Chapter 357

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

On the other side, after the Anqi delivered the news, the coachman had long been waiting at the back gate. After completing his task, the Anqi returned to the Shufang.

When he walked into the Shufang, he found no one inside. He couldn't help but call out in confusion: "Master? Master?"

After a long while, with no response despite several calls, the Anqi secretly thought to himself that perhaps the Master had gone to the mistress's courtyard.

So he decided to wait patiently at the back gate. After all, he was just an Anqi, with nothing valuable on him, let alone anything to tidy up.

The Anqi stood at the back gate, quietly observing the movements around him. Time passed second by second, yet no one came.

He couldn't help but wonder: wasn't it said to be urgent? Why had it been so long without even a shadow in sight?

Just as the Anqi was thinking, suddenly he saw Dan Jiajie's wife.

She was accompanied by four Yatou, each carrying a bundle larger than themselves, walking over with difficulty.

The four Yatou were panting under the heavy bundles, while Dan Jiajie's wife walked in front, urging them on from time to time.

Seeing this scene, the well-trained Anqi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Such a scene was truly comical, completely different from what he had imagined.

At this critical moment, suddenly a troop of men and horses rushed over like a swift wind, instantly surrounding the entire Cishi Fu. The Anqi, seeing this, silently cried out in their hearts that it was bad, knowing they probably couldn't escape even with wings.

At the same time, the Cishi mistress also came to her senses from a dream, standing there in shock, looking around blankly, anxiously searching for her husband's figure.

Facing this sudden change, she was completely at a loss, her mind blank.

The few Yatou standing behind her were equally panicked; the things in their hands seemed unusually heavy, but putting them down didn't seem quite proper either.

For a moment, everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on the burly, rugged-looking man at the gate—this man was Ai Jiao.

Ai Jiao stood at the gate, shouting with a voice like a great bell: "Surround the Cishi Fu for me, not a single fly is allowed to fly out!"

His command was like thunder, and his men immediately took action, with troop after troop guarding every entrance and exit like walls of copper and iron.

However, at this moment Ai Jiao had other calculations in mind. While directing the encirclement, he secretly thought to himself: "Where has Wang gone?"

But soon he remembered the purpose of Yan Wang's visit this time, so he turned to look at the Cishi mistress not far away and said sternly: "Someone, bring her over to me!"

In an instant, two burly soldiers rushed forward like a swift wind; their steps were steady and powerful, as if foretelling that a storm was about to arrive.

However, facing this sudden situation, Cishi mistress Yu Min, though somewhat flustered in her heart, was after all someone who had seen the world, and still maintained her composure on the surface.

Just as the two soldiers approached, Yu Min suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of dignity: "I'll go myself, don't touch me!"

Her tone was firm and left no room for doubt. After speaking, she strode toward Ai Jiao without hesitation, each step seeming somewhat heavy.

Seeing this, Ai Jiao slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile. He gazed at Yu Min as she gradually approached, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. When she walked up to him, Ai Jiao asked: "Who are you?"

Yu Min composed herself, straightened her body, and replied: "I am Cishi mistress Yu Min." Her voice was clear and resounding, revealing an innate noble bearing.

Ai Jiao nodded slightly to show he understood, then continued to ask: "Oh, so you are the Cishi mistress, that's wonderful. Then, where is Dan Jiajie?"

His words were direct and concise, as if he didn't care much about Min's identity.

Upon hearing this, Min's heart tightened. She immediately realized that the man before her was actually so bold as to directly call her husband by his name.

From this it could be seen that this person must have a significant background, and obviously did not fear Dan Jiajie's power and influence. So Min hesitated for a moment and replied: "I don't know where the master went either."

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away. Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a young man walking toward this side.

He saw many soldiers ahead from afar, and his own mother was heavily surrounded; his face instantly turned pale. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around, preparing to run away.

At this moment, Ai Jiao's gaze was like a torch, and he immediately spotted the young man not far away, shouting loudly: "Who is that? Quickly bring him over to me!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the young man seemed to sense danger and turned to flee. However, the soldiers by Ai Jiao's side were no pushovers; they immediately quickened their pace and chased after him like arrows leaving the bow.

After all, these soldiers often underwent strict training in daily life, and their physical fitness and reaction speed were far beyond what ordinary dandy sons could compare to. Not long after, they successfully caught up with that young man.

Seeing that escape was hopeless, the young man actually still tried to struggle, but how could he be a match for two well-trained soldiers? Only to see the two soldiers attack from left and right, instantly pressing the young man down firmly, then carrying him like a little chicken to Ai Jiao's presence.

Ai Jiao looked closely; this young man was dressed in fine clothing and had an extraordinary bearing—no matter how you looked at it, he didn't seem like an ordinary servant boy. So she turned to look at Min beside her and asked doubtfully: "This is?"

Min obviously hadn't expected Ai Jiao to suddenly ask; she hesitated slightly, but soon regained her composure and casually replied: "Oh, this is my son's servant boy, probably here to deliver a message, I suppose."

However, upon hearing his mother answer this way, the young man dared not speak up to refute. He kept his head down and remained silent, seemingly agreeing quite a bit with his mother's words.

Seeing this, Ai Jiao couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, mocking: "You think I'm a fool? Your family's servant's clothing material is so good—could it be that you treat your family's servant better than your own son?"

Min knew very well in her heart that explaining further at this point would be useless, so she decided to honestly confess: "This is indeed my son, Dan Yuan.

However, he really doesn't know where the master is. We only received the message delivered by the Anqi, saying that the master told us to quickly tidy up valuable things and prepare to flee."

Hearing this, Ai Jiao couldn't help but curiously ask further: "Anqi? Which Anqi? Where is the Anqi?"

Min without hesitation thoroughly betrayed the Anqi, pointing to the black-clad man not far away and saying: "It was him who delivered the message to us!"