Uncovering the Truth

Murong Qian returned to the Murong Residence with a heavy heart.

After washing up, she sat before her dressing table and ran an agarwood comb through her glossy black hair, stroke after stroke.

Yet that pale arm dangling over the edge of the wooden board and that pitch-black hole kept flashing through her mind.

"It seems our Lord Fu is no ordinary man!"

After giving it some thought, Murong Qian rose to her feet.

She had to go and find out exactly what had happened to that person.

Perhaps she could even use this opportunity to help Yang Qing?

At the thought of Yang Qing, who was still languishing in prison, a strange expression crossed her face.

But who should she take with her?

Murong Qian paced back and forth across her room several times before changing into a clean set of clothes.

"Miss, are you going out at this late hour?"

Xiao Cui, Murong Qian's personal maid, looked at her attire in surprise.

Murong Qian's eyes lit up as she looked at Xiao Cui. "Xiao Cui, come out with me."

Xiao Cui was Murong Qian's maid, but she was also a skilled martial artist whom Murong Hao had specially sought out to protect his daughter.

Mistress and maid were exceptionally close.

Although Xiao Cui felt that both Murong Qian's words and actions were somewhat different from usual tonight, she suspected nothing and nodded obediently. "Yes, miss. But as for the master..."

Murong Qian glanced at her. "Don't let him know about this."

"Miss, what are you..."

Xiao Cui wanted to ask, but Murong Qian stopped her. "Don't say anything else. We'll use the back gate."

The household servants guarding the back gate were surprised to see their young mistress approaching so late at night.

When they heard that Murong