Mo Hanqing's movements suddenly paused. He stared at the coachman for a long time until the carriage slowly drove into the back door of Zuixian Tower. Then he tiptoed towards Ye Qiqi. .
Just when Ye Qiqi was about to take action, she suddenly received a signal from Mo Hanqing, telling her to stay where she was, so she lay on the wall of Zuixian Tower and watched helplessly as a broken carriage drove in. .
However, just as the back door of Zuixian Tower was slowly closing, a warm breath suddenly came from behind her. Ye Qiqi was startled. When she subconsciously wanted to take action, her wrist was touched by a big warm hand. Gently clasping it, a low and cold voice whispered in her ear: "It's me."
"Your Highness?" When Ye Qiqi heard his voice, her hanging heart finally relaxed. She turned her head and looked at Mo Hanqing behind her. The lanterns under the wall gave off a warm light. Those lights It reflected on his cheek, depicting a perfect outline.
"Did you see that carriage just now?" Mo Hanqing lowered his voice and asked her.
"I see it." Ye Qiqi nodded.
"Which direction did it go?"
"Over there." Ye Qiqi pointed to a fork to the left in the backyard and whispered.
"Let's go and take a look." Mo Hanqing squinted his eyes, released his big hand holding her wrist, tapped his toes, and jumped off the wall.
"Oh." Ye Qiqi nodded and jumped down.
There were no lights in the backyard of Zuixian Tower, and the shadow of the wall just obscured the two of them.
Ye Qiqi crouched and walked softly behind Mo Hanqing. About a quarter of an hour later, they finally saw the carriage parked in front of a remote courtyard.
The driver was no longer in the carriage.
Ye Qiqi quickly rushed to the carriage, quietly opened the curtain and took a look inside the carriage, only to find that there was nothing inside.
She turned around and made a "no" gesture towards Mo Hanqing, who was standing in the shadow.
Mo Hanqing frowned and thought for a moment, then tapped his toes and motioned for Ye Qiqi to follow him into the yard.
There was only one house with lights on in the yard, and the two of them climbed to the roof without any effort.
Ye Qiqi lifted up a tile on the roof very gently, and then looked inside the house.
The inside looked quite clean and tidy. There was a bed placed against the wall. Under the dim light, a pretty girl in tattered clothes was lying on the bed and fell asleep.
The coachman just now was half-kneeling in front of the bed, with a copper basin beside him, holding a water-soaked handkerchief in his hand, and was carefully wiping the dust from the girl's face.
Why? What's going on?
Ye Qiqi raised his head with confusion and looked at Mo Hanqing.
Mo Hanqing frowned and watched as the coachman wiped the face of the woman on the bed and then gently helped her change into a clean coat. Then he sighed lowly and closed the door. He came to the door, turned around and left.
"What's going on...??" Ye Qiqi approached Mo Hanqing and asked softly.
"I don't know." After Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, he looked at the peacefully sleeping woman in the room, frowned and shook his head.