Yan Cheng quickly reminded him, "Ci Yi, why don't you thank me now?"

Fu Ciyi reacted and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Grandfather-in-law, for your help! Thank you, Father-in-law and Mother-in-law, for your help!"

The old Duke nodded and walked away.

"Our Yan family accepts you as their son-in-law, there's no problem with that," Yan Cheng said gently. "The problem is that the Prince of Jin's Mansion is bound to cause trouble. Not only your position as Prime Minister, but also your family. You must act with discretion."

After all, he is the youngest daughter's husband. No matter who his biological father is, he is now Yan Cheng's son-in-law.

He still has to remind him in the future.

Looking at it from another perspective, he stole a son from King Jin, which was not a loss.

"I understand, son-in-law." Fu Ciyi agreed.

Yuan Lang then went to pull Yan Funing's hand: "Aunt, can you play in the snow with me?"

"Have breakfast first."

Yan Funing didn't want to be mean to him, so she tried to soften her tone as much as possible.

After all, she was wearing nothing when she slept in someone's arms.

The weather is so cold, she and someone should have covered themselves tightly with the quilt, right?

I was confused in my heart. It would be wrong to ask someone at this moment, and it would be even more wrong to ask the little guy what he saw.

Half an hour later, at the gate of Yan's family.

Yan Bojian dismounted and saw that the person getting off the carriage opposite was Long Chi'an, so he greeted him, "Chi'an, you came to my house looking for me, right?"

Long Chi'an coughed a few times and said, "Let me see Fu Ning."

Yan Bojian was puzzled: "Has my sister returned home?"

Long Chi'an nodded: "Yes, I got back yesterday."

Yan Bojian was stunned. The weak man in front of him actually knew it, but he didn't.