It was night, and everyone in Xiahou Mansion had fallen asleep. The porter old Wu Tou was in charge of the night tonight, but with the warm fire, sleepiness had already hit the old Wu Tou's body, and after a while, even snoring sounded.

"Bang bang bang!" A quick knock on the door frightened the sleeping old Wu Tou, and the whole person suddenly became sleepy.

"Who!" Old Wu Tou put on his coat and yelled impatiently at the door.

"Open the door! The eldest young master is back! A teenager outside the door replied with the same impatience.

"Huh?!" As soon as he heard the words "eldest young master", Lao Wu Tou was suddenly shocked, and immediately opened the door in a hurry.

The door slowly opened, and a young man in armor with a cold face appeared in front of Old Wu Tou.

"Great, young master!" Old Wu bowed in a trembling voice.

Xiahou Yan glanced coldly at the trembling old Wu Tou, threw the horsewhip in his hand to the little guy behind him, and walked quickly towards the inner courtyard.

"Humph! Look how lazy you are! Xiao Lizi, the little servant who followed Xiahou Yan, made a grimace at Lao Wu Tou, stuffed the horse whip and burden in his hand into Lao Wu Tou's arms, and hurriedly chased in the direction where Xiahou Yan left.

Xiahou Yan never imagined that he had only been out of the city for a few days to train in the army, and when he came back, he was already separated from his sister forever! Looking at the three words "Xiahou Ying" on the cold spirit card in front of him, Xiahou Yan only felt a pain in his chest and couldn't breathe. Obviously, a few days ago, my sister was still pestering herself for a gift, why did she turn into a lifeless corpse when we met again?! Xiahou Yan's eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, and he tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart, but his whole body still trembled.

"Why isn't there even a night watchman in this mourning hall?" Xiao Lizi, who came later, looked at the empty mourning hall and said dissatisfiedly.

Xiao Lizi's words made Xiahou Yan's eyes darken, and his face became more gloomy, "Go!" After speaking, Xiahou Yan took the lead in leaving the mourning hall.

The news of the eldest young master's return to the house soon spread in the mansion, and the old lady Xiahou, who had been lying down to rest, refused to sleep after learning that his grandson had returned, and had to see his grandson.

"Grandmother!" Xiahou Yan bowed respectfully to his grandmother.

"Yan'er!" When Xiahou Lao Taijun finally saw her grandson, tears immediately welled up, and she hugged Xiahou Yan and said in a trembling voice, "Ying'er, she ......" mentioned her favorite granddaughter, Xiahou Lao Taijun was directly choked up and speechless.

"Grandson already knows......" Xiahou Yan hugged his grandmother and nodded slightly.

"It's good for you to come back, young master!" Luo Qiyue wiped her "tears" with a handkerchief, and said to Xiahou Yan, "The old lady hasn't eaten a bite of anything all day for the eldest lady's business, please hurry up and help persuade you!" ”

Hearing Luo Qiyue's words, Xiahou Yan sneered, "Oh, it turns out that my aunt was too worried about her grandmother's body, so she forgot to arrange a night watch in Ying'er's mourning hall?" ”

"Yan'er, what did you say?" Old lady Xiahou looked at Xiahou Yan in disbelief.

"Grandmother, my grandson just went to Ying'er's mourning hall, but it turned out to be empty, and there wasn't even a person keeping vigil." After speaking, Xiahou Yan did not forget to cast a cold look at Luo Qiyue, who was standing on the side.

"What's going on!" Old lady Xiahou asked loudly at his daughter-in-law.

"I ...... I ......" Xiahou Yan's questioning came too suddenly, and Luo Qiyue couldn't think of a reason for explaining it for a while.

"Old lady, Aunt Yue, it's not good!" Suddenly, a little maid ran in from outside the door with a panicked look, "Oh no, no! The yard of the big lady is haunted! ”