I insist

Chapter 472: Tricky

The Prime Minister frowned slightly when he saw Leng Qiulian being so obedient; he knew his granddaughter well enough.

Although she had agreed, she was thinking something else entirely and was absolutely not going to give up so easily. In order to prevent her from going down the wrong path, the Prime Minister had no choice but to speak again.

"Lian'er, you and he are not suitable for each other, so you should give up. Don't end up in a situation where you can't go back to your old ways."

Leng Qiulian's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected her grandfather to use the phrase "utterly doomed" to describe the matter.

However, she felt that the Prime Minister was just making a fuss over nothing. He was just a man, how could he possibly be doomed?

Although she thought this in her heart, Leng Qiulian dared not say it to the Prime Minister's face. She nodded slightly and said, "Grandpa, I will remember what you say."

The Prime Minister carefully examined Leng Qiulian, knowing that she would not listen to him at all, so he simply stopped saying anything, after all, everyone has their own fate.

When Leng Qiulian heard the Prime Minister sigh, she knew that he already knew her thoughts, but since he didn't say anything, she naturally wouldn't either.

"Alright, you may leave now. I have other matters to attend to," the Prime Minister said softly, waving his hand.

Leng Qiulian nodded slightly to the Prime Minister and then left with her maid.

She didn't even see the Prime Minister looking at her from behind with such pitiful eyes.

In fact, Leng Qiulian was unconvinced and felt that the Prime Minister had exaggerated. She had made up her mind to make Yu Huailin marry her.

After Leng Qiulian arrived at her boudoir, she said to her maid, "Go and investigate who that young master is."

"Find out their name and what they do."

The maidservant hadn't expected Leng Qiulian to want to investigate Yu Huailin, so she quickly said, "Miss, didn't Master already say that that man is not suitable for you?"

And he'll be doomed forever, so why is Miss still investigating him?

"This is none of your business. Go ahead and investigate. Make sure you investigate thoroughly, clearly Xiaobai's doing." Leng Qiulian said very seriously.

The maid still felt it was inappropriate and was about to speak again to persuade Leng Qiulian, but she was stopped by her.

"Am I your master or is Grandpa your master? You listen to him so much. Why don't you go and serve Grandpa instead?"

Leng Qiulian was most annoyed by people questioning her decisions, and she looked at the maid with great dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Leng Qiulian was truly angry, the maid quickly knelt on the ground: "Miss, please forgive me. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."

"Alright, get up. If you say that, people who don't know the situation might think I'm some kind of mistress who's harsh on her maids, which isn't good for my reputation."

Leng Qiulian looked down at the maid and said indifferently.

The maid slowly stood up, a slight smile playing on her lips: "This servant knows her mistake and will never make this mistake again."

Leng Qiulian was very satisfied with this. She nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I will draw a portrait in a while. Take the portrait to him and you should be able to find him quickly."

The maid dared not say anything more and could only obey and stand aside, waiting for Leng Qiulian to give her the portrait.

Leng Qiulian walked to the desk next to her, and as soon as she picked up her pen, Yu Huailin's image appeared in her mind. She then quickly drew the portrait.

Looking at the finished portrait, Leng Qiulian was very satisfied. She had never encountered such a situation before when painting, without stopping or interrupting her work.

And the likeness is so striking! Leng Qiulian thought to herself, "We are a match made in heaven, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to paint you so smoothly."

We are destined to be together, and I'm waiting for you to come and marry me.

Thinking of this, Leng Qiulian handed the portrait to her maid and asked her to find this young master as soon as possible, believing that she would definitely be able to find him.

The maid took the painting and left the mansion immediately. Perhaps she was lucky, because she actually found Yu Huailin.

To her surprise, Yu Huailin and Song Miqiu were standing shoulder to shoulder, their fingers intertwined, looking very sweet together.

The maidservant's eyes widened when she saw this. She then took the painting and returned to the Prime Minister's residence to tell Leng Qiulian about it.

Leng Qiulian was surprised that the maid had returned so quickly. She asked anxiously, "Why did you come back so soon? Did you manage to find out the young master's name?"

The maid glanced at Leng Qiulian, hesitating, unsure of how to begin.

Seeing her hesitation, Leng Qiulian frowned: "Why are you hesitating like this? Just tell me what's going on."

"Yes, Miss, I have indeed found the young master's location, but he already has someone he loves, and the two are deeply in love."

"Miss, he already has someone he loves, why would you want to throw yourself at him?"

The maid looked at Leng Qiulian and said very seriously that, in her opinion, her mistress was worthy of anyone and there was no need to compete with others for her affections.

Leng Qiulian was surprised that Yu Huailin already had someone he liked, and sighed, "What a pity."

Hearing Leng Qiulian's words, the maid breathed a sigh of relief. This way, she could accomplish what the Prime Minister had said—killing two birds with one stone.

After the maid left, Yu Huailin turned to look at the spot where the maid had just stood. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he was puzzled.

When Song Miqiu saw that he kept looking outside, he turned his head to look as well, but he didn't see anything. Apart from ordinary people, there was no one else around.

"What are you looking at? Is something wrong?" Song Miqiu asked.

Yu Huailin shook his head repeatedly: "It's nothing, maybe I'm just being paranoid. Things are finally less busy here, shouldn't you take a good rest?"

Song Miqiu nodded: "Of course I need to rest properly. It's probably because I've been too busy lately that I feel like something's wrong with my body."

Yu Huailin reached out and patted her head: "You've been pushing yourself too hard for too long, that's why you're like this. Since there's nothing else today, let's go."

Song Miqiu nodded and took Yu Huailin's hand, leading him outside.

Before they even reached the entrance, a group of people suddenly rushed over, completely filling the clinic and surrounding it.

Upon seeing this, Yu Huailin quickly shielded Song Miqiu behind him and looked warily at the newcomer.

The guards surveyed the area around the clinic before asking menacingly, "Who here is Song Miqiu?"

"You're looking for Song Miqiu to treat your illness? Where is the patient?" Yu Huailin didn't ask her to come out; instead, he returned to the guards' room.

The soldier looked at Yu Huailin and said coldly, "You are not Song Miqiu, so I have no need to answer your question about who Song Miqiu is."

“I am,” Song Miqiu stepped out from behind Yu Huailin and said softly.