It seems that we need to speed up the production of sachets, otherwise...
Su Ziqing took the sachet back into his hand and smiled inexplicably.
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While Chi Yao was still sleeping, he heard a knock on the door. The soft sound was knocking regularly, as if the person inside would not stop unless he responded.
She buried herself in the quilt first, then her eyes that were unwilling to open narrowed slightly, looked in the direction of the door, and said in a muffled voice.
"Enter!"
There was a hint of dissatisfaction and irritability in his tone, and after saying that, he buried himself in the quilt again and refused to come out.
When Su Ziqing came in, what he saw was her awkward sleeping posture.
He chuckled lightly, came to her, bent down slightly, pinched her face with his hand, and said in a loving tone: "Get up."
When Chi Yao heard his voice, she subconsciously rubbed his fingertips and made a sound.
She opened her sleepy eyes, and there seemed to be traces of tears from just waking up at the corners of her eyes.
She stretched out her arms, and Su Ziqing picked her up and put her aside beside the dressing table tacitly. Chi Yao covered her mouth and gave her a gentle slap, her head nodding from time to time, as if she was about to close her eyes in the next second.
Su Ziqing took care of her long hair, and the wooden comb combed through the ends of her hair. It was smooth and natural, and he couldn't help but play with it.
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After finishing cleaning up, Su Ziqing took Chi Yao to the Su Mansion.
They stood outside the door of Su Mansion, looking at the tall plaque hanging loosely on it, and the spider webs that covered it made the desolation of the moment even more obvious.
It used to be packed with guests, but now it only looks like this dilapidated place.
If it weren't for Taifu Su, who was once a teacher with many talents all over the world, and was deeply loved by scholars all over the world, I am afraid that this dilapidated Su Mansion would have been occupied by others, and not even the last trace of extravagant thoughts would be left.
The two of them just looked at the door silently from outside, but did not step forward.
Seeing people coming and going on the street, Su Ziqing took Chi Yao's hand to a side door.
This place is not as lively as the main street. It is more deserted and few people come here.
The closed door is locked from the inside, and it is difficult to open it only by relying on external force from the outside.
While Chi Yao was studying the lock, Su Ziqing grabbed her waist and climbed over the wall with a clever move.
Chi Yao looked at him blankly, with even a trace of confusion on his face. He came in in the blink of an eye and landed on a soft grass.
She subconsciously stepped on the ground before reacting.
Su Ziqing held her hand, his face no longer had the smile of the past, the coldness between his brows and eyes was a little more cold and indifferent, and his tightly pursed lips also showed his inner emotions.
Chi Yao didn't make a sound, just held his hand tightly so that he could feel her by his side.
The girl's soft touch brought him back from his musing thoughts. He took a deep breath and walked towards the direction in his memory.
The mansion, which has not been taken care of for a long time, has long been overgrown with grass. It seems to be a different world from the outside world, and there is a sense of desolation.
Su Ziqing looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar place in front of him, and came to the place where he found evidence in his previous life.
Still in that familiar place, he opened the dark partition and saw that the thing was still there. He took it out with his long fingers and placed it close to his body.
This is an account book belonging to Taifu Su, which is filled with money flowing into his house. This can be used to prove his innocence. At the same time, there is also evidence of treason from the person who framed him in the first place.
When that person learned that Taifu Su had investigated that he was a collaborator with the enemy, he was ruthless and chose to strike first, creating false evidence to slander him.
