Han Qiao didn't care about her at all, and Heng Yi didn't know who she was.
When they arrived at the main courtyard, Han Qiao was so angry that she laughed when she saw that the room was either pink or red.
"Shulan, Duan Yue."
Han Qiao continued coldly, "Bring some men and tear all of this apart. Also, who was in charge of managing the household affairs previously? Call them over."
No matter how stupid Heng Yi was, he could hear Han Qiao's displeasure.
The things in this room were indeed not what Han Qiao liked.
Han Qiao wouldn't use pink or purple for the gauze mosquito net.
"When I left, I let Qin Song take care of everything."
Han Qiao knew Qin Song.
Constable Qin.
The woman in red was somehow related to Constable Qin.
Qin Song strode over into the courtyard.
Behind him was the girl in red.
Qin Song entered, and Duan Yue and Shulan brought a few servant girls to take down the gauze curtain.