"The young master is in the study talking with General Lu Qian, Miss Yu will wait for a moment in the main hall, I will go and tell the young master that you are here."
Song Nian led Yu Jiao into the main hall, then ran out with brisk steps, with an unstoppable joy on his face when he knocked on the study door.
In the study, Lu Jin, who had just returned to Beijing from Huairou, was talking to Yu Qizhe, "The traces of Meng Qingyun and Liu Sanniang in Huairou have been erased. I followed Ru Niang's clue and found out that she did work as a cook in Tianxiang Pavilion in Huairou, but..."
After the knock on the door, Lu Jin paused. Yu Qizhe raised his eyes slightly and looked at the door. "What's the matter?"
Song Nian said happily outside the door, "Sir, Miss Yu is here and is waiting for you in the main hall."
Yu Qizhe's cold brows softened. He stood up and said to Song Nian outside the door, "I'll be right there."
Walking to the door, Yu Qizhe subconsciously smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves and said to Lu Jin behind him, "Let's talk about it later."
Lu Jin smiled, with a hint of teasing in his smile, "During the time I was away from Beijing, have you two reconciled?"
Yu Qizhe ignored him, opened the door and walked towards the main hall.
The spring sunshine was very bright, shining through the lattice fan onto Yu Jiao's peach pink satin jacket, making her look delicate and rosy. Her fair skin seemed to be able to penetrate the light, making her look clear and bright.
When Yu Qizhe entered the main hall, his pace slowed down, and his peach blossom eyes were fixed on Yu Jiao.
In the past few days, he couldn't sleep at night. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would always dream of Yu Jiao lying there in a white middle dress, covered in blood, and barely breathing.
Even though he knew that she had escaped from the palace safely, he still couldn't stop feeling scared. Only now, looking at her like this, did he feel at peace.
Yu Jiao felt a little uncomfortable under his scorching gaze. Just then, Mrs. Song brought in some tea. Yu Qizhe sat down beside the tea table. Yu Jiao cleared her throat and took the initiative to speak, "How have you been these days? Has this matter of mine... caused you any trouble?"
Yu Qizhe heard her concern for him, and a hint of smile appeared on his cold brows. He shook his head and said softly, "I haven't gotten into any trouble. Don't worry about me."
Yu Jiao didn't know what to say for a moment. Yu Qizhe raised his hand and poured her a cup of tea. Yu Jiao picked up the tea and sipped it gently to relieve the stagnant silence.
After a long while, he whispered, "How did you happen to appear in Duan Ben Palace that day?"
She clenched the celadon teacup tightly in her hand. Thinking back to that day when she was already at the end of her rope and almost couldn't hold on any longer, Yu Qizhe suddenly appeared in front of her like a god descending from the sky. She felt an indescribable throbbing in her heart.
No matter how strong and independent a woman is, she also longs for someone to appear and extend a hand into the darkness when she is about to fall into endless darkness and difficulties.
Yu Jiao still remembers the burning strength of Yu Qizhe's hand as he held hers that day.
"I happened to be working in the palace. Cui Mubai sent a eunuch to tell me that you were in danger." Yu Qizhe's voice was gentle, but there was a sharpness in the depths of his eyes. The gentleness was directed at Yu Jiao, but the sharpness was directed at all those who harmed Yu Jiao in Duanben Palace that day.
As he spoke, Yu Jiao's eyes fell on his slender and broad palms, and she did not notice the surging fierceness hidden deep inside.
"It's not easy to enter the prince's palace to save you, so I took a gamble and told Xia Ning, the Junior Secretary of the East Factory, about this. Fortunately, Xia brought the factory guards and I to break into the palace." Yu Qizhe's expression became a little gloomy. He looked at Yu Jiao's pretty face, "But I was still a little late."
Yu Jiao raised her eyes and saw the guilt and pity in Yu Qizhe's eyes, as if he regarded her as a treasure. Her heart skipped a beat and she blurted out, "It's not too late. Fortunately, you went, otherwise it would be difficult for me to get away."
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