Qiao Qingyu stared unblinkingly at Second Aunt Qiao, remembering that this woman had always been selfish and fond of stirring up trouble. If it weren't for the elders keeping watch, there's no telling what mischief she might have caused.
Fortunately, Uncle Qiao was a reasonable man, so even with some minor frictions, they would often turn a blind eye and let it pass.
Qiao Qingyu's face turned cold, "Second Aunt, tell me the truth, did my mother's knot really get lost?"
"Why would I lie to you? It's really gone."
Beside her, Uncle Qiao could not help but interject, "Then you should search again. Qingyu is waiting to return to the provincial city."
