After Thirteen Concubine Feng went back, she sat down and thought for a while. Suddenly, it occurred to her that if Ye Nanxi was really not in the Yao's mansion, where would she be at this time? She immediately stood up, frowned and walked around the room. Yan Qian didn't give her a clear meaning. What she sent was like a stone sinking into the sea.
"What kind of tricks does that man want to play?"
She gritted her teeth in secret. The more she thought about it, the more hatred she felt in her heart. She almost tore the handkerchief in her hand apart.
Almost at the same time, in Tsinghua Lane, the family of three just finished their breakfast, and Yan Qian promised to teach her chess this morning and tell her the story of leading troops to war in the afternoon. Chang'an was very excited.
