"There is no Qingdai..." Shangguan Ling'er covered her mouth and started crying.
Nan Liyou's brain buzzed, grabbed her arm and gradually let it go weakly, and said lightly: "When did it happen?"
"A few days after you left, a group of men in black followed me to the Yan family. Aunt Yan unfortunately died under the knife in order to save Qingdai. Several servants around me dragged them. Qingdai and I got on a car.
The carriage escaped. On the way, the horse was frightened by arrows and ran wildly. The carriage fell off the cliff. I was able to escape by grabbing a tree on the cliff. Qingdai..." When Shangguan Ling'er recalled every day, she was in her mind.
That bloody scene.
Aunt Yan died tragically under the knife, the thatched hut was burned, and the whole village was bleeding.
The carriage fell off the cliff, and there was a river that was very urgent under the cliff. The remains of the carriage were shattered into the entire valley. There were only bloodstains in the gravel, but there were no corpses or remains of the dew.
When Nan Liyou heard this, he smiled miserably for a while, helped Shangguan Ling'er up, and comforted him: "It's not your fault. Qingdai has been suffering with me all the time. I'm sorry for her!"
"No, it's because I didn't take good care of her. If I had to pay more attention, I wouldn't give bad people an opportunity to take advantage of it. Aunt Yan wouldn't die tragically, and those innocent villagers..." Shangguan Ling'er shook pained.
Shaking his head, the bell on his head made a crisp impact.
Nan Liyou patted her on the shoulder, "Then another day, I must go to Aunt Yan's grave. I'm sorry for her!"
Suddenly, she felt her nose sour. It seemed that she was not strong enough. Otherwise, the group of men in black would not have put their finger on Qingdai.
They must have wanted to catch Qingdai and use it to threaten her. It's really hateful.
The most tragic thing is that Aunt Yan and the innocent villagers actually suffered a disaster for no reason.
Now that Aunt Yan is gone, it is still unknown whether Qingdai is dead or alive. Yan Caiwu’s life and death are still unknown. These things are pressing on her body, and her heart is extremely painful.
"I have reported this to my father. The emperor also learned about it. He was furious and sent people to investigate it. Unfortunately, the group of people was very smart and had no clues so far!" Shangguan Ling'er said sadly.
Nan Liyou curled the corners of his lips and smiled coldly, "They came for me! Catching Qingdai is a cover to force me to submit! But they didn't expect that I was not in Nanming Middle School at all."
"Xiao Qi, are you still planning to return to the palace?" Shangguan Ling'er hesitated for a moment and asked.
Nan Liyou frowned and looked at her in surprise: "Do you want me to go back there?"
Shangguan Ling'er saw her sudden change of stranger Wuxing, and suddenly waved her hand: "I don't mean that. The emperor sent people everywhere to find your traces, and threatened that he regretted everything he had done before and was willing to do one.
Good father, I hope you can give him a chance!"
Nan Liyou smiled coldly, his face full of sarcastic smile, "What did he tell you?"
Shangguan Ling'er did not dare to hide anything: "The emperor knew that we were very close before. He once announced that I entered the palace and told me these words. If I see you, I will tell you."
When Nan Liyou heard this, he had to reexamine Shangguan Ling'er. She knew that Shangguan Ling'er was a minister after all.
The emperor is the king, and the king told her that she, a minister, had to follow.