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Looking at Bei Zicheng kneeling on the ground, Bei Qingyue raised her eyebrow.

She said, “There’s no use blaming yourself now, wait until Xi’er returns safely to talk about it.”

In any case, Bei Zicheng bears some responsibility for this matter.

After all, it was because he asked Bei Xier to accompany him shopping that led to her abduction.

Bei Zicheng’s expression changed a bit; he could hear the reproach in Bei Qingyue’s words.

He lowered his head slightly, collected himself, and then stood up.

He glanced at Nangong Yun, who was sitting to the side, and only when his gaze returned to the Old Madam did he speak again.

“These people seem to know our whereabouts very well. I suspect they have a connection with someone inside the Bei Family.”

The Old Madam’s hand suddenly clenched tightly: “Related to our Bei Family? Why do you say that?”

Bei Zicheng noticed the Old Madam seemed concerned about this point and quickly explained.

“Cousin Xi’er and I only arranged to go out together this morning. Hardly anyone knew about it.”

“Moreover, both Cousin Xi’er and I are relatively unfamiliar faces in Jin City. Who would know she’s from the Bei Family?”

The Old Madam’s gaze froze, staring at Bei Zicheng in a daze.

She hadn’t considered this point.

Bei Qingyue was the first to react: “Yun’er, go check the surveillance and see if anyone followed them out.”

Nangong Yun immediately stood up and said, “Okay, I’ll go right away.”

Although checking the surveillance might not necessarily help, as the informer could have notified outsiders in other ways.

But nothing else could be done for now, and it was at least a start.

Nangong Yun and Nangong Qingqing quickly exited and headed toward the main house.

It seemed she checked things quite efficiently, as Nangong Yun returned in only half an hour.

Even though it wasn’t appropriate to smile at this moment, a hint of satisfaction was visible on her face.

“Mom, we really found something.”

Bei Qingyue’s heart tightened as she asked, “Who?”

“It’s Baili Xia. After Cousin Zicheng and Xi’er went out, she and Mu Xiaoyao followed them.”

“Also, I asked the security. When they left, they indeed inquired about Xi’er’s whereabouts.”

Baili Xia? Bei Qingyue repeated this name silently, her gaze unconsciously drifting to the Old Madam.

The Old Madam was also looking at her, but there wasn’t much thought behind her eyes about this point.

In her eyes, Baili Xia was You’s fiancée, and with that status, she had no reason to target Bei Xier.

But in Bei Qingyue’s view, it wasn’t the same at all.

She knew that Baili Xia’s blood was the pure blood of the Bei Miao people.

Compared to Nangong Yun’s blood, it was immeasurably purer.

Could she be a descendant of the Nan Family, here to trap the descendants of the Bei Family?

But if she wanted to harm, why not harm Nangong Yun, and instead harm this adopted daughter, Bei Xier?

Was it just because Bei Xier looked like Bei Qingyou, and she feared she might be Bei Qingyou’s daughter?

Of course, there’s another personal reason.

The relationship between Baili Xia and Bei Fengjin was surprisingly good, prompting Feng Jin to change a lot for her.

This deeply provoked jealousy in her heart.

Bei Qingyue furrowed her brows tightly, even though she knew these things. Before confirming Baili Xia’s identity, she couldn’t tell anyone.

Bei Zicheng noticed that no one seemed to suspect Baili Xia, and felt a chill in his heart.

It seemed he still needed to add fuel to the fire.

“Grandmother, maybe it really is her.”

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