Not receiving a response from the boy, Qin Yi wasn't sad. He simply chuckled and left.
Qin Yi left, and Qingyin lay on the bed in a daze for a while.
Qin Yi must have planned this kidnapping a lot, but Fang Qingyin guessed that the person was still in the General's Mansion. Given Qin Yi's controlling nature, he probably likes to keep people under his watchful eye.
I just hope that his future wife can find him and save him soon, after all, he is just a weak young master with not much intelligence.
While Qingyin was thinking about An Jinghe, An Jinghe was also thinking about him elsewhere.
Upon hearing the news that her future husband had gone missing and been kidnapped, An Jinghe would probably just grab her sword and storm into the temple.
Fortunately, her grandmother persuaded her to calm down and clear her mind.
Who could have kidnapped Qin Miao? An Jinghe pondered this carefully, so early the next morning, he went to the Qin residence to visit the sorrowful and regretful Madam Dong.
On the way, An Jinghe unexpectedly bumped into Qin Yi, who looked sad and somewhat haggard while holding official documents.
"Uncle Qin."
Qin Yi looked up in surprise, his eyes filled with melancholy, and said, "So it's Jinghe from the An family. What brings you here?"
"I've come to see Aunt Dong."
"Okay." Qin Yi nodded, then, as if he had thought of something, he said to An Jinghe apologetically, "My Miao'er's whereabouts are currently unknown, so there's nothing I can do about your marriage with him. I think you should wait until Miao'er is found before making a decision."
When Qin Miao was mentioned, a hint of sadness appeared in An Jinghe's eyes, but in front of her fiancé's father, she forced herself to remain calm: "Uncle, don't be too sad. I will find A-Miao. As for our marriage, we can talk about it later."
"Is that so?" Qin Yi's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this, but he quickly composed himself.
Only after An Jinghe had walked away did Qin Yi's expression completely disappear. His expressionless face was blurred in the shadows, giving off a sinister air.
When An Jinghe arrived at Madam Dong's courtyard, he saw Madam Dong with tears streaming down her face, full of regret, and Bai Weize comforting her beside her.
An Jinghe had no interest in the extra young master, Bai Weize, and first asked Madam Dong, "Auntie, don't be too sad. I will definitely find A Miao."
These firm words gave Madam Dong some confidence. She mustered her strength and looked at An Jinghe as he arrived. With red eyes, she grasped An Jinghe's hand and said, "Jinghe!"
An Jinghe gently patted his fragile future mother-in-law and earnestly asked Madam Dong, "Auntie, do you still know anything about the Peach Blossom Temple, and the specific details of A Miao's disappearance?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Dong composed herself and recounted in detail: "The weather was quite nice that day. When we arrived, there were many people, mostly women. Many ladies greeted me, saying that Amiao and Weize were good-looking. I didn't see any unusual expressions among the crowd. Later, Amiao and Weize went into the temple first and parted ways with me. Weize knew everything that happened after that..."
Bai Weize nodded and recounted the events of that day to An Jinghe from beginning to end.
In fact, it wasn't just Madam Dong who was suffering; he was also in pain. He was so angry that he suddenly hated himself for not having the skills to protect his younger brother and for watching helplessly as Qingyin was kidnapped.
An Jinghe observed the two of them discreetly. She could tell that Bai Weize and Madam Dong genuinely cared about A Miao, and Bai Weize explained it in great detail.
But An Jinghe suddenly thought of something and looked at Madam Dong with sharp eyes: "Aunt, how did you come up with the idea of Peach Blossom Temple?"
Madam Dong remained silent for a long while, recalling Qin Yi's strange behavior during this period. Her heart trembled, and she said with difficulty, "It's Qin Yi, my husband."
"Jinghe, go investigate Qin Yi."
...
Qingyin, who was locked in the dungeon, was unaware that his future wife had obtained an important clue from his mother. He was currently watching a movie from his system space all by himself in the dungeon.
Occasionally, he would feign innocence and let out a couple of frightened shouts, showing what it means to be a scared teenager.
Qin Yi arrived in the evening.
Looking at the handsome young man huddled tightly by the bedside, Qin Yi raised an eyebrow slightly: "Are you scared?"
The boy on the bed did not respond, and Qin Yi was not angry. He gently tugged at the blanket wrapped around the boy and teased, "Why are you still like when you were a child, always burying yourself in the blanket? Miao'er, come out quickly."
The familiar tone was met with the boy's heartbroken and devastated voice: "Father, Father, please let me out. I'll still be your child. Please don't do this. I won't tell anyone."
Qin Yi remained unmoved, peeling back the blankets layer by layer to reveal the handsome young man inside, his face streaked with tears, making him appear even more pitiful. "No, A-Miao, you were raised by your father, so be good, okay?"
Qin Yi gently wiped away the tears from the corner of the boy's eyes, rubbing them incessantly until the corner of his eye turned red before stopping.
The frail boy tried to escape, but how could he possibly escape the general who had fought countless battles?
In the end, how could a delicate and beautiful butterfly with its wings cut off escape the hunter's clutches? Qin Yi watched the boy's resistance in his arms with almost appreciative eyes.
Just as the boy was on the verge of collapse, the man lowered his hand, and Qingyin quickly hid in a place as far away from the man as possible.
Qin Yi smiled gently. It was alright; he had plenty of time to tame this butterfly. In the end, this beautiful butterfly, which he had carefully raised, could only remain in his hands and willingly depend on him.
He looked forward to that day.
Qin Yi left again, and Qingyin resumed her usual calm expression when she wasn't acting.
Such acting opportunities are few and far between. Perhaps it's because the old emperor, now that the threat from the An family is gone, has the time to deal with Qin Yi. Qin Yi is noticeably busier than before, and he visits Qingyin less and less often.
Qingyin often slept for several days at a time, and when she woke up, she could only occasionally see Qin Yi with a tired look in his eyes, and then several more days would pass.
The case of Qingyin's disappearance was about to be abandoned by Jingzhaoyi, who was in charge of the case, but An Jinghe would never give up.
An Jinghe, whose eyes were now dark-rimmed from investigating the case, forced herself to stay alert as she flipped through the documents, especially focusing on Qin Yi's whereabouts, which she had investigated alone.
Relying on his superior martial arts skills, he followed Qin Yi every day. Unfortunately, Qin Yi was cunning and shrewd, and rarely went anywhere except his residence.
Opening the recorded text, An Jinghe lingered at the residence Qin Yi frequented most often, his bedroom—Qingming Courtyard, and looked at it for a long time.
"Miss, rest for a while before looking again. You've been looking for so long and still don't understand. Maybe you can find a new clue when you've rested." A-Yue looked at An Jinghe with concern and advised her.
Yes!
Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly.
"Qingming Courtyard, Qingming Courtyard! How could Qin Yi not keep the person right in front of him!" An Jinghe's eyes lit up, and he slapped the maid's shoulder hard.
"Ah Yue, you're right! I understand."
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