"You don't recognize it?"
Luo Shuqing gave Fang Shuwen a strange look.
"She's practically your future wife, and you haven't… haven't looked closely at the hair ornament she wears?"
"…"
The corner of Fang Shuwen's mouth twitched. 'How did she become my wife?'
He took the Hairpin, his expression a little complicated.
Luo Shuqing, however, seemed to have a delayed reaction. She suddenly gasped.
"Since we found Sister Lan's Hairpin here…"
"Doesn't that mean… that your guess was right?"
"That the Second Miss of Tingtiao Pavilion was… was locked in here by her father and younger brother?"
Fang Shuwen gazed at the Hairpin and said softly,
"Back when Suhe Jing disappeared, do you think anyone ever considered searching the secret chamber beneath Tingtiao Pavilion's ancestral hall?"
Hearing this, Luo Shuqing's shoulders suddenly slumped. A faint tremor entered her voice.
"Even if someone wanted to search, I doubt… they would have been allowed, would they?"
