Chapter 71
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Apart from her identity as the wife of the general, she did not have anything else.
The name of Luo Xinglan was a taboo in the General's Mansion and no one dared to mention it. Leng Xiangyu did not expect to hear it today.
Her maid, Aunt Lan, could not help but say, "Madam, why do you have to compare yourself with such a woman? Luo Xinglan is not even comparable to your little finger in the master's heart! "
Leng Xiangyu sneered, "What do you know? That woman has a special place in his heart! Have you seen all the new concubines that he has? All of them have her shadow! Some of them have the same eyebrows, some have the same mouth, and one of them is even funnier with a similar name! She was also taken home by him like a treasure! That concubine Zhou only has a pair of dimples and a pair of eyes that look like her, but he still spoiled her for two years! "
Luo Xinglan had passed away for almost ten years, and the servants, maids, and old women in the General's Mansion had been changed. No one knew about the case, and most of them did not even know how Luo Xinglan looked like.
Although Aunt Lan was the confidant of Leng Xiangyu, she had only been in the General's Mansion for five to six years. She did not know that the concubines in the General's Mansion had such a background. She was stunned for a moment.
Leng Xiangyu seemed to realize that she had made a mistake. She sighed and changed the topic, "Is there any news about the second young master?"
Aunt Lan quickly said, "Madam, don't worry. I just got the news that the second young master will be back the day after tomorrow."
Leng Xiangyu let out a sigh of relief and ordered, "Then go and tidy up the second young master's room. He loves cleanliness, and he will not be able to sleep if there is a trace of dust in the room …"
"Madam, don't worry. We have already prepared everything. There is someone cleaning the second young master's room every day. There will be nothing wrong with it."
Leng Xiangyu then let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had a good son!
Her son was her backbone and the only child in the Gu Mansion. As long as her son was here, her position in the General's Mansion would be stable. As for the other foxes, they would only be around for two to three years, and they would not be a problem at all!
Thinking of this, she temporarily let go of all the unhappiness in her heart and ordered the servants to prepare for the return of her son.
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Gu Xietian did not spend the night at Zhou concubine's place, he only ate a meal at her place. During the meal, he was frequently absent-minded, he did not even hear Zhou concubine's warm and soft voice clearly.
After the meal, he went out again and didn't let anyone follow him. Unknowingly, he strolled into a small courtyard.
The courtyard wasn't big, and it was located in a remote location. There was a large copper lock hanging on the courtyard's door. The lock was already rusty, and there was a thick layer of dust on the door. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.
Gu Xietian stood in front of the door in a daze for a moment. Finally, he gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and broke the lock. He pushed the door open and walked in.
The small courtyard was even more deserted. The luxuriant grass was as tall as a person. The windows and doors of the small hut in the courtyard were also broken. It couldn't be any more desolate.
Gu Xietian stood in the courtyard for a moment, then pushed open the dilapidated door and slowly walked in.
The furnishings in the building were simple to begin with, and after so many years of neglect, all the furniture was covered in a thick layer of dust.
There was a wooden bed in the room, and the wooden bed was covered with a thin quilt that could no longer be seen clearly.
Gu Xietian didn't care about the dirt and slowly sat down on the bed. He stretched out his hand to touch the thin quilt. His fingers slid across the quilt inch by inch, and the dust rose with his movement. The air was a little choking, but he didn't seem to notice it. In the end, he simply hugged the quilt in his arms and buried his face in the quilt, as if he was smelling the lingering smell of someone.
However, nearly ten years had passed, and even the quilt that that person had once covered would no longer have any residue. What he smelled was just a strong musty smell.
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