Early the next morning, unable to contain herself, Xie Wanqing took a simple carriage and returned to the Xie family house.
As the carriage passed by the Yuxuan Tea House on Vermilion Bird Street, it was bustling as usual.
She instinctively glanced up at the window-side position on the second floor, and unexpectedly locked eyes with someone.
"Stop the carriage, stop the carriage!"
The carriage stopped as instructed, and Xie Wanqing lifted her skirt, got off the carriage, led two maidservants into the teahouse, and went straight up to the second floor.
It was the same elegant room, and the person guarding the door seemed to have received instructions, directly helping her to push open the door.
The two men inside turned to look.
Xie Wanqing only looked at the one by the window, calling out, "Brother!"
Xie YanYu frowned slightly, "You are pregnant, you should be resting well in the palace. Acting so rashly, what is it about?"
