Bespoke

She had originally planned to find a scholar to marry in the capital. If the scholars were so boring, she felt that it would be better not to marry.

"That's because he isn't interested in you." Yi Qing joked.

Xue Miao rolled her eyes at Yi Qing, holding her whip and sitting on a chair.

"I heard that Lord Xu has a murder case against me?" Yi Qing casually sat on a chair at the side.

"Yes." Xu Mao stood up. "Yi An's concubine was humiliated in front of the gates of the first rank general's mansion. When she returned, she was so ashamed that she crashed into a pillar and died."

"Really?" Yi Qing's eyes lit up, "It's a bit of a bargain for her." "She's already so angry, why didn't she just crash to her death in front of my house, so that I could take a look at her."

Before Yi Qing's plan could be prepared, Sima Shi was already dead. He felt a little regretful.