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Although the theater crowd was still divided into two seats for men and women, it was not strict. Jing Yu soon saw Wen Boyuan, who was eating snacks vigorously.

He took Qianxue over and sat down next to Wen Boyuan. As soon as he took a sip of tea, Wen Boyuan raised the cake in his hand and said to Qianxue: "Xuexue, this is good."

Qianxue was stunned by Wen Boyuan's affectionate name, and then immediately looked at Jing Yu.

Jing Yu didn't look at her. Instead, he raised his hand and pressed Wen Boyuan's arm, "Stop messing around."

"What nonsense do you mean? You have eaten and drank enough. Your little maid has been waiting for you. From the time you entered the house to now, you probably haven't touched a sip of water."

After saying that, he handed over the cake again, "Don't worry, your young master is cold-faced and warm-hearted. As long as you are reasonable, he will be very kind."

Qianxue glanced at Jing Yu again, and seeing that he didn't stop him, she took the snack and started eating it in small bites. The pastry was sweet but not greasy, silky and soft, and seemed to be sweet to the heart. Looking at Jing Yu's handsome profile, she couldn't help but smile.

The actors on the stage were babbling, and the guests in the audience also found each other's companions to chat with each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After Qian Xue finished eating two pieces of cake, Jing Yu handed her another glass of water. Seeing that her complexion improved a little, Wen Boyuan tapped the table with his folding fan.

"You finish singing, and I'll go on stage. It's almost halfway there, and some people are probably getting ready to go back home."

Jing Yu's soft eyes, which he had just looked at Qian Xue, darkened after Wen Boyuan's words. Wen Boyuan was still tapping the table with his folding fan, humming the tune rhythmically with the actors on the stage, seemingly intoxicated.

Jing Yu took a long breath and said to Tianxuan: "Bring the things and give them to Qian Xue."

Tianxuan moved quickly, and soon he went to retrieve a small wooden box with exquisite carvings, and then handed it to Qianxue.

"Do you still remember Miss Qi who came to our house before?"

Qianxue nodded, and Jing Yu continued to give instructions: "Give this box to Miss Qi, and then help me bring a message to her."

Qianxue held the wooden box and listened to Jing Yu's instructions, but a bad premonition gradually emerged in her heart.

"I understand Master Qi's intention. If Miss Qi doesn't mind, I will personally visit you tomorrow."

Qianxue's fingers suddenly grabbed the wooden box. She still smiled on her face, but her fingertips were already a little white from the exertion.

She hurriedly lowered her head and replied, "I will obey the young master's instructions."

Wen Boyuan, who was at the table, suddenly clapped loudly and shouted with a smile: "Okay, okay! You sang so well!"

Qian Xue looked around and saw that the opera on the stage seemed to have reached its climax, arousing applause. The heroine with a beautiful face drank and cried, danced gracefully and then fell to the ground.

She hugged the box and turned around almost in a panic, her eyes couldn't help but feel sour. The scene just now must have been so tearful, otherwise why would she have the urge to cry?

Wen Boyuan stopped cheering and turned to look at Jing Yu: "Ah Yu, Ah Yu, what a shame, I really thought you were dizzy for a moment."

Jing Yu poured himself another cup of tea, lowered his head and said, "Now that I've made a decision, it's not my style to be sloppy. It would be good to meet as soon as possible so that we can both be prepared. I don't like a messy backyard."

He drank all the tea in his hand and slammed the teacup on the table. Qianxue kept thinking about her mother's instructions, and quickly adjusted her mood. She first looked for Qi Lingyao's figure at the ladies' table, and when she saw it, she tried to move closer there.

Unexpectedly, when she was about to approach, Qi Lingyao stood up and left the table. She was surrounded by ladies and ladies from various families. She did not dare to shout loudly, so she had to continue chasing.

Fortunately, Qi Lingyao's footsteps were not very fast, and he finally caught up with her at a lake not far from the ladies' table.

"Miss Qi, Miss Qi."

Qian Xue shouted behind Qi Lingyao, feeling like she was out of breath.

Qi Lingyao glanced back and found that it was Qian Xue. She frowned slightly, then turned around and continued walking forward, "What an unlucky thing, why did you still run into her at the Prince's Mansion?"

Seeing Qi Lingyao not stopping, Qian Xue looked at the road ahead, took a small path, and stopped in front of Qi Lingyao.

"Bold slave, can you block my young lady's way?" Yingge, the eldest maid beside Qi Lingyao, stepped forward to block Qi Lingyao.

Qianxue didn't have the strength to retort, and it took her a long time to catch her breath. Seeing that Qi Lingyao seemed to want to change her route, Qianxue hurriedly said, "Miss Qi misunderstood. I came here to deliver something to the young lady on the order of the young master."

Qi Lingyao paused as she was about to leave, then turned to look at Qianxue, but Yingge cursed at Qianxue: "Who knows who your young master is? Don't come here to slander my young lady's reputation, or I'll beat you out with a stick."

Ying Ge knew Qian Xue, but Qi Lingyao cried for several days after coming back from Jing Mansion that day. Naturally, she couldn't stand everyone around Jing Yu.

However, Qi Lingyao raised her hand to stop Yingge who wanted to say something else, and asked in a calm tone: "I wonder if Mr. Jing Lang has any advice?"

When Ying Ge saw that his girl had spoken, she stopped trying to stop Qian Xue. She just stood aside and stared at Qian Xue with some anger.

Qianxue knew that this trip was not easy, and she adjusted her breathing at this moment. She held the wooden box in her hand in front of Qi Lingyao and replied softly: "This is what the young master ordered his servant to bring to Miss Qi."

Qi Lingyao took a look at the box and saw that it was small and exquisite, and that it had obviously been carefully thought out, and then she felt slightly relieved.

Upon seeing this, Yingge wanted to step forward and take the box, but Qi Lingyao glanced at Yingge. Yingge stopped her action and just opened the lid of the box without taking the wooden box.

Qi Lingyao saw an exquisitely crafted silver hairpin lying inside at a glance, and her heart couldn't help but beat suddenly. It turned out to be a hairpin.

Qi Lingyao's hands couldn't help but tremble. She looked up at Qian Xue and asked eagerly, "Does your young master have anything to say to me?"

Qianxue nodded and replied honestly: "The young master said that he already knows what Mr. Qi means. If you don't mind, he will visit you personally tomorrow."

The suspicion in his heart was confirmed, and Qi Lingyao's cheeks turned red. It seemed that Mr. Jing Dalang finally knew what he was doing.

She was happy in her heart, but she felt even more unhappy when she saw Qian Xue. Thinking of Jing Yu's various replies to Qian Xue that day, she couldn't help but feel irritable.

She never took the hairpin from the box, she just stood aside and watched quietly. However, Qianxue couldn't help but feel soreness in her arms because she lowered her head and held the box. However, Qi Lingyao never picked up the hairpin, so she He couldn't take his arm back.

Qianxue couldn't help but ask: "Miss Qi, what do you have to tell me to report to the young master?"