Meng Zhao and Qingying walked past the courtyard. In front of them, a group of servants were busy pasting big red "囍" characters on the doors and windows.

Meng Zhao was afraid that Qingying was unhappy, so he lowered his head to look at her face.

Qingying glanced at the servants busy in front of her, then retracted her gaze. She stood there with a calm face, and there was no trace of sadness or joy.

Meng Zhao held her little hand and said uneasily: "Qingying, I married someone else, do you blame me in your heart?"

Qingying shook her head and said calmly: "My eldest son, you are too serious. Why should I blame you? Tomorrow is your big day, and I am also happy for you in my heart."

Meng Zhao carefully observed the expression on Qingying's face, but he could not see anything.

She looked calm, without any ripples, and he could not see any sadness.

Meng Zhao was afraid that this superficial calmness was deliberately pretended by Qingying, so he asked again anxiously: "Qingying, do you really not blame me?"

"No, Qingying is a concubine, but the eldest master is so good to Qingying. Qingying is grateful in her heart. In the future, I will serve the eldest master with the young mistress." Qingying

did not argue or make a fuss, but was peaceful and obedient, showing the appearance of a concubine who was obedient and sensible.

Meng Zhao should have been happy with such a result.

He once thought, if Qingying made a fuss on the day of his wedding, how would he coax her.

But she was very obedient and didn't make a fuss, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Meng Zhao became increasingly uneasy about Qingying, who was so quiet and obedient.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

*

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Meng Zhao was dragged to Nanyuan Pavilion to bathe, put on his hair, and change into wedding clothes.

Nanyuan Pavilion was where the bridal chamber was located, and it was also a courtyard specially set aside for Zhao Wanteng.

Meng Zhao stayed in Nanyuan Pavilion the whole morning, and hadn't seen Qingying since he woke up in the morning.

After noon, the auspicious time was approaching.

Meng Zhao's hair was done, and his wedding clothes were neatly put on.

The betrothal gifts and the wedding carriage were also ready and were waiting outside the gate.

The matchmaker said it was getting late, and urged Meng Zhao to get ready to go out and get on his horse to pick up the bride.

Meng Zhao was still feeling uneasy. Before leaving, he wanted to see Qingying.

So he declined and told matchmaker that he had to go to the toilet and would be back in a quarter of an hour. After

Meng Zhao left Nanyuan Pavilion, he did not go directly to the toilet, but took a detour back to Dongyuan.

He opened the door, walked into the room and called out, "Qingying, Qingying."

He called out a few times, but no one answered. The room was empty.

Meng Zhao looked around, glanced at the dressing table inadvertently, and then was stunned.

The dressing table was empty. All the rouge, powder, and creams for girls' use were gone.

He opened the closet and found that there was a large empty space where Qingying usually put her clothes.

Meng Zhao flipped through the folded clothes and searched. He found that all of Qingying's clothes were gone.

Gone, all gone.

In the room, everything related to Qingying was gone.

Meng Zhao ran out of the door in a daze, shouting: "Qingying, Qingying, where are you?"

It happened that a little boy came towards him. He was the little boy who usually guarded the gate of the East Garden.

Meng Zhao grabbed him and asked: "Where is my aunt? Where did my aunt go?"

The little boy's eyes flashed slightly, and he shook his head and said: "I don't know."

Meng Zhao's black eyes were sharp and cold. He tightened his big palm and pinched his neck hard, and shouted coldly: "I ask you again, where is my aunt?"

"Cough cough..." The little boy's face suddenly changed and he coughed violently.

He begged bitterly, "Master...Master, please spare my life, Master, please spare my life. I saw that my wife and my aunt were talking in the room this morning. Not long after, my wife came out. Then my aunt left the East Garden with two bundles and took a carriage from the back door. I don't know where she went."

Meng Zhao loosened his hand. The freed Xiao Di gasped for a few times. After catching his breath, he hurried away from Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao was stunned and wondered where Qingying had gone.

Did my mother leave with her bundle after she finished talking to Qingying?

She definitely didn't just go back to her parents' home. If she did, why did she take all the things with her, as if she would never come back again.

Did my mother drive Qingying away?

Mrs. Meng had belittled Qingying because of the tiger bone incident. Since then, Meng Zhao felt that his mother didn't like Qingying very much. Now that Miss Zhao was coming, did his mother drive Qingying away?

No, Qingying couldn't be allowed to leave.

Meng Zhao ran to the stable, pulled a fast horse, walked to the back door, knocked the doorkeeper unconscious, and immediately rode the white horse and rushed out.

A quarter of an hour later, a basin of cold water was splashed on his face, and the unconscious doorkeeper slowly woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he immediately ran to Madam Meng and reported: "Madam, it's bad, the young master ran away."

Madam Meng was shocked: "What? Where did the young master run to? Quick, send someone to chase him back."

At this time, the matchmaker ran over and urged: "Madam, the auspicious time is almost here, and the young master is nowhere to be seen. What should we do?"