Fifteen years ago, when Marquis Dongxiang died in battle along with the Flying Tiger Army, he had a fiancée but had not yet married.
Su Chong is eighteen years old this year.
After the late Duke Chong's heir died, the lady was stabbed, and the only son fell off a cliff, his life or death unknown.
Su Chong's age is suitable, and coincidentally, his name has a "Chong" in it.
Is this just a coincidence?
Could he be the eldest grandson of the Duke Mansion who fell off the cliff?
But could a three-year-old child survive falling off a cliff when the carriage shattered to pieces?
The doorway.
Su Jin stood there, watching him.
Xingxing blinked her eyes.
She insisted, "The Young Master is daydreaming."
"Daydreaming very thoroughly," Su Jin remarked.
"Should I call the Young Master?" Xingxing asked.
"Forget it, don't bother him," Su Jin replied.
Xie Jingchen had a dark expression.
They weren't bothering him yet spoke so loudly.
