Inside the car was a middle-aged man wearing a long gown. He had a long face and small but bright eyes, which made him look quite dignified. His temples on both sides were slightly bulging, which was one of the characteristics of a young master.

There were two other followers, both dressed smartly, with black scarves covering their heads and sharp knives on their backs. Judging from their respectful attitude toward the middle-aged man, they must be bodyguards.

The driver outside the carriage was waving his whip and driving hard.

The carriage galloped forward in a valley with towering peaks on both sides. The muddy road was rugged, and the wheels stirred up snow, water and mud, making the bumps very severe.

The middle-aged man leaned on the soft seat in the car without saying a word. It seemed that the swaying carriage had no effect on him. At this time, he was thinking about how to complete the task assigned to him by the Lord of Beiming City.

Woolen cloth?

He is the chief steward of the Beiming family in Huxiao City... Gao Wuyong.

Yesterday, the city lord of Tiger Roar City, Bei Mingkang, suddenly summoned him in the study.

Bei Mingkang was less than sixty years old. His clothes were not luxurious, but he was so neatly dressed that there was not a single wrinkle that had not been ironed anywhere. The top of his head was tied into a knot as big as a fist, and was smeared with oil, and flies were standing on it.

It doesn't stop, there is a crystal white mithril hairpin stuck on it.

Bei Mingkang was not a handsome man, with a square face and the majesty of a superior. He seemed to be well maintained, but his eyes were a little gloomy.

He pointed to a kraft paper letter with a lacquer cover in front of him and said: "Old Gao, I think I need to trouble you about something. You can read this letter..."

With many years of experience in dealing with Bei Mingkang, Gao Wuyong knew that this was something that the fewer people knew about, the better.

Gao Wuyong opened the letter, which briefly explained the whereabouts of Beiming's second daughter.

On a very cold day, Gao Wuyong felt sweat oozing out from his back. How could such a thing happen? Will the new civet cat replace the prince?

They say anything can happen at Zhongming Dingshi House, but what does this matter?

No wonder the second young lady, Bei Mingjiao Niang, was suddenly seriously injured when she was preparing to enter the family's important place to stimulate her blood. It turned out that Bei Mingjiao Niang was not the master's biological son, but was adopted.

Gao Wuyong didn't quite understand why Beiming's family was heavily guarded and his wife's legitimate daughter would be stolen. This was simply unreasonable.

Not only was she stolen, but she was also abandoned and became the adopted daughter of a hunter's family in the countryside.

This is simply a story that cannot be sung in a play, but it actually happened.

After reading the letter, Gao Wuyong was a little surprised, but did not speak. He was waiting for instructions. As the steward of Beimingkang, he knew what he should do at this time.

"Go get her back."

Bei Mingkang's words at this time contained no love or concern for his daughter, only disgust and disgust.

And he is very dissatisfied with Gao Wuyong now: "You know, if something like this happens at home, how will others view us? And this also happened during your tenure. I believe you will know how to solve this matter.

The thing... there is no danger in your operation this time. The fewer people you bring with you, the better. All relevant personnel must be eliminated together in the future."

There was a bit of dissatisfaction in Bei Mingkang's words, and the things described in the letter definitely touched some weaknesses in his heart. Otherwise, a person like him who is full of self-control would never have trusted the housekeeper for many years.
Chapter completed!