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put the scented sachet under his pillow, turned around and said to Xiao Yao: "Go ask Old Madam Su, to see if there is anything special about Su Zeyi when he returned."

Only then did Xiao Yao remember that she had seen this scented sachet before. It was this scented sachet that Owner found strange when he had gotten his hands on it. You want to throw it away? "

Zhong Miao Yi had just lied down, this thing could only be destroyed by itself, how could she take it out and throw it away casually? She then waved her hand towards Xiao Yao: "Go, I will take care of it myself."

Xiao Yao did not ask anymore and turned to leave.

Zhong Miao Yi could not sleep, her pillow was like a time bomb, this thing could not be burnt well, and it was not cut well either. It was fine if Su Zeyi was not there, but if he saw it, it would lead to trouble.

She turned it over and over again, but in the end, she still took out the slip of paper from the scented sachet and carefully read through it once more.

This time, there was no initial excitement. Instead, his heart felt heavy.

The Zhong Miao Yi didn't know if what she had done was right or wrong. Tang Yao was different from her. She was a wandering lone soul in this world and no longer cared about whether she lived or died.

However, Tang Yao's parents, Lady Qing Xiu's face, were clearly etched into his mind. She was such a gentle person. The reason she raised him was probably because she hoped that he would be able to do something so illustrious.

Even if he couldn't, he would pray for his safety until he was old.

But Tang Yao!

Zhong Miao Yi frowned. She rubbed the paper in her hands into a ball and sighed as she closed her eyes.

She was really tired. She felt tired when there was no hope. Now that she had some hope, she realized that behind the hope was a reality that was even more hopeless.

As he was lost in his thoughts, he actually fell asleep.

Just that this time, he was not sleeping well, when suddenly there was a commotion caused by the fire outside, Zhong Miao Yi's eyes trembled and he opened them leisurely.

The originally pitch-black and tranquil night was suddenly illuminated by the firelight. It was unknown what the servants outside were whispering to each other.

Zhong Miao Yi sat up and got off the bed. She put on her outer robes and quickly walked to open the door: "Xiao Yao?"

Xiao Yao was also in the crowd, but when she heard Zhong Miao Yi calling her, she hurried over to support her.

"What's wrong? Why didn't anyone wake me up? " Zhong Miao Yi looked outside, but other than the heads and torches, all she saw was a pitch-black void.

"The Lord Su has returned. He's talking to Old Madam Su right now, and I'm thinking to wake his up if I need to call for his later." Xiao Yao's face swayed under the flames. The flames jumped and imprinted itself in her eyes, dancing around like red flowers.

When Su Zeyi returned, the subordinates of the Zhong Miao Yi tensed up as if they were all bad students who had done something bad and were afraid of Mr.

No matter how angry the emperor was, it was impossible to really punish him with heavy punishment. This was the Su Family, and this was the superiority Su Zeyi had gained by birth.

Zhong Miao Yi sat at the foot of the pavilion, thinking that Yun Mengqi would send someone to invite her. Su Zeyi would not come to her place, he had to take care of Yun Mengqi, but he did not need to take care of her too much.

Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from outside and a few excited little girls had already followed Su Zeyi and jogged into the courtyard.

There were some fallen leaves on his shoulders, which he caressed casually. When he entered the courtyard, he immediately saw the Zhong Miao Yi sitting below the porch.

For a moment, he thought that the Zhong Miao Yi was specifically waiting for him.

But when he saw her indifferent expression, Su Zeyi knew that it was just a pipe dream.

Su Zeyi walked very quickly, and instantly arrived in front of Zhong Miao Yi. Zhong Miao Yi stood up, bowed to him, and then let him go back and sit down: "Aren't you cold?"

Zhong Miao Yi did not avoid his gaze, but looked him straight in the eye: "It's not cold, it won't be cold if there's no wind at night."

Su Zeyi was startled, and suddenly felt that the Zhong Miao Yi was a little different.

Her previous resistance and disgust towards him from the depths of her bones seemed to have gone a long way. Although it was already faint, she was already willing to speak to him properly.

Time was a good thing to start over. It seemed like she had figured it out and was preparing for a new life.

This change made Su Zeyi extremely excited, the Emperor's harsh words were probably no longer important.

He couldn't help but believe that when he forcefully saved her from the cold palace, he touched the strings of her heart that had been silent for too long.

She always said he left her, that he didn't want her.

He had not run her, he had admitted it, and now he was going to run her, and she had admitted it, and that was the best beginning.

"Milord."

Just as Zhong Miao Yi was about to say something, she heard Bao'er's voice. Su Zeyi slightly twitched her brows and became a little impatient.

When he was at Old Mistress Su's place, Bao Er had come to invite him. Old Mistress Su's heart ached for the child in Yun Mengqi's womb, and asked Su Zeyi to accompany her more.

However, he did not want to go, it was simply not Su Zeyi's nature to arrange things like this. He started to get annoyed by Yun Mengqi for using her backer and stomach to arrange his actions.

It was a pity that Yun Mengqi was still feeling complacent, and did not know that in Su Zeyi's heart, she had already been marked as fatal.

Su Zeyi stood up, he did not want to disappoint Old Madam Su, so before he left, he patted Zhong Miao Yi's hands: I'll come see you tomorrow.

He knew that there wouldn't be any fluctuations in the Zhong Miao Yi, but when he saw her smile and nod her head, Su Zeyi was still unhappy.

He didn't want to admit his current concern for the Zhong Miao Yi, and the strange gentleness that he couldn't suppress.

Zhong Miao Yi was a chess piece that he had meticulously developed. In the past dozen years, he had never done this before, but now, this strange feeling made Su Zeyi feel that she was in danger.

However, the more he wanted to struggle free, the more restricted he would be. Su Zeyi gave up on pondering deeply about what this feeling was.

He stubbornly believed that it was good that things were like this right now.

Zhong Miao Yi watched as Su Zeyi and Bao Er walked far away. The servants in the courtyard all felt pity for Zhong Miao Yi, as she relaxed slightly, the paper in her hand was completely drenched in sweat. She heaved a sigh of relief and let everyone go in to rest.

Xiao Yao supported her back to her room. Before the sky lit up tomorrow, she had already lost all her sleepiness.

"Go find a shovel." Zhong Miao Yi instructed softly.

Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had misheard, "Madam? What do you want? "

"Find a shovel." Zhong Miao Yi repeated, her tone was very calm.