C37 (1/2)

Who is hers?

At Marquis Yongning's Mansion, An Su stopped thinking and slowly got off the carriage.

Just as he entered the door, he saw the butler walk over: ”This servant greets First Miss. Eldest Miss, Master specifically instructed you to go back to the study room. Master has something to report to Eldest Miss.”

”I'm tired. I need to go back.” His expression was cold and his voice revealed a sense of unhappiness.

The butler came forward to stop An Su who was about to leave and said: ”Young miss, the old master is leaving tomorrow, you should go over.”

”Are you sure that he didn't want to punish me for Ji Yanran?” An Su glanced at Ji City. Originally, Ji Zhan had been ordered to guard the northern border, but since there were no wars in the northern border for now, that was why the Emperor summoned him back for the sake of military authority. It was now several months later, and leaving was only natural.

She didn't think it was a big deal.

Ji Cheng bowed and said, ”First Miss, you are Marquis's direct daughter. If Marquis goes to the Frontier City for another year, you will be able to return in half a year. The person whom Master dotes on the most and worries about the most is you, you should go over there and say a few good words to Marquis and admit your wrongs, how can Master have the heart to punish you? ”

His words were so pleasing to the ears, and so loyal as well.

She would not deny that Yongning was in love with Ji Huashang, but she would rather not have that love exist.

When An Su arrived, Marquis Yongning was staring at a painting on the wall with his hands behind his back in a daze. It was a portrait of the Lin's disease. Ji Huashang's memories of the Lin's disease only consisted of this portrait. When the Lin's disease died, she was still too young, and she had heard everything about the Lin's disease from Ji Shaoyang, but Ji Shaoyang was only five years old at the time and did not know much. Old Lady Ji had always been unwilling to bring up those things as well.

Looking at the portrait, Lin's disease was without a doubt a very beautiful woman. Not only did she have the rich aroma of books, she also had a graceful and elegant air that came from the depths of her bones.

The picture was signed, and the person who painted it was none other than the Marquis of Yongning. Although Ji Zhan was born valiant, her painting skills were extraordinary, no wonder the famous and famous Lin's disease would agree to marry him.

Lin's disease's family was a distinguished family in the south. They had books and scents in their courtyard, had people in their ancestors as officials, and there were even a few Dragon Lake Pavilion Grand Scholars who had entered the Han Forest Academy. Compared to the Capital's Ding Su's and the Second House of Su's, they were not much weaker.

However, the Lin Family had already moved to the south three generations ago and never returned back to the capital. Other than sending people to visit Ji Huashang every year, they no longer roamed around Capital.

However, the connection between the Lin Family and the Court was never broken.

When Ji Huashang was six years old, she had lived in the Nanling County's Lin Family for half a year. Her grandfather, Lin Yanbai, was the current head of the Lin Clan. She was known as Yan Bai, and she had many disciples of Lin Yanbo's. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she had plum blossoms all over the world, and many of them were officials of the imperial court.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps, Ji Zhan turned her head, but the father and daughter pair looked at each other in silence. Seeing An Su's cold and indifferent gaze, Yongning finally spoke after a long while: ”What, now that I've met you, I'm actually not even willing to call you father anymore?”

Based on Ji Zhan's temper, she should have scolded her for what had happened today with a roar. However, such unusual earnest and earnest words from her caused An Su to not know how to respond for a moment, and she could only continue to be silent.

Yongning stepped forward with his large palm as if he wanted to stroke the woman's head, but An Su suddenly tilted his head and dodged it. Ji Zhan's large hand froze in midair, and then powerlessly drooped it down after a while: ”In the past, you loved to hug and stroke your father. In the blink of an eye, you have grown so much, yet you are becoming more and more distant from your father.”

”Shang Er, your father admits that he has neglected to the point of running around outside the borders for all these years, but even though father and your brother are at the borders, he still remembers you in his heart. Your father does not blame you for the grudges in your heart, but your father does not wish to see you act so unscrupulously like this. Father believes that your brother also doesn't want to see you like this, we all hope that you can be alright. ”

He hoped for his daughter to be fine, hoped for his sister's own kin to be fine, and this was probably the wish of everyone, including parents, but no one knew, that the real Ji Huashang had died.

Her loved ones and all the people she cared about were dead.

How could she do that?

”Are you trying to tell me that you believe what I'm saying?” An Su coldly said. That arrogant and domineering woman who died alone in the end would have been very pleased if she could have heard these words. Unfortunately, the one who heard it was not her.

”Father believes in your mother.”

Yong Ning Hou looked at the painting, his eyes filled with longing. ”You look very similar to your mother, you are Xiang Er and my daughter, you have inherited our bloodline, how can you be weak? You don't know about the matter of you being my daughter's Court, I want to protect you, but I don't know how much longer I can protect you. Wushuang, regardless of whether it is Sixth Prince or not, those people are not people that you can afford to offend. What Father fears the most is that in the end, even Father will not be able to protect you. ”

”You believe my mother, but I don't believe you.”

Hearing Ji Zhan's words that made sense, a smirk surfaced on An Su's face. ”Aren't you the duke of Yongning who holds a heavy soldier? ”The Emperor trusts you so much that he didn't do anything to me even if I destroyed his daughter's face. In that case, what else do I have to fear?”