20demayo Chapter 99 Tang Luo Disappears
Chapter 99 Tang Luo Disappears
"You and her..." Sang Yu's sharp gaze was fixed on Murong Qian, as if trying to see through his eyes to the secrets hidden deep in his heart.
The gaze was full of scrutiny and questioning, as if every glance was a sharp sword piercing straight into Murong Qian's heart.
When Murong Qian was stared at by Sang Yu's aggressive gaze, she felt her soul tremble violently, as if a chill had suddenly pierced through her entire body.
However, despite feeling somewhat flustered, he tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor.
"It's nothing! She... is, after all, my betrothed princess!" Murong Qian forced a calm demeanor, but when he mentioned Yun Juan again, the corners of his originally tight lips involuntarily turned up slightly. Although this subtle change was not easy to detect, the emotions contained within it were self-evident.
Sang Yu keenly caught the fleeting curve of Murong Qian's lips and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
The man in front of me always avoided women, and even the bodyguards he personally trained had to keep at least a foot away from him.
But now, just mentioning the princess who hasn't yet married him elicits such a strange expression from him. Sang Yu knows there must be a hidden story behind this.
Seeing that no matter how much she pressed, she couldn't get any more useful information, Sang Yu had no choice but to reluctantly shut her chattering mouth.
A hint of disappointment and frustration was clearly visible in his bright eyes, but he dared not disobey Murong Qian's wishes and could only stand silently in place.
At this moment, Murong Qian frowned slightly and said in a somewhat authoritative tone, "Alright! You must complete the tasks I assigned you before as soon as possible, without the slightest delay!"
After saying that, he waved his hand lightly, signaling Sang Yu to step back.
Upon seeing this, Sang Yu quickly and respectfully replied, "Yes, my good prince, I will take care of it right away!"
Then, he turned around carefully and left the room with light but slightly hurried steps, afraid of displeasing Murong Qian again.
After Sang Yu left, Murong Qian touched her mouth, then picked up the bronze mirror and looked at herself again!
It seemed like she was trying to confirm whether she had really laughed unconsciously just now!
"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened, Your Highness!" The steward's voice rang out, his voice filled with rapid breathing and the sound of pattering footsteps.
Murong Qian sat leisurely in a sandalwood chair, holding a delicate teacup in her hand, from which steam rose gently.
However, at that moment, a series of urgent and panicked shouts suddenly broke the silence.
That was the butler's voice, filled with obvious anxiety and urgency.
Murong Qian's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt.
An inexplicable unease instantly welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but frown, wondering to himself, "What does this urgent sound mean? Has something unexpected happened?"
At the same time, the teacup he had been holding steadily seemed to sense the fluctuation in her heart and tilted slightly.
A few drops of clear tea spilled out and splashed onto the table in front of him, forming small water stains, like blooming water flowers.
"What exactly happened? What on earth happened? Why are you so flustered and reckless? You're making a complete mess of things!" Murong Qian was already harboring a vague unease, and seeing the newcomer's appearance only fueled her anger. Her words poured out like a torrential downpour, laced with barely concealed rage.
He unconsciously furrowed his brow, his eyes widened, and his sharp gaze pierced the newcomer as if trying to penetrate him. However, only he knew that this stern expression was merely an attempt to slightly alleviate the turbulent anxiety churning within him.
"Your Highness, Miss... she's gone missing!" The steward rushed over, panting and out of breath, his voice sharp and trembling with urgency.
Murong Qian was leisurely sitting in the study, flipping through books, when she heard this sudden report. Her heart sank, and the book in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
His face instantly turned incredibly grim, as if water could drip from it, and he roared, "How could they be gone? Didn't I arrange for numerous guards to patrol the manor day and night? Are they all just sitting around doing nothing?!"
The steward trembled with fright and quickly bowed his head, replying, "I don't know either, Your Highness, please calm down. This morning, I went to wake Miss up at the usual time, but when I opened the door, I found the room empty, without a trace of anyone. I immediately mobilized everyone in the manor to search everywhere, but we searched every corner and still couldn't find Miss."
As he spoke, the butler stamped his feet in anxiety, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Upon hearing this, Murong Qian's brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep "川" shape. A strong sense of worry flashed in his deep eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he decisively ordered, "Immediately increase manpower and expand the search area. Even if you have to turn the entire capital upside down, you must find the young lady for me!"
He stood in the center of the courtyard, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes tightly closed.
He silently prayed, "Heavens, please bless Tang Luo so that she only acted on a whim and sneaked out of the palace because she was playing. I hope she can return safely and that she will not encounter any danger or accident."
The thought of Tang Luo possibly encountering misfortune made Murong Qian feel as if her heart was being torn apart.
He knew he bore the heavy responsibility of being a father, and if anything happened to Tang Luo, he would not be able to face the woman he had never met—Tang Luo's mother.
At this moment, Murong Qian's brows were tightly furrowed, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.
He kept repeating to himself, "It must be alright, it must be alright..." Each prayer was filled with anxiety and worry.
A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the hem of his clothes, but he was completely unaware of it. He felt as if he were enveloped by an invisible force, his heart filled with concern for Tang Luo's safety.
The night was deep and all was quiet, yet Murong Qian paced back and forth in his study, his heart burning with anxiety. Time ticked by, and this long half-night felt like an eternity to him.
Despite waiting for so long, there is still no clue about Tang Luo.
Murong Qian frowned, her gaze frequently drifting to the closed door, her heart filled with anxiety and anticipation.
With each approaching footstep, he would look over with hope, longing to hear good news about Tang Luo.
But each time he was disappointed, and this sense of loss made his heart grow heavier and heavier.
The room was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, and Murong Qian's mood was as gloomy as if shrouded in dark clouds.
He kept praying silently in his heart, hoping that Tang Luo would be safe and sound and that news of her whereabouts would come soon.