Qiao ruoyi saw the excitement on the face of master xie and said, “Leave that small portrait in my study.”
Xie Yun lowered her voice and said, “You can’t tell anyone about that small portrait. No, you have to burn that small portrait quickly.”
Qiao ruoyi said, “But I think that small portrait is very good, and I think that Miss Xie Yun also cherishes that portrait very much. Now that Miss Xie Yun has passed away, this is her little remaining ink treasure. It would be a pity to burn it.”
At this moment, eunuch Gu came over to invite Xie Yun in.
Xie Yun only warned Qiao ruoyi in her ear, “If you don’t want your sister to be implicated by this portrait, then hurry up and burn that portrait.”
Qiao Ruoyi didn’t understand what patriarch Xie meant, but she caught a glimpse of the red mole beside his ear. It seemed that Xie Yun also had a red mole.
Even if the two of them were twins, didn’t they look too similar?
