Feeling irritated, Zhou Jing'an wanted to go out for some fresh air, but the carriage just happened to stop.
It was already noon and time for lunch. Feng Yu ordered everyone to set up camp on the spot and have their meal. They would continue their journey an hour later.
Zhou Jing'an got off the carriage and walked towards the empty space. They were on a cliff. The view was not very good, but it was still quite open.
At this time, Ye Song quietly moved over and said in a low voice: "Sir, I have done something wrong."
Zhou Jing'an could already guess what he was going to say next, and without even turning his head, he said, "Oh? What's up?"
"When I was packing my things, I accidentally brought the purple-hair brush with me and placed it in the drawer of the carriage. I wonder if you have seen it, sir?" Ye Song said while observing Zhou Jing'an's expression.
Although the young master did not say it directly, he guessed that the brush must have been originally intended to be given to Miss Jiang, but the young master was too embarrassed to do so.
This autumn hunting is such a good opportunity, he has to help the young master send it off.
Zhou Jing'an raised his eyebrows and looked at him, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
Ye Song couldn't help it, and as if he had opened a box of chatterboxes, he began to persuade earnestly: "Sir, I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
He didn't wait for Zhou Jing'an to respond, and started talking to himself: "Miss Jiang has already seen another man. Sir, you can't just sit there anxiously. You have to do something. Otherwise, what if Miss Jiang is really snatched away by that guy surnamed Lin?"
Zhou Jing'an frowned, looking awkward as he said, "Who said I was anxious?"
"Hey, sir, don't be so pretentious." Ye Song rushed in front of him and said with gestures: "Sir, if you continue like this, Miss Jiang will really like someone else."
"You clearly went to inform Miss Jiang of the results of the investigation last time. It's okay not to tell her about this kind of thing. It's obvious that the young master wants to see Miss Jiang." Ye Song said the last sentence in a much softer voice, but with great certainty.
Zhou Jing'an leaned to the side, his eyes evasive, and said dryly, "Nonsense, she almost got into trouble in the mansion, so she should be informed of the result."
Ye Song wanted to say more, but he caught a glimpse of someone in the carriage on the other side and whispered, "Sir, you have to do something. Miss Jiang is over there. Go talk to her."
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