Her attention was almost entirely focused on her older brother, Yixuan, and Shujun, concentrated on these three people. Yue Ning, Haoming, these two were sincere, but the result of sincerity was like a background wall; she herself was emotionally unresponsive. If he didn’t do it "deliberately," how could she ever notice him? He didn’t want to be a background, didn’t want to be air, didn’t want to be seen as nonexistent by her. Since that was the case, he could only use all his means to attract her attention, even if she’d resent him, at least she’d glance at him instead of treating him as nonexistent. His eyes were a vast mist-like twilight, a touch of red adorned the tip of his nose with bitterness. Yet, he pretended to be strong and smiled at her, "Shu Yu was out of line, hope wife master won’t blame me." Then, he turned back to pick up his guqin and said to Yi Ran, "Today, we’ll head back first." Yi Ran looked awkwardly at this man whose true emotions rarely exposed themselves, and glanced at Dong Huiying again. She really was a woman burdened with serious sins! So, what good is a woman, after all? Dong Huiying was dazed, all the way, as if her soul was independently present, she didn’t quite remember how she returned to the Blue mansion. Shu Yu accompanied her silently on the side, with zero interaction between them. When the two returned to the Blue mansion, Shu Yu went directly back to her room, shut the door heavily, as if she was dead, not making a sound or any movement. Inside Zhi Chen’s room. Dong Huiying sat on the bedside, seeing Zhi Chen already asleep. She recalled those heartfelt words Shu Yu expressed at Yi Ran’s place. She couldn’t help but ask herself, has she really never balanced the affairs of the Liang family? She said, she tried her best, this is how she justified it to herself. But, if she really tried her best, would Shu Yu say such things? Would Yixuan leave? Would Shujun choose to stay in Taihang Town? She had her preferences in her heart. The scales were never balanced between the two ends, so they have always been rocking. What right did she have to blame Shu Yu? She was the one truly deserving of condemnation! Her shoulders slumped, then she slowly buried her face against Zhi Chen’s chest. Her cheeks rubbed against Zhi Chen’s heart. "Zhi Chen, I miss you..." I miss the old you, the wise you, the one who could guide me. At the City Lord Mansion, the Seventh Princess sat in a wheelchair. She held a stack of paper, some were messages Charles left her before his death, and some were evidence that had been secretly gathered after she returned from Mist Capital. She turned one page after another... This name was quite familiar. After all, it was because of Miao Qing that her eighth sister was able to rise to power back then. Charles’s death was also caused by Miao Qing. Because Charles had mentioned in a letter that Miao Qing had bewitched him? Charles was dead, and his past power forces were eradicated. Nowadays, her reputation was far less than before. The lower masses were kept in the dark from injuries, but ever since Charles died, any slightly perceptive person would have already known; it’s hard to be as strong as before. Weary, she pressed her brow and then looked at her close confidant: "Any news from the Master?" The confidant replied, "None yet. But the Master speculates that since it’s been a whole day, and that person is still missing, then there are only two possibilities. Either the person is outside of South City, or the person has been controlled."