Chapter 120 (2/2)

“I am also not too clear about that.” There was a slight movement in Xiao Chen’s heart when he saw this kind of Jing Yue. He shook his head and said, “It seems, grandmother Jing said something about not being able to accept your mother. Even your birth couldn’t be tolerated and therefore, there was this banishment matter.”

“A few spoken words could force someone’s family into their ruin and death!?” Jing Yue sneered, a hard to describe wrath slowly rising inside her body.

Xiao Chen raised his hand to pull Jing Yue’s waist into his arm,using the other to softly stroke her hair. With a downcast gaze, he said “This is precisely what a family is.” Jing Yue slowly closed her eyes, silently leaning on Xiao Chen’s shoulder.

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For several consecutive days, she nested herself in her room without going out, n.o.body knowing what she was doing inside. In the blink of an eye, the Cold Food Festival day arrived, and that one day, Jing Yue woke up abnormally early in the morning.

“Lang li ge lang…… deng deng qiang dong qiang (onom.*)” Jing Yue was cheerfully choosing her clothes. She stood in front of a copper mirror, comparing again and again the clothes she had. She then turned around faced Xiao Chen, asking, “Which one do you think should I wear, this one? Or this one?”

“……” Xiao Chen was indifferent.

“This one is still better!” Jing Yue spoke, staring at a deep blue girdled dress.

“No… No… The skirt is too long. If I accidently stepped on it, it would get ripped directly!” Jing Yue decisively threw that clothe away and started to choose again. In the end, she picked a red riding dress with a black edge, high collar and symbols outlined in gold threads. It looked extremely n.o.ble.

“This one!” Jing Yue swiftly changed her clothes. She stared at herself through the copper mirror, nodding in satisfaction before turning her head around to glance at Xiao Chen who was still expressionless. Seeing him lying on the bed, she exclaimed, “You’re still staring for what ah? Get up!”

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Lang li ge lang, deng deng qiang dong qiang: kekeke, onom* of all kind of noises you can imagine (bang, clank, clatter, thump, thud, etc….).