This restaurant is quite large, with a total of three floors, and each floor has no less than ten rooms.

He had just seen Jiang Yan go up to the third floor, but he didn't know which room he had entered, so he needed to look for it.

At this time, it was not yet time to eat, but there were many people in the restaurant, and the crowd was constantly shuttling, and the noise came from time to time.

Jiang Boying's footsteps slowed down, and he listened to the sound coming from the room as he walked.

He is a martial arts practitioner, and his hearing is much more sensitive than ordinary people, so he can hear quite clearly.

In the room on the third floor, some ambiguous voices came from inside, some were the constant sound of silk and bamboo, and some people were talking loudly.

Jiang Boying patiently searched one by one.

Finally, he stopped at the door of one of the rooms.

After looking around, the door suddenly opened, and a beautiful girl came out of it.

Seeing him, the girl beckoned him in with a smile on her face.

Jiang Boying really went in.

The door was closed, and the girl was just about to paste it, Jiang Boying handed her a certain amount of silver, "Go out." ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, and was a little unhappy at first, but when she saw the silver, her eyes lit up, and after receiving the money, she went out happily, and brought him to the door intimately.

Jiang Boying glanced at the room, then walked to the window, listening carefully to the movement next door.

He just heard Jiang Yan's voice coming from the next room, and there was another woman's voice, I don't know who it was, but I was sure it wasn't Wang Youwei.

His father actually came out to meet other women under the cover of people's eyes, and Jiang Boying was in a somewhat complicated mood for a while.

recalled that when his mother was alive, he and his father were also very affectionate and harmonious.

Even when his mother was seriously ill, Jiang Yan was busy with government affairs during the day, and he ate and slept with his mother at night, and he never said a word.

After his mother died of illness, his father was also clean, and there was never another woman around him.

Who is meeting his father now?

Will it be their future aunt?

Jiang Boying stood for a while, and found that the conversation next door was deliberately suppressed, and he couldn't hear it clearly when he stood by the window.

He was a little anxious, and poked his head out to see if he could think of another way, only to find that outside the window was on the street, and his every move would soon attract the attention of others, so he had to give up.

After waiting for a while, there was a sound of the door opening next door.

Jiang Boying stood behind the door and opened the door a crack to look over.

Jiang Yan walked out of the room, said something to the door of the room, and then went downstairs and left.

Jiang Boying stood there without moving.

He wanted to see who the woman his father was talking to in the room.

After a quarter of an hour, the door opened again.

When the person who came out of the room passed by his door, Jiang Boying finally saw the other party's face clearly.

At this moment, he was stunned.

Some are unexpected, but also reasonable.

It is Lan Mirou, his aunt, Wang Youwei's mother-in-law.

He remembered the question Jiang Qiyan asked him before, saying that he knew if Wang Youwei's mother had anything to do with his father before?

At that time, he didn't know why he would suddenly ask this question, but now it seems that his sister had already noticed something?

What did his father and his aunt just say in the room?

Is there anything you can't say in person at the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Do you have to make an appointment outside this restaurant?

And it's still a lonely man and a widow in the same room?

Although the two families are cousins, it is inevitable to avoid suspicion, isn't it?

Jiang Boying couldn't figure out why.

He didn't come out of the room until Lan Mirou went downstairs and wouldn't find him.

Jiang Yan had already left, and Lan Mirou also got into a carriage and left.

Jiang Boying got on his horse and rushed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Finding that Jiang Yan hadn't come back yet, Jiang Boying didn't know where he had gone, so he turned around and went to the attic where Jiang Qiyan was.

Jiang Qiyan has just returned from the Four Princes' Mansion, Hong Xing is helping her study ink in front of the desk, on the table, there is a picture of plum blossoms and proud snow, Jiang Qiyan is contemplating.

Hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Qiyan retracted her thoughts, and Hongxing came over to open the door.

"Young Master, are you back?"

Jiang Boying snorted and walked to the table, "What is my sister doing?" ”

Jiang Qiyan put down the pen, "Mention the word." ”

Jiang Boying looked at the painting, "Who gave you the painting?" ”

"King Qin."

"King Qin?" Jiang Boying was a little surprised, Jiang Qiyan changed the topic, she looked at Hongxing, "Hongxing, you go out first." ”

"Yes Miss."

Hongxing brought the door, Jiang Qiyan and Jiang Boying looked at each other in the room, Jiang Qiyan asked Jiang Boying, "Brother has gained anything from this trip?" ”

Jiang Boying nodded, "Yes." ”

"I followed my father to a restaurant, where my father met a woman, and the two talked for a while, and my father left first, and I waited in the next room for the woman to come out."

Jiang Qiyan waited quietly for him to continue.

"After waiting for a quarter of an hour, a woman came out of the next room, sister, guess who it was?"

Jiang Qiyan smiled, "Lan Mirou, Wang Youwei and her mother." ”

Jiang Boying couldn't help but sigh, "My sister guessed it, and it was indeed Aunt Lan." ”

"Can you hear them talking?"

Jiang Boying's expression was a little pity, "No, I was afraid that they would find out, so I didn't dare to make too many moves, and then I waited for the two of them to leave before I came out." ”

After speaking, Jiang Boying looked at her a little blankly, "Sister, what did you say they would talk about?" ”

Jiang Qiyan shook her head, "I don't know." ”

In her previous life, if Wang Youwei hadn't said before she died that her mother should have married her father at the beginning, she wouldn't have linked Lan Mirou to her father at all.

Because in her only memory, her father and Lan Mirou have only seen each other a handful of times, and even if they do, the two of them are still abiding by their duties, and there is not a trace of rumors.

can be combined with what her brother has seen and heard today, maybe there is really something between her father and Lan Mirou that cannot be known by others?

Jiang Boying smiled a little wryly, "I don't even know my sister, now that I think about it, some substitutes are not worth it." ”

I didn't expect his father to be such a person.

"My mother is no longer here, and for those who have passed away, nothing is worth it, in the end, those have nothing to do with her."

Jiang Qiyan sighed in her heart, thinking of herself in her previous life, she couldn't help laughing at herself.

She thought, at least her mother didn't know that her father betrayed her until she died, and until she died, Jiang Yan was a good husband and a true lover in her heart.

And what about her?

Reliving a life, although it is a great disaster and not dying, but also because of the pain and resentment of the previous life, step by step.

A happy death, a painful death and a tragic memory of a previous life come alive.

The latter is more painful.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Jiang Boying looked at Xiao Suo on Jiang Qiyan's face and took a step forward worriedly.

He always had a feeling that his sister seemed to have changed a lot more than before.