First Lady

Ming Ye narrowed his eyes into two thin slits, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and frowned slightly.

"What has he been doing lately?"

"It's nothing, it's a normal behavior, oh... There was a domestic Beijing opera troupe performing in London, so he invited a few to his home to sing for him."

Duke Vincent has always declared that he loves Chinese culture, so Chu Qiao doesn't think it's unusual for him to do so.

"Oh, what are you singing?" Ming Ye's fingers paused. [

"The Peony Pavilion."

Ming Ye suddenly laughed, which made Chu Qiao very puzzled: "Master, Duke Vincent used to invite Chinese people who sang Peking opera to his home to sing opera. Is there something wrong this time?"

Ming Ye smiled and said: "Don't worry, nothing happened. If he really saw through our actions, why would he continue to place so many people in the Ming Mansion? I guess he just has doubts in his heart and wants to test it out." , don't act rashly, everything...as usual."

Everyone knows what kind of play Peony Pavilion is playing. People who listen to this play must be quite leisurely. If they are anxious, how could they order this kind of play to listen to it.

Therefore, Duke Vincent was just playing tricks, and wanted to use this to test the situation on their side. If they were fooled, they would definitely change their original plan urgently, and they happened to be fooled by him.

If there is no movement from them, then Duke Vincent just sent someone to steal the human skin map with peace of mind, and they will win at that time.

Chu Qiao still doesn't understand, is it really strange that he listened to "The Peony Pavilion"?

But Mingye didn't seem to intend to explain anything to Chu Qiao, and before he could ask, he said, "Tell Zixi not to ask him any more, so as not to be suspected, just follow his plan."

Shao Zixi's temper was a bit impatient, so he had to be reassured quickly.

"I'll contact him as soon as I get back."

"It's okay, you can go back first, and pay more attention to the company's affairs."

"Yes, sir..."

In the bedroom on the second floor, Lan Shan finally put on her wedding dress with the help of Mi Sha.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, watching the radiant fading of the white gauze in the mirror, Mi Sha sincerely admired: "No wonder people always say that the bride is the most beautiful woman in the world,"