Gu Qingtong’s mind was in chaos until she realized Luo Guo was missing: “Young Master Jiang, where is my maid?”
“I have something to tell you privately, so I sent her back first.”
Gu Qingtong lifted the carriage curtain and found the scenery unfamiliar: “Where are you taking me? What words are so important that we must come out here to speak?”
Jiang Shangheng didn’t answer. When the carriage stopped, he carried her down.
Gu Qingtong quickly broke free: “I can get down by myself.”
Jiang Shangheng walked towards a manor with “Xin Yuan” written on it.
It was March, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The manor looked small and secluded.
“Jiang Shangheng, why did you bring me here?” Gu Qingtong stood in the peach blossom forest, unable to see outside or understand his intentions.
Jiang Shangheng smiled faintly: “It’s quiet here, no one to disturb us, good for talking.”
Gu Qingtong pouted in silence.
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He reached out to remove them, holding them in his palm.
“Don’t tell me you brought me here just to see peach blossoms.”
“You are not Gu Qingtong.” Jiang Shangheng didn’t even look up, continuing to brush petals from her shoulder.
Gu Qingtong was startled, wondering what he had discovered. She opened her mouth anxiously: “How am I not Gu Qingtong?”
“If you were Gu Qingtong, you wouldn’t be unfamiliar with this garden.”
Gu Qingtong raised an eyebrow, determined not to admit she was someone else: “What do you mean?”
“This garden belongs to your maternal grandfather’s family, a dowry property of your mother. After Lord Gu’s incident, all his properties were confiscated, except this manor. You used to come here once or twice a year. Today, you look at this garden like a stranger.”
Gu Qingtong had no idea about the garden’s history. The next moment, she covered her eyes and crouched down, beginning to sob softly: “Since you know, I won’t hide it. This manor was indeed left by my mother, but I can’t let others know I come here often. If they found out, they’d think I’m longing for past glory. I’m just a lowly qing’er…”
