Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 1670: Long Yang is depressed

He did not dare to imagine the scene of such a young child, who was only born that year, being thrown to the ground.

He was lucky that he caught Jill in time.

Looking at the sleeping girl, he lowered his head and placed a light kiss on Jill's hair.

Evening.

After dinner, Chu Qi sent Jier back to the house, and then went back to the study.

The guard followed up and reported: "General, my subordinates have found clues from that woman. The woman's arm has the royal totem of Southern Xinjiang tattooed on her. She should be from Southern Xinjiang."

Chu Qi had already guessed it. Hearing this, he was not very surprised, "Well, I already know about this matter, let's put it aside for now. I have other things now that I need you to do."

Jinwei Lianrong asked: "Please give orders to the general."

Chu Qi thought for a while, took out the letter paper and spread it out, wrote a paragraph on it, then folded it up and put it in an envelope, and handed it to Jin Wei.

"Lin Mo, you personally send this letter to the Imperial Capital and hand it over to the Emperor."

Lin Mo took it without asking any further questions, "Yes."

"Send it to the emperor as quickly as possible." Chu Qi explained again, "Let's go after dawn."

"This subordinate takes orders." Lin Mo took the envelope, left the study, and went down to prepare.

Chu Qi stood in front of the open window, looking at the deep night outside, with melancholy on his brows.

Jill already has a knot in her mind.

He felt that the person who tied the bell was needed to untie the bell.

The knot in Jier's heart still needs to be untied by the emperor.

I hope that after receiving his letter, the emperor will come to Xishuiguan to untie the knot in Jier's heart.

He gave a long sigh, left the study, and went to Jill's room.

Jill just got out of the shower and sat by the window with her wet hair loose.

Chu Qi took the cloth towel, walked over, closed the window first, then walked behind her, and gently wiped her wet hair.

Jill looked back and smiled at him.

Chu Qi held the cloth towel's fingers and tightened them tightly.

Although Jier was smiling, her lonely smile made him feel a dull pain in his heart.

He smiled as if nothing had happened, and didn't stop until he dried her hair. When he took her hand, he found that her hand was very cold, and his heart tightened suddenly, suppressing the pain and saying: "Jill, it's cold at night, don't sit by the window."

"Okay." Ji'er obediently responded, stood up, and sat down on the bed with him.

Seeing that her hair was dry, Jier said to Chu Qi: "Xiao Qi, it's getting late, and you've been tired all day, go back to sleep."

Chu Qi was stunned for a moment, staring at her with black eyes.

He thought that she would keep him like last night and not let him go.

"Okay." After a while, Chu Qi answered, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, and then turned and left.

Looking at the closed door, the smile on Jill's face disappeared, and she sat on the bed with her knees hugged, her face buried in her knees, and she curled up tightly.

Outside the door, Chu Qi did not leave immediately.

He stood outside for a long time, until the lights in the house went out, and then he walked away with heavy steps.

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Lin Mo rode the fastest horse, traveled day and night, and rode fast. After five days, he finally arrived at the Imperial Capital, met Long Yang, and handed him the letter that Chu Qi had given him.

Looking at the dusty guards who were about to collapse at any moment, Long Yang's heart sank, thinking Jier was in danger.

But when he opened the envelope and saw the contents of the letter, he staggered and sat down under the chair. His whole body suddenly seemed to have aged a few years, and his brows were full of depression.