As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

Xie Wei smiled and nodded: "That's good... By the way, Huan'er is a child with a tough talk but a good heart. He just heard that you went to Princess Hanshan's house. He was quite worried and insisted on dragging him. I went and finally ran away by myself."

Xie Wei added: "He was not with his parents when he was a child. He grew up with an aunt in Pennsylvania. He was taught a very sensible thing, but it's hard to avoid being attached to him since he was a child."

"Later, that aunt... was the concubine that Chang Yu took in the capital. She was gone, and the child suffered a big blow."

"At that time, he cried non-stop all day long, and made trouble without eating, drinking or sleeping... He treated that aunt like a mother, hey." Xie Wei also felt a little sad when talking about this matter, "Anyway, he treated that aunt like a mother." You mean no harm."

"I see."

Qiu Huixian nodded and said softly: "I know he is a sensible child. I will be patient and take good care of him. Don't worry, father."

"That's good." Xie Wei waved his hand, "You go ahead."

"Yes."

Qiu Huixian bowed and stepped out.

When she returned to Changfeng Garden, she asked Yin'er to send a message to the Qiu family and send all the people she could to inquire from the direction of the theater troupe.

Since Princess Yuxiang could use theater tickets to contact her lover, she would most likely use the man's ability to sing to hide her whereabouts, such as hiding in another theater troupe or sneaking out of the city.

People have to eat, drink and poop all the time while they are alive, and as long as there is activity, it will leave traces.

It depends on whether the investigators are alert and timely enough to accurately capture those traces.

The government has its own way of doing things, and the princess's house will definitely search for clues based on the people the princess usually comes into contact with.

The Xie family sent people, the Qiu family sent people, and the elopement family also sent people. With so many people and so many eyes, they just hoped to find the person quickly.

By the time these things were clearly stated, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Yin'er brought the food in, "Miss, you haven't eaten for most of the day, so you must be very hungry. I asked the kitchen to prepare some, please eat some quickly."

"it is good."

Qiu Hui cleaned her hands and sat at the table, picking up her chopsticks.

Yin'er prepared a small bowl of noodles, accompanied by four plates of side dishes. There were many varieties and small portions, and they were full of color, flavor and taste, making people very appetizing.

However, Qiu Huixian took two bites and put down the bowl and chopsticks, her eyebrows slightly twisted.

"What's wrong, Miss?" Yin'er leaned over and asked, "Is the food not to your liking?"

"No...how about Zai Yue Ju's place?"

"Just now, my servant took a look and put out the lights. She must be taking a rest."

"Really?" Qiu Huixian pondered for a while, then stood up and walked out.

Yin'er hurriedly followed.

Changfeng Garden was only a few dozen feet away from Zaiyueju, and Qiu Huixian arrived in the blink of an eye.

When the guards inside and outside the courtyard saw Priscilla Qiu, they all bowed silently to her, and then continued to return to their positions to perform their duties.

There are two women keeping vigil in the corridor.

This is the person Qiu Huixian hired to look after Xie Huan two days ago.

Qiu Huixian came closer and whispered: "Why are you outside?"

Xie Huan is not very old, and his health is not very good. There will be times when he cannot sleep well at night, and he will feel uncomfortable during the day if he catches cold.

So Priscilla Qiu had told her that the vigil should be kept inside the house.

The two women took turns guarding each other.

Now he's running outside.

One of them whispered back: "The young master asked us to come out. The young master seems to be in a bad mood and didn't eat much for dinner."

After eating, they were kicked out.

He also threw things and told them to get away.

Qiu Huixian raised her hand and pushed the door open.

The door couldn't be pushed open, it was locked from the inside.

Qiu Huixian frowned slightly and motioned Yin'er to check the window.

Yin'er ran over and pushed gently, and a window was pushed open.

The mother-in-law who was looking after us whispered: "The young master was in such a hurry to hurry us out that he didn't even bother to close the window." Qiu Huixian said "hmm" without saying much, and walked to the window in a few steps, and opened it along the way. I looked in through the half window and saw a small figure inside the hanging gauze bed curtain.

It seems that he is not asleep, but huddled there.

After looking at the window and then at the bed inside, Qiu Huixian ordered: "Bring a stool."

The two women looked at each other without reacting.

However, Yin'er had already alertly arrived in the yard and moved a wooden stool to place it in front of the window.

Qiu Huixian rolled up her skirt and stepped into the window on the wooden stool.

The two women's eyes widened.

The guards in the yard couldn't help but look askance.

pat!

Qiu Huixian went in and closed the window.

Everyone could only hear Xie Huan's childish scolding faintly coming from inside: "Who let you in? Get out, get out!"

Qiu Huixian heard that his voice had a strong nasal sound and a crying tone. She stepped forward and opened one side of the bed tent, and saw Xie Huan's small face was full of tears, and his eyes were full of tears.

He was not sleeping, but hiding in the corner of the bed and crying secretly.

Qiu Priscilla lifted the bed curtain, and it was like lifting the veil covering his heart, exposing the wound, making him feel sour and embarrassed.

Xie Huan threw the pillow at Qiu Huixian angrily.

The child had no strength, so he threw the pillow and fell off the bed without even hitting a corner of Priscilla Qiu's clothes.

Qiu Huixian picked up the pillow and put it on the bed again. She held the handkerchief and wiped the child's tears without asking anything.

She carefully wiped the tears on Xie Huan's face.

Xie Huan stared at her and cried even more.

Qiu Huixian sighed, dropped the tear-stained handkerchief, gently held him in her arms, and patted his shoulders to comfort him silently.

When Xie Wei mentioned Xie Huan's "aunt" earlier, Qiu Huixian was still thinking about Princess Yuxiang's elopement and didn't think much about it.

After returning to Changfeng Garden and finishing the matter, when Yin'er served the food, Qiu Huixian thought about those words again, and suddenly understood that the last time Xie Huan was seriously ill, he cried and called his aunt.

Even if I am not calling Miss Xie Qi, I am not calling Miss Xie San.

Instead, he called the aunt who had grown up with him, the concubine of Xie Changyu who was no longer alive.

Qiu Huixian then remembered that when Xie Huan returned home in the afternoon, he suddenly stopped talking on the carriage.

Before Qiu Huixian married into the Xie Mansion, she had some knowledge of the affairs of the Xie Mansion, especially the affairs of Xie Changyu.

She naturally knew that Xie Changyu's concubine died during childbirth in the twelfth lunar month.

After such contact, Qiu Huixian guessed whether Xie Huan thought of that aunt, so she suddenly felt bad in the afternoon, so she came over to take a look.

as predicted.

Xie Huan cried softly at first, but then started to cry loudly with choked sobs: "I miss my aunt..."

He also wanted to tell others about this miss.

But everyone here has nothing to do with Aunt Wanning. They don't know Aunt Wanning, and no one understands how much he misses her.

Servants and playmates are not people he can tell about missing.

His father was related to Aunt Wanning, but every time he talked about Aunt Wanning with his father, his father always responded with silence.

My father said that a man bleeds but does not shed tears.

My father probably didn't like him talking about the past.

He had nowhere to express his thoughts and could only hide in a dark corner and cry alone in this late night.

New Year approached.

It was this time of year that Aunt Wanning was gone.

He was still young at the time and couldn't remember the specific day, but he only remembered that it was before the Chinese New Year.

He looked at every house decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and looked at those people carrying New Year's goods wrapped in red paper and carrying red lanterns. He thought of the whole house that was almost stained red with blood that year. (End of chapter)