"You know you're wrong.
You know you're wrong.
Should I forgive you?
Butler, why can't I, my wife, control you?
It's also you people who treat me, my wife, as a decoration.
Okay, If you don't go, I will."
An Qing raised his head and looked at those people with cold eyes and full momentum.
The housekeeper just wanted to fool him, and then wait for Wang Ziyuan to come out from Hu Xuan'er before taking countermeasures.
At this time, being forced into this situation by An Qing, he could only bite the bullet and said: "Madam, it is natural for you to deal with this servant.
Yes, it’s just that Lu Yu is the one who serves the old master after all.
Shouldn’t the madam wait a little, and it won’t be too late for the old master to come back, otherwise I won’t be able to bear the wrath of the old master?”
"Okay, you're right.
In this case, I won't embarrass you anymore.
You all can go out."
After An Qing finished speaking, he looked at the housekeepers quietly.
The housekeeper thought that An Qing's strong momentum had been frightened away by him, and with a hint of pride in his eyes, he ordered the two women to help Lu Yu up, cupped his hands slightly, and went out.
In the room where An Qing was the only one, she walked around and found a box from the innermost part of the bed based on the memory of the original owner.
She took out a key from it and went straight to the innermost warehouse in the house.
Because the original owner was the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, when she got married, the wealthy businessman spent all his energy on making a dowry for his daughter.
An Qing had an idea in her mind, but she couldn't take advantage of her, so it was just a temporary measure.
And the consequences are something that neither the housekeeper nor Wang Ziyuan can bear.
Because the original owner had not been married for long, and the original owner’s dowry was still intact in the warehouse.
It was not that Wang Ziyuan and Hu Xuaner did not covet these rich dowries, but in their eyes, the original owner was just a person who could be manipulated by them.
The mud ball was a chess piece that was destined to die in their hands, so the two of them were not in a hurry.
Anqing had a huge space, and she moved all the things in the warehouse into the space without fail.
It was only a matter of seconds.
Looking at the empty warehouse, she threw the keys on the table casually, turned around and put all the things in the warehouse.
I also put away the hairpins and jewelry I usually used one by one, and then changed into another set of clothes.
After getting dressed, I went out without saying hello to anyone.
After walking through the corridor and approaching the front yard to exit the gate, the boy at the door noticed An Qing who was not following him and hurried to find the housekeeper.
The housekeeper had already undressed and was getting ready to go to bed, but he was called out by a louder and lower voice, full of resentment: "Why are you shouting?
It's so late, why are you shouting?"
"Butler Zhu, please get up quickly, my wife is leaving the house."
The young man listened to the butler's scolding at the door, and there was no one in sight, so he could only tell the truth directly.
"It's broken, it's broken.
Go and report it to me quickly.
You must stop Madam."
Butler Zhu was so shocked by the servant's words that he sweated all over his forehead.
He quickly put on his clothes and ran out.
Unfortunately, when the boy returned to report to Butler Zhu, An Qing had already been kicked down.
The two boys ordered by the boy stopped An Qing and walked out of the gate of Wang Ziyuan's residence.
An Qing walked neither fast nor slowly, but went straight to the government office in the capital.
The two girls did not dare to step forward, but there was a person following them, and An Qing didn't care.
The drumstick used to beat the drum was held in An Qing's hand, and she was beaten "bang bang bang" continuously.
The girl who was following her was frightened.
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She stayed for a moment and ran back in a hurry.
Because of the sound of drumsticks, the door of the government office was soon opened, but the person walking in the front was not the government official wearing an official hat, but a handsome young man with dark hair and a black crown, waving a folding fan. tgt ttrgt: