Even if such a tall man were ugly, it wouldn't cause a serious sense of disobedience. Moreover, she had seen his appearance before. Although he was already in his forties, he still had an undeniable charm and could definitely be called a handsome man.
I just don't know why he has been wearing such a mask for more than ten years and is unwilling to show his true face to others.
Mr. Jing, Murong Qingyu's trusted confidant. It was rumored that he had arrived at the Marshal's Mansion fifteen years prior to helping Murong Qingyu guard the five hundred orphans in the secret chamber. Since then, he had taken on the responsibility of educating these orphans, becoming the teacher of both her and Murong Yan's bodies.
It must be said that this was a multi-talented assassin. He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, poetry, swordplay, spears, and clubs. He even knew embroidery. Murong Xiao wanted to know what this Mr. Jing couldn't do.
Fifteen years of dedicated service. Perhaps Murong Qingyu had initially been unsure of him, locking him up in that dark, secret room. But time would reveal everything. Now, he had become his trusted confidant and indispensable assistant.
She had always wanted to understand him, to make sense of the strange looks he sometimes gave her. However, in her previous life, he had overheard her conversation with Qian Yeming and was killed by them.
She still couldn't forget the expression on his face when he grabbed her hand when her dagger pierced his heart.
In his expression, there was no resentment or hatred when she killed him. Instead, she saw his worry and reluctance to let her go. She asked him who he was, but he had already lost his life.
In her previous life, she had killed many people around Murong Qingyu, and this Mr. Jing was the only person she regretted killing.
So in this life, she must find out the identity of Mr. Jing.
Fortunately, everything has just begun.
Seeing Mr. Jing, Murong Xiao nodded slightly. This man had actually been very good to her since she was a child, so she really had a master-disciple relationship with him.
Seeing Murong Xiao coming, Mr. Jing nodded slightly and moved aside to make way for them to enter.
When I pushed the door open, a cold wind blew in my face.
This study faces south and was built with special heat-insulating materials. In addition, curtains were hung by the windows in summer, and large pieces of ice were placed in the ventilated corners of the room, so the temperature inside was instantly five or six degrees lower than outside.
As soon as the door opened, they could see Murong Qingyu sitting upright at the desk opposite them. Five chairs had already been placed opposite him, obviously prepared for them.
When he saw Murong Xiao, a hint of surprise flashed in Murong Qingyu's eyes, and then it was replaced by satisfaction and joy.
"Children, come and sit down next to your father. Let him take a good look at you."
Murong Qingyu smiled kindly as he stood up and personally greeted his five daughters as they walked in. He looked like a loving father no matter how you looked at him.
However, his kindness didn't reassure the women who had entered. They all knew that he had raised them from infancy, and then, at the cost of 495 elite assassins, had used such a cruel method to force them to fight each other. Now, he smiled at the last five remaining people. Such a man, no matter how kind his appearance and tone, was still a wolf they couldn't afford to offend.
(Updated on August 19th)
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