C3 (1/2)

Because of this little episode, Jiang Wan and the others didn't enter the city until the end of the year. When they stopped in front of a four-way house in Sansui Alley, it was already late in the day.

Under the lead of the servant, Jasmine, they stepped off the carriage and carefully got off the carriage. One by one, a beautiful woman in her forties, who was dressed in a stony blue Dorothea cloak and an autumn persimmon jacket, was helped out of the carriage by someone, and then she looked at the two old sophora trees at the entrance that were covered with snow and littered with branches.

Although he was disgusted with the person in front of him, considering that she was still his parents, it was best for him to lower his stance a little.

While thinking in her heart, Jiang Wan walked towards the beautiful woman in small steps, respectfully blessed her, and softly called out, ”Mother.”

The beautiful woman turned her head and looked at her, nodding slightly. However, her expression was as tranquil as a buddha's in a temple: ”How come you don't know how to wear more? ”Compared to Zhenjiang, Beijing is much colder here.”

This beautiful woman in her forties was her mother, the third wife of the Jiang Clan, the Qin Clan.

”Mother did.” Jiang Wan obediently agreed, and then let Lilac, who had followed her, tie a gray crane colored brocade silk cloak to her.

Behind her, a thirteen or fourteen year old girl wearing a red and white marten cloak jumped down from another car and ran towards them like a gust of wind. Jiang Wan tactfully moved to the side.

”Mother, mother, are we finally home? Is he going to be living in Beijing from now on? ” The young girl dived head first into his embrace, and a trace of a doting smile appeared on the previously tranquil face of the Qin family.

”Yes, we're home.” With a smile on her face, née Qin held onto the young woman's hand and walked into the residence.

This gorgeous young girl was called Jiang Shu, and she was named by the Qin family. She was ranked fifth in the Jiang family, and she was fourteen this year.

Seeing their motherly and filial appearances, Jiang Wan sighed in her heart. In the end, as the daughter of a direct relative, their treatment was different.

Jiang Wan pulled at her hat, lifted her skirt and followed behind them into the mansion.

Passing through the drooping flower gate, what entered his vision was a goldfish bowl, stone tables, chairs, flower racks, as well as a tree that was taller than the eaves of houses …

There was an aura of home everywhere.

A man in his forties wearing a dark blue flowery robe was standing with his hands behind his back under the eaves of the main house. Behind him was a signboard with the words' Jun Yatang 'written on it.

His hair was dark green, his skin was white, his eyes were clear, and he stood tall and straight. From afar, he looked imposing, and behind him was a beautiful woman wearing a pink jacket.

When the man saw the Qin family who had entered the courtyard first, he nodded slightly and smiled: ”They're here!”

The Qin family slightly bent their knees towards that man, saluted him, and called out: ”Master.”