"What's happened to you?"
Prince Qi, who had been closely watching his sister, was puzzled.
"Oh, it's nothing," Princess Fuyun shook her head.
Impossible.
She must not think this way; the thought was too improper.
One was Third Brother Gu, whom she had admired since childhood.
The other was Young Master Nantang, whom she revered and loved.
Suspecting one's neighbor of stealing an axe.
It must be her own impropriety leading to such improper thoughts, thus feeling in this way.
"Oh."
Prince Qi suspiciously glanced at his sister.
About to say something, the clock chimed again.
"Is it already the second watch?" Using the clock chime as cover, Wang Zichuan suspiciously asked, "Why haven't the others returned yet? Could something have gone wrong?"
The people around him whispered like a mosquito's buzz: "...After all, it's the Marquis Mansion..."
Wang Zichuan gasped, "Could something unfortunate have happened to them?"
