The jade ring was worn by Cheng Ying close to her body and still retained some of her body temperature. Yu Jiao held it in her hand and felt awkward for no reason.

"I am a eunuch and have no family tree or ancestral temple. However, since I have a daughter like you, it is natural that I marry her in a legitimate way. I will hold a banquet at my house in Chiyuan Hutong later. Your father should be free by then, so you two can go together." Cheng Ying raised the corners of his narrow eyes slightly and said with a smile, as if he was really happy to have Yu Jiao as his adopted daughter.

Yu Jiao had no choice but to agree.

Cheng Ying had something else to do, so she didn't stay any longer. No matter how reluctant Yu Jiao was, she had to pretend to be docile and escorted him to the gate of the mansion. She bowed and said, "Goodbye, Governor."

Cheng Ying paused, turned around and sneered, "Why did you call me?"

Yu Jiao bit her lip and said calmly, "Adoptive father."

The coldness on Cheng Ying's face faded away, and she said with a half-smile, "That's good."

Yu Jiao lowered her head and waited for him to get on the carriage. Then she heard Cheng Ying, who was sitting in the carriage, say, "It's a blessing to have a foster father like me. You should be filial to me in the future. If I am happy, you can walk around the capital city like a fool."

"Yu Ning has made a note of this." Yu Jiao said readily, "It's been cold these days, godfather, please make sure you keep warm."

Cheng Ying smiled, lowered the car curtain, and told Xia Ning to leave.

Finally sending the giant Buddha away, Yu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn't understand why Cheng Ying wanted to do so and insisted on adopting her as her adopted daughter. Apart from the cesarean section surgery, she didn't think she had any merits that deserved Cheng Ying's special treatment.

Xia Ning also had the same doubt. Although he knew that Du Gong always liked to have fun, this was the first time he saw him having fun by finding himself an adopted daughter.

Cheng Ying's voice rang out lazily in the carriage, "Send someone to give the pipa in the study in Yudai Hutong to the little girl."

Xia Ning responded respectfully, but was a little surprised in his heart. The pipa in the study in Yudai Hutong was many years old. It was made by a famous artist who had passed away. The pipa was his posthumous work. Xia Ning followed Cheng Ying since he was very young and was fortunate to hear Cheng Ying play the pipa. Although Cheng Ying never played the pipa again, the pipa had been kept safely in the study.

Compared with gold, silver and jewelry, this pipa is obviously more unique.

He was a little confused as to whether Du Gong recognized Miss Liu San as his adopted daughter just for fun or because he favored her.

Xia Ning thought about how Miss Liu San pretended to be him in Zhixiang Street, and when the servants reported it to the Governor, the Governor just smiled with interest. If it was someone else who dared to pretend to be a member of the Eastern Depot, he would have been killed long ago.

After all, he was someone who had been personally taught by the Supervisor for several years. In the Supervisor's heart, he was probably different from others.

Xia Ning knew too well how cold-blooded Cheng Ying was, so she hoped that the little girl from the Liu family would really have a different place in Cheng Ying's heart.

It seems that the governor rarely returns to Yudai Hutong recently. Thinking of this, Xia Ning asked respectfully while driving, "Is the governor going back to the palace or to Yudai Hutong?"

"Go back to the palace." Two faint words floated out from the carriage, and suddenly changed his mind, "Go to Yudai Hutong."

Xia Ning turned the horse around and drove towards Yudai Hutong.

Recently, Cheng Ying no longer wanted to see Liang Wushuang's face. No matter how similar they looked, they were nothing alike inside. She was like a fake without a soul. When she saw Liang Wushuang again, Cheng Ying felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Liang Wushuang felt a little numb at his deep and gloomy gaze. She stammered, "Master Du, is there something on Wushuang's face?"

Cheng Ying frowned, feeling increasingly impatient. She felt that Liang Wushuang in front of her did not resemble her junior sister in any of her words or actions. Her expression and movements were completely different from hers.

On the contrary, that little girl...

Cheng Ying thought of Yu Jiao and couldn't help but pinch his brows. For some reason, he could always see the shadow of his junior sister in the little girl from the Liu family.

Whether it is performing an autopsy, the tone of voice, some small habits, or the food you like to eat.