Zihe's expression relaxed when she saw Xie Lingqin return.
After a moment of silence, Zihe couldn't help but ask curiously, "Miss, who do you think is the father of the child in Aunt Wan's belly?"
"Anyway, it's not mine."
Zihe...
"Miss, you helped Aunt Wan today. Do you think she might have any other thoughts?"
"It's a good thing that you can have such thoughts."
...
Second Aunt is now reaping the consequences, but no matter how hard she tries, she will never know that what happened last night was Xie Lingqin's doing.
Moreover, the most urgent task at present is to figure out how to win back General Xie's heart.
Xie Lingyu needed to protect her face even more.
Therefore, Xie Lingqin was able to truly enjoy a peaceful life for the next two days.
Of course, Xie Lingqin would still go out from time to time, and every time she came back, she would bring back a lot of strange little things, even purses, which Zihe could hardly keep up with.
...
The night was deep.
The Crown Prince's residence.
On the couch by the window, Yuwen Yao reclined with his elbows propped up, dressed in elegant black robes, his sleeves gathering the moonlight.
A person quietly floated in through the door and landed.
Yuwen Yao didn't look up, his voice slightly lazy, "Have you been quite free lately?"
“Compared to the outside world, everything in the capital is too restrictive. There is no opportunity for me to fully utilize my abilities, and…” Yu Qingyi sighed, “Your good mother and father seem to be in cahoots to find me a future wife. In just two days, I have looked at no less than fifty paintings.”
"Yes, it's good." Yuwen Yao raised an eyebrow, his words sincere.
Yu Qingyi suddenly opened her eyes wide and said, "Fine, do you have any conscience? I came back to the capital for you, and you... Ugh, never mind. That young lady from the General's Mansion, Xie Lingqin, has she been quiet these past two days? The other day you stopped me from searching Xie Lingyu's carriage, wasn't it because she was inside? What exactly is your purpose?"
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Yuwen Yaoyou's eyes. When he looked at Yu Qingyi again, his expression was calm and his gaze was shallow. "No purpose."
"No ulterior motive?" Yu Qingyi shook his head. "I believed that before, but you've helped her several times already, haven't you?" Yu Qingyi landed, and seeing that Yuwen Yao didn't seem to care about him, he waved to the shadows, "Tingfeng, you come out here, kid."
In the air, Tingfeng appeared. "Your Highness, what are your orders?"
Yu Qingyi casually sat down to the side and raised his hand, "Um, there's been no movement from Miss Xie?"
"Your Highness, this Miss Xie seems to be very good at hiding. She clearly doesn't have any internal strength, but she can always make our people lose track of her. After that, the Crown Prince stopped letting us follow her."
"That's impressive? But didn't you assign a maid to her? You can just have her announce it directly."
Tingfeng lowered his head, and seeing that the Crown Prince did not stop him from speaking, he continued, "The Crown Prince has instructed that once Zihe leaves the Crown Prince's residence, she will no longer be a member of the Crown Prince's household."
Yu Qingyi was speechless for a moment, then, remembering something, waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned, "Oh, by the way, let me tell you, the head of Fuyue Gambling House has died. From now on, it really will be his daughter, Nie Zuier, who will be in charge. That daughter of his... cough cough..."
“Speaking of which…” Yuwen Yao looked at Yu Qingyi, a piercing light in his eyes that made people uneasy.
"What?" Yu Qingyi took a step back, a bad feeling creeping over him.
"Speaking of which, the daughter of the Fu Yue gambling house has quite a crush on you."
"No, no, no!" Yu Qingyi said three times, sweat beading on his forehead. He turned around and said, "I suddenly remembered I have some things to do at the manor. I'm leaving."
"In a few days, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Anping will celebrate her tenth birthday," Yuwen Yao's voice rang out.
“Your Highness, this matter happened several years ago, I never expected that Prince Yi is still so afraid.” Tingfeng said in confusion.
Yuwen Yao glanced at him, "It's not that I'm afraid..."
"What else could it be but fear?"
"It's guilt," the Crown Prince said, his eyes slightly sharp, but there was no displeasure in them.
The night deepens.
"Your Highness, the owner of Fuyue Gambling House is to be buried tomorrow. Is there anything we can do to help?"
"No need," the Crown Prince waved his hand. "I will go myself tomorrow."
...
The Nie family's Fuyue Gambling House is the largest and oldest gambling house in Beirong Capital, dating back to the previous dynasty. It is deeply entrenched, with money and power intertwined. This is precisely the real reason why Xie Lingqin went to investigate that gambling house that day.
Now that the head of the gambling den is dead, her daughter, the one we met that day, known as the alluring Nie Zui'er, will naturally become the backbone of the entire Fuyue Gambling Den.
A woman is about to hold up the sky.
Regardless of her private life, for some inexplicable reason, when Xie Lingqin passed by and saw the bare walls of the Fuyue Gambling House, she still thought of going in to take a look.
The mourning hall was filled with people on both sides, and Nie Zuier was squatting on the ground burning paper money.
Unlike her flamboyant demeanor that day, Nie Zuier was dressed in plain white today, her hair casually tied back, all her heavy makeup removed, her face slightly pale, and her eyes red and swollen.
She looked like an ordinary woman.
However, his brows were sharp and fierce, and his eyes held a murderous intent that could surface at any moment.
As soon as Xie Lingqin entered with the people offering sacrifices, she immediately sensed that something was amiss.
A light autumn breeze drifted into the hall, inexplicably making one feel a bit chilly.
With a "whoosh," swords clashed, and everyone in the mourning hall drew their swords, their eyes filled with murderous intent, all staring at Nie Zuier.
Xie Lingqin immediately and silently moved back.
"What?" Nie Zuier tossed down a few pieces of paper money before slowly getting up, glancing around the entire mourning hall with a seductive smile on her face. "My father hasn't even been buried yet, and you all can't wait any longer."
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