, "He's no longer in the capital. You'll never see him again."
The war was so cruel. If her father accidentally died in battle, he would never come back, and Jiang Qingyao would have no way of knowing who her benefactor was.
Even if he knew, he was already dead and there was no way to repay the favor.
"Not in Shangjing?" Jiang Qingyao noticed this and said coldly, "He Huaixuan, you are so despicable."
Despicable... She actually called him despicable.
It seemed as if something was stabbing his heart. He Huaixuan was slightly startled, his eyes dim and unclear.
"I am despicable, and you forced me to do it."
If she had obeyed him obediently, why would he have to be so humble and use all means? In the end, it was still her fault.
Jiang Qingyao didn't even want to look at him, "Even if you don't tell me, I still have a way to find out."
All the efforts made before were in vain!
After taking two steps, she didn't look back and asked again, "How much do you know about my mother?"
Did she suspect he was deceiving her? Was his image in her eyes so terrible?
He Huaixuan curled his lips: "Ms. Xue didn't die of dystocia, but was poisoned."
He didn't say anything more.
This story was told by a woman who was burning incense in his previous life. It turned out that the woman was a maid who once served Xue.
The woman only knew that Xue was poisoned, but she had no idea who poisoned her.
After knowing this, He Huaixuan did not mention it to Jiang Qingyao. After all, Xue had been dead for so many years, and it was meaningless to pursue it further.
Besides, he has never liked Jiang Qingyao being on the side of his maternal grandparents, and he doesn't want her to waste her time on these unimportant matters.
Maybe there is some trouble hidden behind Xue’s death, so we must not bring trouble upon ourselves.
She just obediently became the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion and devoted herself to it wholeheartedly.
He Huaixuan never thought there was anything wrong in hiding the truth from her. When the Xue family was in trouble, she completely lost her mind and completely disregarded her identity as the mistress of the Anguo Marquis' Mansion. She even wanted to get involved in the Xue family's rebellion.
How could he allow her to be so presumptuous?
So he waited until the entire Xue family was beheaded before telling her the news.
Whether she accepts it or not, she is powerless to change the situation.
Jiang Qingyao left and said to Ma Liu, "When Zhang Boruo comes back, notify me as soon as possible."
Ma Liu said, "Okay, Miss."
He knew that the young lady asked Uncle Zhang to find someone, and in fact he could do it, but then he changed his mind and felt lucky that he was not sent out.
Otherwise, when the prince did something reckless just now, there would be no one to protect the young lady.
Jiang Qingyao had no idea what was going on in his mind. Seeing that he was soaking wet, she said crisply, "Go back and change your clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold."
Ma Liu was flattered and stammered "yes".
Zhitao's heart and eyes were filled with jealousy. She said to Ning, "It's all Ma Liu's fault today. No, we have to learn how to swim in case the young lady needs us."
Ning smiled and said, "Okay, okay, let's learn."
Chu Lu nodded. Seeing that the prince was about to bully the young lady, she wanted to go up and kick him. Fortunately, the young lady was not taken advantage of by him.
Jiang Qingyao remembered that there was a plum blossom viewing banquet held at Binghu last year, and she went there thanks to Dou Yueying's post.
The person who hosted the plum blossom viewing banquet was Princess Yongle.
If you want to find out who saved her, you have to start with the party list and ask the servants at the party, maybe there are witnesses.
Soon, a carriage stopped in front of the gate of Princess Yongle's mansion.
Princess Yongle was born to the empress and was the only princess who had her own independent residence, which shows how favored she was.
The housekeeper respectfully reported, "Your Highness, Jiang Qingyao, daughter of the Jiang family, requests an audience. Will Your Highness see her or not?"
Princess Yongle was wearing a gorgeous crimson long dress and lying lazily on the chaise longue, with a maid beside her making tea, massaging her legs and fanning her.
Hearing this, she picked up the book covering her face, revealing her beautiful face.
If Jiang Qingyao is like the bright and attractive crabapple, captivating, then Princess Yongle is like the lotus in clear water, also moving.
"I haven't even gone to look for her yet, but she's come to my door. How strange."
"Hurry, let her in."
The housekeeper immediately went to greet Jiang Qingyao and his attitude was even more respectful and friendly.
He is someone who can read people's expressions and judge the situation, Jiang Qingyao thought.
"I, Jiang Qingyao, greet Princess Yongle." Jiang Qingyao bowed.
"No need to be polite."
Princess Yongle looked at her casually and thought to herself, "What a beauty!"
I was far away from the flowers at the flower viewing party before, but now I can see them up close and it is even more pleasing to the eye.
Princess Yongle raised the corner of her lips and said, "Come here, give the distinguished guest a seat."
The word "distinguished guest" treated her as a distinguished guest.
Jiang Qingyao felt a little warm in her heart. It seemed that Princess Yongle was easy to get along with.
She did not come here rashly without thinking. In her previous life, she had only heard that Princess Yongjia was arrogant, willful and unruly, but had never heard of Princess Yongle's bad reputation.
Of course, it is also possible that Princess Yongle, like Prince An, found someone to cover up her true nature and disguise her image.
She still remembered that when a drought occurred in her previous life, this princess personally gave porridge to the people. She must have been a good princess.
"Thank you, Princess."
Jiang Qingyao did not chat with the princess about family matters because they were not familiar with each other, so she directly stated her purpose.
Princess Yongle was a little surprised: "The list of people who attended last year's Ice Lake Plum Blossom Viewing Banquet?"
Although she didn't know what Jiang Qingyao was going to do, she still asked the servant to bring it to her.
Jiang Qingyao said softly, "Last year, someone jumped into the icy lake and saved my life. I want to find that person."
Princess Yongle: "I see."
"There are so many people attending the plum blossom viewing banquet. Aren't you just looking for a needle in a haystack?"
Jiang Qingyao scanned the list and said, "I vaguely remember it was a tall man wearing ink-colored clothes."
Unfortunately, He Huaixuan was also wearing black clothes that day.
First, he must be a man. Second, he must be able to swim. Third, he must wear dark clothes. Fourth, he must be tall and strong. Weak scholars can be ruled out. If he fails to catch the person, he will lose his life, so it is unlikely.
"It would be better if Your Highness the Princess could help me call over the servants who were there at that time to ask about it." Jiang Qingyao blinked and looked at her with a smile on her lips.
Princess Yongle was dazzled by her smile, and when she came to her senses, she said, "Yes."
She seemed to understand why the cold and steady Marquis Anguo preferred her, and why he was not interested in women. It was really that her smile was irresistible.
At this moment, Jiang Qingyao was dazed when she saw the names on the list.
Marquis of Anguo!
Marquis Anguo actually also went to the plum blossom viewing banquet.
Combined with what He Huaixuan said before, "He is no longer in Shangjing City, you will never see him again", why did He Huaixuan say this specifically?
As if gloating.
If it was someone unimportant to him, how did he know that he had left Shangjing City? And why did he speak with such resentment?
In an instant, Jiang Qingyao had a bold guess.
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