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At 3:15 PM, Caibao returned to the Prime Minister's residence first.
Upon hearing footsteps, Jiang Zhenlin hurriedly hid something in his hand. Just as he was about to get angry, he realized it was treasure.
Seeing his hurried manner, Jiang Zhenlin frowned. "She didn't actually meet with that man surnamed Ruan again, did she?"
Feeling guilty, Caibao dared not say that she had taken a nap at the teahouse. "Miss went to the clinic, saying she didn't trust the family doctor."
Upon hearing that he hadn't met some random man, Jiang Zhenlin's brow furrowed again after his initial relaxation. "Are all the old women and servants responsible for serving Ningsi Garden dead?"
Surprisingly, no one mentioned her injuries!
“The old lady was here yesterday, and this morning the eldest young lady was again…” Caibao explained, “that’s why we didn’t have time to look after Miss Qingwan.”
Jiang Zhenlin couldn't help but feel that his sister's crying and fussing that morning had really caused trouble.
"She's back?"
Caibao nodded. "The sedan chair should have arrived at the Prime Minister's residence by now."
“I went to ask her where she felt unwell, but she insisted on going outside to see a doctor.”
Caibao stopped him, saying, "Young Master, if you really care about Miss Qingwan, why don't you go to the clinic and ask her? Even if you ask her, she might not tell you."
He spoke cautiously because he was afraid that Jiang Zhenlin would lose his temper and cause trouble for Lin Qingwan again.
What's remarkable is that Jiang Zhenlin actually listened to him.
"I'll go right away."
He straightened his clothes and went out of the courtyard. Caibao saw a pile of bamboo shavings on the ground, some of which had red streaks like blood on them, and his expression tightened.
Is the young master bleeding?
Jiang Zhenlin had just left the mansion when Lin Qingwan's sedan chair landed.
She pulled her cloak tighter when she came out, and looked somewhat tired.
As she walked up the steps, she suddenly felt a gaze fall upon her. She turned her head to look, but the crowd of people coming and going seemed normal.
Mu Xue followed her gaze and asked, "What are you looking at, Miss?"
Lin Qingwan shook her head, "I might have misread it."
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