Wen Qing keenly sensed the tension between the housekeeper and Sikong.
He looked at the expressionless butler, then at Sikong's indifferent expression, hesitated for a while, and said nothing.
If two players were arguing in their room, Wen Qing would definitely let them leave together.
But these are two natives, and maybe they will reveal some information while talking.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the milk tea at hand, picked it up and took a sip.
The milk tea is fragrant, rich in flavor, sweet but not greasy.
The hot milk tea flowed down the esophagus and into the stomach. Wen Qing's hands and feet felt warm, and she couldn't help but drink a few more sips.
Seeing that Wen Qing's cup was empty, the butler raised his hand to fill Wen Qing's cup with milk tea, and said to Sikong: "Master, compared to Madam, the second and third masters should need your care more."
Sikong said with a fake smile: "My two younger brothers are not young anymore. Compared with them, it is natural that mother needs me more."
Hearing this, Wen Qing was stunned.
It is certain that Yu Xing is older than himself.
Is it the same for little Ji Yu? Then why is he still a child?
After thinking for a while, Wen Qing put down the teacup, picked up the spoon, scooped a piece of cake, and continued listening.
The butler pushed the tray towards Wen Qing's hand to make it easier for him to eat.
Sikong watched his movements, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said, "Why do you stay in the lady's room all the time?"
The butler said calmly: "I am the madam's personal butler."
"My status is different from that of the eldest young master," he paused and spoke word by word, "Of course I have to serve the lady personally."
Sikong narrowed his eyes: "Madam is probably not used to being served by something like you."
Housekeeper: "I'm afraid the Madam is not used to being too close to her eldest son."
Sikong sneered: "I don't need to explain to you the relationship between my mother and me."
"What the young master said is true," the butler said calmly, "but the master will not like the young master's current state."
Sikong paused with his fingertips, anger was faint in his eyes, and his voice was calm: "It's a pity that he can't see."
Wen Qing ate a small cake and drank milk tea. He looked at Si Kong and then at the housekeeper, feeling a little surprised.
Is there really a master?
He originally thought it was just an ordinary, fake setting.
Now it seems that the relationship between the master and Sikong is not good.
So the relationship between Sikong and the housekeeper is not good either.
…………
Wen Qing fell into deep thought and unknowingly finished drinking the milk tea and eating the cake.
He put down the spoon and looked up, only to find that Sikong and the housekeeper were no longer speaking and were staring at him.
Wen Qing blinked and looked at them blankly.
Sikong leaned back and stared into his eyes.
The housekeeper placed the saucer and teacup on the tray and said to Wen Qing lightly, "Madam, even if the master is not here, you are still Madam."
Wen Qing stared at them for a while and realized that they had finished arguing.
Let yourself speak the solution.
Wen Qing pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and said slowly: "I'm a little sleepy."
The smile on Sikong's lips froze.
The butler paused.
Wen Qing continued: "I want to sleep for a while."
The housekeeper put away the empty plates and teacups on the table and turned his head to look at Sikong: "Madam needs to rest."
"The young master won't disturb Madam's rest, will he?"
Si Kong pulled the corner of his mouth and asked Wen Qing: "Does mother want to rest alone?"
Wen nodded gently.
Sikong slowly stood up and said to the housekeeper indifferently, "Did you hear that?"
"Don't disturb your mother's rest."
The butler's eyes flashed blue and he turned and walked out.
Wen Qing watched the two of them leave together and close the door, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked down at the red roses in the vase, thinking about the information he had just gathered.
First of all, Sikong, Yuxing and Ji Yu all changed to varying degrees.
The housekeeper was also strange.
Sikong has a bad relationship with the master.
And what exactly is in the rose bush?
…………
This castle is full of secrets.
Wen Qing stared at the roses in confusion. The simplest question at the moment was what was hidden in the rose bushes.
Just find a chance to go and take a look quietly.
Thinking about this, Wen Qing walked to the window and looked out.
There was no one in the huge rose garden, and the maids seemed afraid to approach casually.
The gardener also changes frequently...
It is easy to feel sleepy after eating and drinking too much. Wen Qing thought for a while and felt really sleepy, so he simply climbed into bed and went to sleep.
He only took off his coat and didn't take off his other clothes, for fear that the housekeeper would have to dress him again when he woke up.
…
I don’t know how much time had passed, but when I woke up, Wen Qing felt a little dazed.
The sky was still dark. I didn’t know if this was the original color of the sky or if it was already night.
He sat up slowly, his clothes askew from sleeping.
Wen Qing climbed out of bed and lowered his head to tidy up his clothes. He felt something was tightening on his back, which he couldn't see or touch.
He glanced around and saw no mirror.
There was no full-length mirror or compact mirror in the room.
He went to the bathroom and looked, but still nothing.
Wen Qing paused and thought about going to the washstand where she had washed the hands of little Ji Yu just now, but there was no mirror on the washstand.
Is there no mirror in such a big castle?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Asha's soft voice rang out from outside the door: "Madam."
Her voice was very soft, as if she was just calling out, wanting to know if Wen Qing was still asleep.
Wen Qing walked to the door and opened it for her.
Asha was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Madam has woken up."
Wen nodded and asked, "What time is it now?"
Asha replied softly, "It's already six o'clock in the evening."
Wen Qing was stunned. He actually slept for half a day.
Asha walked into the room and asked, "Would Madam like to have dinner?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "Not for now, I'm not hungry."
He looked at Asha's face, which had returned to normal and was not as pale as it had been in the morning.
Wen Qing pursed his lips, followed the topic of eating, and asked tentatively: "Has the eldest master used it?"
Hearing the word "Young Master", Asha's expression changed slightly, and she lowered her head and asked, "Do you need Asha to ask?"
"No need." Wen Qing looked at her face and was sure that Asha was afraid of Sikong.
He pursed his lips and asked again, "Where is the second young master?"
Asha said slowly, "The Second Young Master usually stays in his room and rarely comes out to eat."
Wen Qing stared at her face. When talking about the second young master, Asha's eyelids trembled and she looked very nervous.
He continued to ask: "Does the second young master have a bad temper?"
Asha nodded slowly: "The Second Young Master doesn't like to see people."
Wen Qing responded. Although it sounded like Yu Xing was the moody young master that Bai Tong and the others had mentioned, he always felt that something was wrong.
If the Second Young Master kills people without blinking an eye, Asha should be afraid of him.
But now he is obviously afraid of Sikong.
Wen lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of Asha looking at him cautiously.
She was nervous, a little scared and worried.
Because of the question just now.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, and Asha and Sikong were alone together for a while.
If Sikong had any questions, he must have told her something.
Like lying to yourself.
Wen Qing stopped asking about Si Kong and Yu Xing and asked casually, "Does the Third Young Master have a dog?"
When talking about little Ji Yu, Asha was obviously relieved and replied, "The Third Young Master felt sorry for it and brought it back to raise."
"Has the lady seen it?"
Wen nodded lightly: "It's a bit scary."
Asha smiled and said, "Don't worry, Madam. Although it looks a bit fierce, it is very friendly."
Wen Qing was silent. Does that mean he looks a bit fierce?
"It has three heads."
Asha nodded and smiled, "Yes."
Wen Qing met her sincere eyes and became even more silent.
Asha doesn't think there's anything wrong with a three-headed dog.
The world view of this copy should be unusual.
Asha looked at his slightly curled hair and whispered, "Madam, your hair and clothes are a little messy."
"Do you need to call the butler?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses and shook his head: "No need."
"Is there a mirror? I can do it myself."
"Mirror?" Asha was stunned.
Wen nodded lightly and repeated: "Mirror."
“It’s a mirror that can reflect people.”
Asha looked at him with eyes wide open, full of surprise: "Madam, are you lonely?"
Wen Qing was a little confused. Is there any connection between mirror and loneliness?
Before he could ask, Asha said awkwardly, "The mirror needs to be consulted by the young master."
Wen Wei frowned slightly and said to her, "No need."
"It doesn't matter if there's no mirror," he turned his back to Asha, "Help me see what's behind the clothes."
Asha took a look and whispered, "Madam's belt is crooked."
After saying that, she walked forward to help Wen Qing adjust her clothes.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the endless roses outside the window.
The sky was getting darker and darker, the dim lights of the castle shone on the roses, and the whole manor seemed to be a bit dreamy.
Wen Qing blinked and saw the little gardener from the daytime walking among the rose bushes with tools on his back, and two maids hurriedly walking through the rose garden. They lowered their heads and did not slow down because of the surrounding scenery.
"Hi." The little gardener waved at them.
The two maids paused, then walked faster.
Wen Qing opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment. Instead of asking Asha about the castle, he asked, "Where is the butler?"
Asha said softly, "I'll go call the housekeeper right away."
Wen Qing responded, sat on the chair, and stared at the night view in a daze.
If Asha and Sikong were in cahoots, there were some things he could only ask the housekeeper.
…
After leaving the bedroom, Asha did not go to find the housekeeper, but went straight to the garden.
After seeing the figure at the tea table, she held her breath, walked carefully to Sikong's side, and said softly: "Master, the lady is awake."
Sikong put down the teacup and looked up at the bird that was gradually flying closer in the sky.
The gray-brown bird flapped its wings and flew slowly towards him.
Asha lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Sikong, and said slowly: "Madam just asked about you and the two young masters."
"I have told you about the Second Young Master's affairs as you instructed."
Sikong raised his hand and let the bird rest on his fingertips.
Asha continued, "Madam wanted to look in the mirror, and I said I needed to ask you, and Madam said no."
"Is that so?" Sikong flexed his fingers and gently rubbed the bird's head with his fingertips.
The bird rubbed his fingers affectionately, and the next second, its body stiffened and fell from his hand, hitting the ground.
Looking at the dead bird at her feet, Asha's face turned pale with nervousness, fearing that Sikong would be unhappy and turn her into food for the roses.
Sikong half closed his eyes, curled the corners of his lips, and said softly: "Give the lady whatever she wants."
"So he won't get bored here."
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