"Because Pei Qi, who should have been regarded as an abandoned son by him, unexpectedly got the Taiwei Mansion that he did not dare to imagine, so... he planned to find Pei Si and continue to let Pei Qi be used by him." See Pei Yunjiang. With his head lowered and not ready to answer, Rong Qin walked up to Pei Qi, raised his hand to support her unstable body, and said with a hint of inquiry in his comforting eyes: "What's wrong?"
Pei Qi had not yet recovered from the shock of the truth. After hearing Rong Qin's question, his tear-soaked eyes suddenly burst into his eyes.
Rong Qin was stunned for a moment, wondering why Pei Qi had such a reaction.
Frustrated, disappointed, and heartbroken.
Could it be that he was sad after hearing what happened to Pei Qi?
But this obviously has nothing to do with her.
Seeing Rong Qin in front of her, Pei Qi realized that she had just lost her composure. After suppressing the pain in her heart, she slowly calmed down.
Rong Qin cannot be made suspicious.
Pei Qi sniffed hard, reached out to wipe away her tears, held Rong Qin's hand, and shook her head at him: "I'm fine."
"It's just that I spent a few days with that kid, Xiaosi, and I have some feelings for him. When I think of him going through this, I feel pitiful."
Pei Qi's tears still remained on her hands, and Rong Qin could clearly feel the coolness coming from her fingers.
It turned out to be because of the child Pei Si.
But this is a bit too sad.
Rong Qin didn't say anything clearly, but took the handkerchief from Su Ying, held Pei Qi in his arms, lowered his head and wiped her tears.
After hearing that Pei Qi said that he had lived with Xiao Si for a period of time, Pei Yunjiang was convinced that Xiao Si was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and his calculations became clearer.
"Your Excellency, the Right Prime Minister, has many things to do, and I have no intention of disturbing you. As long as Your Excellency, the Right Prime Minister, can let Pei Si go, he will be the benefactor of my Pei family!"
He is still obsessed with it now...
Pei Qi closed his eyes, despairing at every word Pei Yunjiang said.
Aren’t blood relatives the most trustworthy relationship?
She looked at Pei Yunjiang and felt that the person in front of her who she should call her father became more and more unfamiliar.
"Xiaosi is dead. Mr. Pei will not be able to find anyone today." Pei Qi nestled in Rong Qin's arms, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "An assassin came to the house a few days ago, and Xiaosi was killed. He was captured, those assassins were very vicious, I don’t think he will survive.”
When Pei Yunjiang heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly: "Madam, do you know who kidnapped Pei Si?"
I want to know so urgently.
Pei Qi didn't hide anything, and withdrew from Rong Qin's arms, pinched his chin, and opened his mouth: "Well... let me think about it."
"I remember that before I was knocked unconscious by those assassins that day, I seemed to hear something... Master of the Jade Face Manor? Maybe I heard it wrong. Mr. Pei just takes what I said as a reference."
In fact, she said this on purpose.
Pei Yunjiang knew that she and Jiang Lingfeng were good friends who talked about everything, and also knew that the so-called owner of Jade Face Manor was Jiang Lingfeng.
Xiaosi being protected by Jiang Lingfeng is equivalent to being in her hands.
Didn't Pei Yunjiang always want to use Xiao Si as a bargaining chip to threaten her? If she told him clearly that Xiao Si was in her hands at this moment, then what leverage could Pei Yunjiang use to threaten her.
Should he come to beg her in person, or show his dignity as a father and force her to return to the Pei family?
No matter what means he used, she was waiting for Pei Yunjiang to come to her.
Then explain it to her personally.
"It's past noon, and I don't have time to spend time with you here." Rong Qin raised his head and looked at the clock. Thinking that he had to go out, he didn't plan to continue talking nonsense with Pei Yunjiang, and left Shenhua Pavilion with Pei Qi: "My wife has also told you the whereabouts of Pei Si. If you want to continue kneeling, then stay here. If you have knelt enough, get out."
After the two left, Tu You lowered his eyes and glanced at Pei Yunjiang and Pei Liang on the ground, his expressions were not very good either.
Logically speaking, Pei Qi and his master were incompatible, so he should not sympathize with Pei Qi.
But what Pei Yunjiang did was really disgusting.
The tiger poison does not eat its seeds, but he mutilated his own flesh and blood with his own hands.
What kind of poison is not seeing the sky? Even if the pain can be relieved with the blood of a loved one, over time, all the internal organs will be damaged.
After being poisoned, even if she really had the medicine cup, she would not live for ten years.
If he had known that Pei Yunjiang had done so many things behind his back, perhaps Pei Qi would not have been willing to pay so much to protect the Pei family in Dasheng Heavenly Prison.
Sighing, Tu You looked at the direction Rong Qin left and chased after him with his sword in hand.
In the courtyard of Shenhua Pavilion, Pei Liang saw that everyone who had to leave had left, so he stood up, dusted off the soil, and ran over to help Pei Yunjiang up: "Dad, that boy Pei Si is not here, so how can we find the eldest sister?"
Pei Yunjiang's eyes were complicated, and he stared at the empty place in front of him in a daze for a long time. Finally, he sighed and had to give up: "Forget it, go back home."
"Pei Qi, I'll just think of a way."
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…
The road out of the Prime Minister's Mansion was very long in Pei Qi's heart.
Pei Qi leaned against the door of the carriage, slightly opened the curtain, and looked at the bustle of the market outside, looking distracted.
"Still thinking about Pei Si?" Rong Qin asked with half-squinted eyes, leaning against his soft body.
"Yes." Pei Qi responded lightly and looked away from the outside: "Not only Pei Si, I feel that Pei Qi is also very pitiful."
Maybe it's not only pitiful, but also ridiculous.
She raised her eyes and started chatting with Rong Qin: "What do you think, husband?"
"The true picture?" Rong Qin raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment: "Compared to what you said is pitiful, the truth is that she is more stupid."
"Why?" Pei Qi was puzzled.
Rong Qin met Pei Qi's probing eyes and decisively pulled her into his arms: "I have been fighting with her in the court for several years, so we understand each other."
"Pei Qi is used to cherishing love."
"The influence of the Pei family in the imperial capital means that even if Pei Qi does not enter the court, he can still live a prosperous life. If Pei Yunjiang really cares about the love between children, how can he mercilessly let a woman like her come to the court? Involved in danger? She could have been a delicate flower in the greenhouse that had been exposed to the elements."
"Pei Yunjiang never treated her as a daughter from the beginning."
Pei Qi moved her lips, wanting to say something, but after thinking for a long time, she found that she could not say anything to refute Rong Qin.
She could have been a delicate flower in the greenhouse that had been exposed to wind, rain and dew.
Just like Ye Rou?
She saw the scene of Ye Chong and Ye Rou meeting each other in Ye Mansion, and it seemed that Pei Yunjiang had indeed not given it to her.
But……
"But would a close relative of flesh and blood really be ruthless enough to take advantage of him?" Pei Qi still didn't want to believe it and asked Rong Qin in confusion.
"Ah Rou, not all fathers in this world are like General Ye." Rong Qin combed Pei Qi's long hair that was blown away by the wind, then clasped the back of her head, pressed her on his shoulders, and said: " Do you think the rumors about selling girls for money, abandoning sons for life, and even throwing their bones and blood into the woods and wolves are just talk?"
Indeed, it is not just talk.
These all really happened.
Following Rong Qin's movements, Pei Qi buried his entire face on Rong Qin's shoulder.
Anyway, as Rong Qin said, Quan thinks she is...
Stupid people.
