The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Hearing Mrs. Jin's words, the faces of the people present were shocked.

Tang Yixien's heart suddenly became complicated. He didn't expect Mrs. Jin to speak so bluntly.

No matter what, he and Jin Xiaoxiao's Taoist couple ceremony shouldn't be brought up at this time, right?

Moreover, he always felt that Mrs. Jin was not the type of person who could be so sad.

Something isn't quite right.

But when I thought about the fact that she was my mother, I was probably just worried and confused.

Sheng Qing was filled with ambition. He was still here. Was it so obvious that he was forcing her to marry him?

But when he looked up and saw Mrs. Jin's slightly red eyes, he swallowed his breath again.

Although Xuan Yuran felt uncomfortable listening to this, he seemed to understand Mrs. Jin.

Tang Yixian didn't know how to answer for a moment. He lowered his clear eyes and said with a sincere and comforting tone:

"Mrs. Jin... the most urgent thing now is to find Xiaoxiao back."

"Madam... why are you saying this?" The head of the Jin family held Madam Jin's hand and said, but there was no blame in his tone.

When Mrs. Jin saw that Tang Yixian did not agree, the soft expectation and sadness in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she turned calm and composed.

"Young Master Tang, I am sorry for being so abrupt."

Tang Yixien smiled faintly, expressing his understanding.

These are Jin Xiaoxiao's parents and elders. In front of them, Tang Yixien is cold but also gentle.

"Master Tang must be happy that Young Master Tang is back, right?" Mrs. Jin asked casually.

"My father doesn't know about this yet. He arrived home first." Tang Yixien replied truthfully.

Mrs. Jin's eyes seemed to flash, and she reached out to adjust the hairpin on her head and said:

"The tea is cold. Change it to some Rainforest Longjing tea."

"Yes, ma'am."

The young servant's expression darkened for a moment, and he immediately left.

Soon, a few cups of hot tea were placed on the table, with wisps of hot steam wafting in the air.

The aroma of tea becomes stronger.

Mrs. Jin's face was calm and beautiful, and she said softly:

"In that case, Master Tang, thank you for your concern. We are also worried about Xiaoxiao being out there alone."

Tang Yixian's tone was somewhat sincere:

"Mrs. Jin, you're too polite. Xiaoxiao is my disciple from Biling Peak, so it's only natural."

Mrs. Jin picked up the teacup in front of her and said softly:

"Young Master Tang, please have some tea. This is the finest Longjing tea, produced at our family's teahouse."

Tang Yixien's eyes inadvertently deepened.

This is the second time tea has been poured. It would be impolite for the head of the family not to drink it.

The three of them didn't move, as if they were all immersed in Jin Xiaoxiao's affairs and had no other thoughts.

Mrs. Jin looked at the teacup, her brows slightly furrowed, and she softened for a moment.

The head of the Jin family, who was standing next to him, looked at his wife and felt that something was not right.

Tang Yixian curled the corners of his lips slightly and said to Sheng Qingye beside him:

"Mrs. King said the tea was good."

When Sheng Qingye heard his master say this, he immediately understood that he wanted him to drink to ease the atmosphere.

He was also a little thirsty, so without saying a word, he picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

He didn't taste anything, he just felt that the good tea was too bitter.

Xuan Yuran, who was standing nearby, also noticed that something was wrong.

Sheng Qingye's heart and eyes were filled with Tang Yixian. It was as if his brain was filled with spiritual power every day, and he couldn't think of much else.

Tang Yixian placed his slender white fingertips on the teacup, pursed his thin lips and asked softly:

"tasty?"

"It's okay, just a little bitter." Sheng Qingye said casually.

Tang Yixian's eyes dimmed slightly, the corners of his lips softened, and he looked at Mrs. Jin opposite him and said:

"Mrs. Jin, what kind of poison did you give me? It's so bitter? Even Sheng Qingye can taste it, it's really bitter."

.......

Sheng Qingye was stunned.

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

"snort."

Mrs. Jin couldn't help but sneer, which was considered an admission.

The young master of the Tang family is indeed powerful.

"Oh, I haven't done it for a long time, I'm not good at it anymore." Mrs. Jin curled her lips and supported her chin with her hand, saying with a touch of the graceful charm of a young woman.

Gentle, shrewd and open-minded.

This is the real Mrs. Jin.

She wanted to keep Tang Yixien. No one knew he was here, and Lord Tang didn't know he was back either.

But looking at the slightly immature and cold Young Master Tang in front of him, it turned out that he was not that simple.

The head of the Jin family had a pale face and looked at his wife in disbelief.

He knew that his wife was very courageous when she was young, and she is still so now.

"Young Master Tang, aren't you afraid that Sheng Qingye will be poisoned?" Mrs. Jin asked in confusion.

"He loves to drink."

Sheng Qingye: "..."

"Madam, what are you...doing?" The head of the Jin family said quickly to smooth things over.

Are you trying to poison the young master of the Tang family?

"You know what your son is like. If you keep him here and lock him up in the mansion, Xiaoxiao will naturally be happy. What if he comes back?"

Mrs. Jin was somewhat confused for a moment. As a mother, she lost her composure.

The head of the Jin family's face turned even redder, and he said with a reproachful tone:

"Next time, don't use such a bitter poison."

.....

Tang Yixien coughed lightly.

Did he hear it correctly?

next time?

Knowing that Master Jin loves his wife, this is too much.

Growing up in such an environment, it’s no wonder that Jin Xiaoxiao has such a calm personality.

Xuan Yuran was also shocked by this move. Was he planning to poison the three of them and then kidnap his master?

It was a bold idea, but he thought Mrs. Jin was a really interesting person.

Since Jin Xiaoxiao was not there, Tang Yixien said goodbye.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to leave soon.

Mrs. Jin saw that she couldn't keep Tang Yixian by any means, so she said sincerely and meaningfully:

"Can you bring Xiaoxiao back?"

Tang Yixian nodded slightly.

"Ma'am, don't worry."

The head of the Jin family and Mrs. Jin watched Tang Yixien's tall and elegant figure leave.

Mrs. Jin held her handkerchief and raised her eyebrows:

"I haven't seen the young master of the Tang family for ten years. He looks even more handsome than before, and he has a good personality. No wonder my son likes him."

The head of the Jin family shook his head slightly, his chin trembling.

"Yeah, Xiaoxiao is too picky."

Mrs. Jin covered her mouth with her handkerchief and said teasingly, "Isn't it the same as you?"

Servant: “…”

After a while, Mrs. Jin's expression calmed down.

"Is Xiaoxiao's consciousness still stable?"

"Um.."

Although the head of the Jin family didn't know where Jin Xiaoxiao was, he knew he was alive.

"Thank goodness, Young Master Tang is back." Mrs. Jin turned around and walked towards the front hall.

When Xiaoxiao comes back, she will first make up for the bird's nest, as hers are all wrinkled.

The head of the Jin family felt that he had lost weight, and all those banquets were arranged.

Tang Yixien is back, which means Jin Xiaoxiao’s life is back too, and everything will be fine.

The young servant followed his master to see someone off and was thinking about it on the way back. Then he slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered where he had seen Tang Yixien.

In their young master's study, there are portraits and paintings of the young master who looks like a banished immortal.

This was the young master that their young master had copied countless times. It turned out that he was the young master of the Tang family, Tang Yixin.

Diandian was speeding along the way, and she could only sense her master's anxiety.

Tang Yixien tightened the reins in his hands, his eyes calm, and the sound of the wind whistled past his ears.

His mind was full of what the head of the Jin family said, and Jin Xiaoxiao was kneeling in the snow.