The vision in the sky, the flash of the carriage flying in and out, the aunts saw it in their eyes, but they all thought of the heirloom-like storage bag in the house for the first time, of Master yuanjue, of Xia Qing's master, and of Xianggong's repeated exhortations-Qing wench, even flying in the sky is normal, not a word! To Xia Qing, that can only be a word to hide, no matter who to hide,...