But when he heard Feng Qingyun say that he would explain in detail when they arrived at his residence, he was unwilling, but he also knew that acting impulsively at this moment would be useless.
He took a deep breath, his broad chest heaving violently, trying to suppress his anxiety and anger, and to control the surging aura emanating from his body.
He thought to himself that once he got home, everything would come to light, and there was no need to rush things.
He kept telling himself to stay calm, to stay calm, because only by calming down could he better solve the problem and truly help his daughter.
Luo Qi'an sat in the swaying carriage, his eyes never leaving the window.
His fingers tapped nervously on his knees, his knuckles turning slightly white, his palms already soaked with sweat.
The street scenes outside the car window flashed by like a revolving lantern, but he had no interest in appreciating them at all.
On this long journey, his anxiety was like wild grass growing wildly in spring, every minute and every second stretched out infinitely, making it unbearable.
Finally, the carriage came to a smooth stop in front of the imposing vermilion gate of the Minister's residence.
On either side of the vermilion gate, imposing stone lions glare fiercely, highlighting the mansion's majesty and solemnity.
Even before setting off, the anxious Luo Qi'an had already dispatched guards from his residence to ride back at top speed to inform them of the arrival of the distinguished guest.
So, as soon as Qin Qianluo got out of the car, she saw Madam Luo, dressed in splendid clothes, standing gracefully at the door.
Madam Luo's magnificent gown was exquisitely embroidered, with the silk threads shimmering softly in the sunlight, and every pattern highlighting her noble status.
She has a beautiful face, and her eyes and brows exude gentleness and dignity. Time seems to have left few traces on her face, but instead has added a touch of mature charm.
Beside him, a son and a daughter stood obediently. The son was dressed in an exquisite brocade robe, and his expression carried a hint of youthful vigor.
The daughter was wearing a pink dress, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she was charming and cute.
Upon seeing Qin Qianluo, Madam Luo immediately broke into a warm smile, the corners of her mouth curving upwards just right, revealing her clean, white teeth, displaying the demeanor of a well-bred lady.
He then bowed slightly, performing a graceful and elegant greeting, his movements fluid and natural, clearly demonstrating his rigorous upbringing in etiquette.
Qin Qianlu smiled warmly and gently gestured for them to dispense with formalities.
Then, she and Luo Qi'an walked side by side into the spacious and magnificent main hall of the Minister's Mansion.
Inside the main hall, the carved beams and painted rafters shone brilliantly. A high-hanging crystal chandelier cast a bright yet soft light, illuminating everything in the hall with exquisite detail.
The floor was covered with an expensive carpet, soft and thick, so soft that you could barely hear your footsteps when you walked on it.
The tables and chairs in the hall are all made of high-quality mahogany, with fine grain and a faint woody fragrance.
The two had come ostensibly to drink tea and admire the flowers, and they actually sat down and casually sipped their fragrant tea.
Steaming hot tea was served on the table, the white porcelain cups adorned with exquisite orchid patterns, complementing the rising aroma of the tea and adding a touch of elegance.
The rising aroma of tea lingers in the air, refreshing and delightful.
Qin Qianluo picked up the teacup, gently blew on it to cool it down, and then took a sip, savoring the rich flavor of the tea spreading on her tongue.
He squinted slightly, as if enjoying this moment of tranquility.
Luo Qi'an, however, had no heart to enjoy himself. He kept glancing outside the hall, his eyes filled with barely concealed anxiety.
He casually fiddled with the teacup in his hand, occasionally taking a sip, but it seemed as if he didn't taste anything at all.
The teacup wobbled slightly in his hand, almost spilling the tea.
Half an incense stick's time passed in the blink of an eye. Luo Qi'an finally couldn't suppress his eagerness any longer. He stood up, made a gesture of invitation, and led Qin Qianluo outside.
Qin Qianluo also stood up, straightened her sleeves, and followed Luo Qi'an outside. Her steps were light and graceful, each step exuding confidence and composure.
Qin Qianluo was filled with curiosity. Ever since she entered the mansion, Feng Qingyun had remained silent. When she quietly asked her, she only received an ambiguous response.
Feng Qingyun mysteriously said that she would know when she saw Luo Yuning. She had no choice but to wait patiently.
Now that she was finally going to see Luo Yuning, her pace quickened unconsciously.
He kept guessing about Luo Yuning's situation, and all sorts of possible scenarios floated through his mind.
However, Qin Qianluo, who was eager to uncover the mystery, did not notice a detail: when Luo Qi'an's wife heard that she was going to visit Luo Yuning, her expression changed drastically.
A flash of panic crossed her eyes like lightning. Madam Luo subconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and the veins on her hands bulging slightly.
Her eyes darted around for a moment, as if she was trying her best to hide something.
However, she quickly recovered, took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly, and forced herself to remain calm, her gentle smile returning to her face.
As if the earlier panic had never happened, she followed them nonchalantly, her eyes fixed on Qin Qianluo's back.
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