The two quickly returned to the general's mansion.
Madam Qiao and General Qiao were waiting in the courtyard.
Chen Siyuan lowered her head slightly.
Many things happened at the General's Mansion, but she was only concerned about her elder brother and forgot...
At this time, Chen Siyuan was unaware of her own presence. She had gradually integrated into the family and developed a sense of collective honor and shame regarding the various events that occurred within the household.
Mrs. Qiao stepped forward, took Chen Siyuan's hand, and wiped her somewhat dirty face with a handkerchief in her other hand. "Look at you, how did you get yourself into such a mess?"
Her voice was soft, without the slightest hint of dissatisfaction, but rather a touch of heartache.
“Mother—” Chen Siyuan had no experience interacting with her mother. Facing Madam Qiao, she felt grateful and understood, but did not know how to express it.
Qiao Yuchen seemed to sense Chen Siyuan's unease and pulled her away from Madam Qiao's grasp. "It's getting late, Father and Mother, you should get some rest too." With that, he pulled the woman away.
When Mrs. Qiao heard Qiao Yuchen mention her mother, she was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes. She continued to cry until she could no longer see their backs, then leaned against General Qiao's chest and sobbed.
General Qiao's eyes also reddened.
That "father" may not have been very respectful, but he was quite satisfied with it.
The Qiao family had been meritorious officials of the Shang Dynasty for generations, yet they were also the emperor's puppets.
They paid the price with their lives, but what they gained was disproportionate to what they paid for.
General Qiao felt a chill whenever he thought about this. Despite his years of teachings, even if he felt it was unfair, he would still do it when necessary.
This seems to have become the mission of the Joe family.
Now he has a rebellious son, and he hopes that the grand ambitions he couldn't achieve in himself can be realized in his son.
Qiao Yuchen led Chen Siyuan back to Beiyuan. At this time, Chunlan and Chunping were already preparing to take a bath. She had a lot to say to the man, but seeing that he seemed to have things to deal with, she gave him a light hug. "Yuchen, thank you."
"Thank me for what?" Qiao Yuchen was very busy and had a lot of things to deal with. He didn't have time to spend with the woman.
Wang Yong and Yang Lei were speechless at the sight.
They have important matters to attend to, and besides, the ones who did it were princes, so cleaning up the mess will be much more troublesome than for ordinary people.
Despite their obvious importance, seeing this scene, they could only stand quietly outside the courtyard and wait.
Chunlan and Chunping reacted quickly this time, and knew to leave without needing Jiang Ma's reminder.
Only Chen Siyuan and Qiao Yuchen were in the room.
Qiao Yuchen lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips.
With punishment imposed, Chen Siyuan dared not utter a word and could only accept it.
After releasing the woman, the man said, "Don't do that again."
"Um."
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
Chen Siyuan shook her head.
Qiao Yuchen laughed. This woman couldn't even put on a perfunctory act; she was so annoying.
"Alright, you rest first, I'll be right back." Qiao Yuchen was reluctant to part with her, but he still let go of her. There were many important matters that needed to be dealt with before dawn, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble.
Chen Siyuan watched the man leave, his figure disappearing into the night.
Later, two maids arrived. She quickly washed up and then told them to go and rest.
Chen Siyuan lay alone on the bed, not moving for a long time, her eyes rolling around.
The day's events were so exciting that she felt like she had overlooked something.
It's clearly very important, but I can't remember it right now.
She tried hard to recall that when her eldest brother went missing, she started searching from the handkerchief that had fallen by the river. At first, she thought it was the Eighth Prince's villa, then she went to the Fourth Prince's residence, and later she went to the Fourth Prince's tomb.
There seems to be a guiding thread in all of this.
He initially set his sights on something related to the future position of crown prince, thinking of several princes returning to the capital.
Everything was related to the royal family, so it was normal for ordinary people like them to be implicated. However, a problem arose.
Is it because of Qiao Yuchen?
Is it because of the Seventh Prince?
She sat up abruptly, thinking about why she had come to the capital.
Upon careful reflection, it was clear that someone had guided him to the capital, thus leading him into this vortex.
Who is it?
Powerful and influential?
If that person wasn't doing it because of Qiao Yuchen, but because of himself, then who was it?
Empress Dowager?
Consort Hua?
Or is it someone who is hiding very well?
As she pondered, Chen Siyuan noticed the amber bracelet she had picked up with her silver.
With its openwork design in silver, the amber isn't very noticeable. To others, it looks like jade, but because it's encased in silver, it appears worthless.
Thinking and looking, Chen Siyuan pondered many things.
She didn't know how long she had been thinking, but she drifted off to sleep. In her daze, she felt someone come back and lie down beside her, but then left without her noticing. She knew it was Qiao Yuchen, but she was sleeping too soundly and couldn't open her eyes to get up.
When she smelled the familiar scent, she knew it was the right person.
As dawn broke, Chen Siyuan woke up, feeling a bit dizzy.
Does he have a fever?
I touched my forehead and found it was slightly warm. I realized I was really confused; I didn't even know I had a fever.
No wonder I was sleeping so soundly; I always felt very tired when I tried to open my eyes.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Siyuan didn't pay any attention. Not long after she sat up, Chunlan and Chunping arrived.
Soon, Aunt Jiang arrived with a bowl of medicine.
"Young Madam, you're not feeling well, why don't you drink this bowl of medicine first?"
Chen Siyuan looked at Aunt Jiang. How did she know that this medicine needed to be decocted for a long time?
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