1140 I Have Not Seen Her

Ding Yun glided above the trees swiftly with Qiao Mu in tow.

"Young Sir!!" The young girl in a pink dress that came in his direction couldn't resist shouting in surprise.

Xin Yu'er's body tottered as she stared gloomily at where the two people had gone while muttering something to herself.

"Miss, the young sir has run off again. Why are you not chasing him?" The little lass in the pink dress quickly walked up and called for her. Only after getting close did she hear her miss's murmurs.

"Can't chase him back, can't chase him back." Xin Yu'er's tears trickled down. "He seems to show compassion, yet is actually a heartless and merciless person."

Just now, she pretended to order the guards to kill that young lady beside him, yet that immediately tested out his attitude.

Just look at how he changed color in agitation just now. That was what is meant to be both alarmed and furious, right.

For so many years, it was as if this man had worn a fake mask from birth, even when facing his own mother.

Although he looked to be all smiles normally, he actually felt neither sorrow nor joy.

Originally, Xin Yu'er had thought that this person was just extremely cold by nature. However, that turned out to not be the case.

He would also get angry, and he would also stand up to shield someone else, staring at her with an oppressive gaze while roaring "you dare."

Xin Yu'er squatted dejectedly, which made the maidservant in a pink dress, Baoyan, pace around her anxiously.

"Miss, say something. What happened exactly? Who is that lass beside the young sir?" Seeing that Xin Yu'er didn't budge after a long while, Baoyan was so agitated that she stomped her feet. "Alright, alright, if you are not going to go look, I will go look for the young sir!"

With this, she turned around and darted into the forest, running off in a jiffy without leaving a trace.

Only after crying for a while did Xin Yu'er pull out a brush and paper to scribble out a letter. She then handed it over to her two subordinates. "Return to the manor quickly and personally hand this letter to the old madam."

"Yes." The two manor guards did not dare treat her lightly. They quickly cupped their fists before turning to depart hastily with the letter.

On the other end, Mo Lian halted his footsteps. As he turned to look at the gloomy forest road on the side, he wrinkled his brows.

Where did Qiaoqiao this child run off to now? He was able to sense a wisp of her indistinct presence just previously, but now…

The bushes beside him rustled, and someone's head suddenly popped out.

The two hidden guards behind the crown prince swiftly stepped up and restrained the other party at once. Soon afterwards, they pulled out a young lady from the bushes without reducing their strength.

"Hey, hey, hey. Gently, gently. Gently!" Sikong Fuling cried out repeatedly.

Mo Lian's gaze shifted. He then landed beside her with a whoosh and unfurled a painting on silk from his hand. He interrogated coldly, "Have you seen this little lady?"

While restrained by the two hidden guards, Sikong Fuling cast a glimpse at the painting.

She saw that although that little lass's face still remained stoic in the painting, the animated smile in her eyes was completely illuminated.

It was evident that the person who painted it ardently hoped for this stoic face to smile often.

Sikong Fuling's eyeballs turned before she shook her head and stated seriously, "I have not."

The countenance, mannerisms, and looks of this wild man whose name she didn't know did not lose out to her brother at all. It couldn't be that he was secretly in a relationship with the little lady right…

Mo Lian's icy eyes gave a signal.

The hidden guard motioned at Sikong Fuling's face with his sword. "If you don't say it, I'll slice up your face."

Sikong Fuling widened her eyes as she freaked out, "Hey, hey, hey, hey…"