Xie Ruotong frowned.
What time is it already, and Song Yanqing still hasn't returned?!
Logically, the morning court should have ended by now.
Even if he used to go to the scholar mansion after the morning court, in such a critical period, shouldn't Song Yanqing have found an excuse to come back first?
Right?
Song Yanqing actually didn't seem to take her matters to heart at all.
As a man, he generally wouldn't interfere too much with matters of the inner room.
This is what Xie Ruotong thought pensively.
In the courtyard, accompanied by the hurried footsteps of a maid, "young madam."
Xie Ruotong's heart skipped a beat.
That moment even carried a sense of panic.
She always felt that something bad had happened.
"Young madam, it's terrible." The maid knelt right before Xie Ruotong, "Miss Qiao'er, Miss Qiao'er has committed suicide out of fear of punishment!"
Xie Ruotong was completely stunned.
The soup bowl in her hand just dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces.
