Jiang Shuyue woke up from a beautiful dream, only to find that she had transmigrated into the unfavored legitimate daughter of a minister's manor.
Although the original owner possessed ou...
"Sister, if you don't like him, don't force yourself. Nan Nan and I will support you." Su Jin was very confident in himself. He was among the top students in his class and would have no problem entering officialdom in the future.
"Don't worry, Ah Jin, I won't wrong myself. Sister, you can find someone you like to marry into the family. With you and Nan Nan, no one will dare to bully me."
Jiang Shuyue's words were purely to comfort them; she didn't want to explain her relationship with Xiao Jingzhao any further.
Even though she's an orphan, if anyone dares to bully her, she'll make them taste her new recipe.
The three talked for a while until Qiuju called them to take their seats, at which point they headed to the dining room.
The meal was very plentiful; it was the most sumptuous meal Jiang Shuyue had ever had since she arrived here.
With Xiao Jingzhao at the same table, Su Jin and Su Nan were a little reserved.
Qiuju helped the two of them serve the food, and with Suisui, the little bundle of joy, the atmosphere in the room finally eased up a bit.
After dinner, Jiang Shuyue saw Su Jin and Su Nan off. She said to Xiao Jingzhao, who was about to leave, "I will send you a message."
“Gao Mu and Cang Yun both know the contact points in the capital, so you can entrust the letter to them without worry.” Xiao Jingzhao squatted down and hugged Sui Sui, then gritted his teeth, mounted his horse, and rode away in a cloud of dust.
Every year, she waved her little hand at his retreating figure.
The next day.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, like a faint ink painting.
The early birds had just started to forage for food when Qiuju picked up Suisui, who was still asleep, and got into the carriage.
The city gate opened, and two carriages emerged one after the other.
On the city wall, a tall figure in a black robe stood in the morning light.
Her dark hair, tied up high, fluttered in the morning breeze, and her strands were covered with dewdrops.