"You two ran away secretly, didn't you? You must be eloping."
A cunning glint flashed in Qi Peiyao's eyes as she sized them up with great interest.
Ji Qingwu was slightly taken aback. Her gaze flickered, and her tone held a hint of probing.
"How… how could you tell?"
With a slight movement of her wrist, she signaled for Si Hai to remain calm.
Qi Peiyao smiled confidently, returning to the couch and leaning back. Lazily, she said, "I may not be good at much, but I've always been an excellent judge of character."
Ji Qingwu said, "You have a keen eye, madam."
Qi Peiyao was half right—they had indeed run away, but their relationship was not what she imagined.
Ji Qingwu said, "The young master and I ran away from home. We're hoping to find shelter with relatives in Longzhou."
With his mask gone, Si Hai heard the word "eloping" and then heard Ji Qingwu call him "young master." He instantly flushed red to the tips of his ears, lowering his head and not daring to speak.
