Chapter 111 (1/2)

Since he had returned, Ning Yunzhao had seen her This was not usual of her son

”My brother played a hefty suo talk to Father and Grand Yunyan absent-mindly

The terror and apprehension in Yangcheng had faded away like se

Losingdeal

A girl's good na

Even if heaven collapsed, there would still be some people on top

As for whether or not Lin Jin'er would say that Ning Yunyan had made her worried, she was even less worried

Where was the proof? Wanting to be a concubine was her oish The Ning Fareed

Ning Yunyan herself was just a young lady How could she e? And even if she said stuff likepeople her sister-in-law, that was just a child's joke

A child's words carry no harhable

This was all Lin Jin'er's own doing Wanting to fra Fa miss

Eldest Mada that took place on March 3rd at the Jinyun Hall, so when she heard this, she did not care at all

”What could be so i toto ask about how much money it was

Ning Yunyan nodded eagerly

Yes, Big Brother betting so in this fa Brother's

At thein his own study, his expression unprecedentedly solemn

”Say, what relationshi+p does Miss Lin and Yanyan have?” he asked, looking at the servant girl kneeling in front of him

The young servant girl was tre Yunyan's personal servant, Little Yue

”noble Son, there is nothing Just nor misses,” she said shakily

Ning Yunzhao turned and walked up to his desk

Relief flashed through Little Yue's eyes

Tenth noble Son was a warm, jade-like, and modest noble son He did not discriminate between the noble and the lowly noble Son had never yelled at a servant

This thought flashed through her mind when she heard a crisp sound

A sround, shattering

This brush pot!

Little Yue stared

Miss Yanyan said that this was her brother's craquelure porcelain brush pot It was extre, there likely was not another

”Tenth noble Son” she called out in a shaky voice

Ning Yunzhao took back his hand and whirled around, glaring at her from above

”You servant broketo do?” he asked calmly

Little Yue's face paled instantly, looking at Ning Yunzhao incredulously

”noble Son,” she called out shakily

”Do you not want to be sold? Or do you wantYunzhao continued his questions in his calm tone

Tears fell froround

The gentle, jade-like noble son was scarier than a hoodlum, because there were no people that wouldn't believe him

”noble Son, I'll talk, I'll talk,” she sobbed

Spring days grew darkerFa the servants busy outside, Eldest Madalass outside

”Why hasn't Yunzhao come back yet?” she asked

A servant hurried to reply

”He is probably still discussing poetry with the o look”