Chapter 51: The Charming Girl Whose House Was Confiscated and Her Family Was Exterminated 3

Although Nan Qiao was simple-minded, she was not stupid. She naturally saw what Madam Ye was up to. Pursing her lips slightly from beneath her veil, Nan Qiao raised her head and looked at Madam Ye seriously.

"Don't worry, Madam Ye, let's just call it a day."

"Nan Qiao will go back and tell her parents that Nan Qiao and Young Master Ye are not compatible and are not destined to be husband and wife."

Mrs. Ye looked at the other person's expression carefully and saw that she was serious. Her brown eyes were as clear as before, without a trace of resentment.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the guilt and pity in her heart growing more and more. She looked at the girl in front of her, who was elegant to the core. If the Nan family hadn't encountered such a terrible thing, she would definitely like such a daughter-in-law...

But now that things have come to this, Madam Ye is unwilling to think about it any further and can only sigh:

"Well, if you need anything, just write a letter to the General's Mansion. Maybe they can help."

After saying that, she slowly stood up and turned to leave the pavilion.

After Madam Ye and her servants left, Nan Qiao's personal maids ran to their young lady in panic.

They stood not far from the pavilion, and naturally heard everything that Madam Ye said. The Nan family was facing disaster, and Madam Ye wanted to cancel the engagement for her son...

"Miss, please have a cup of hot tea first." The personal maid was anxious when she saw that her girl looked dazed. She poured another cup of hot tea and said in a gentle voice.

"I'm fine." Nan Qiao came back to his senses and spoke softly to the maid beside him.

The cup in his hand was completely cold, and the biting chill penetrated through the cup wall into his palm. Nan Qiao lowered his eyes slightly, let go of the cup, and his palm was already icy cold.

"Young lady..." the maidservant called out worriedly, feeling a little sad. How could the girl in their family, who had been spoiled since childhood, have ever suffered such an injustice?

"I'm really fine, Minghe, don't worry." The girl's exposed eyes curved slightly, pretending to be calm.

As if to reassure the maid, the girl gently tucked down the veil on her face, picked up the freshly poured teacup with her jade-like white hands, and took a sip.

The veil was lifted, and the girl's face was completely exposed. Even the maid who had served the girl since she was a child could not help but stare at her in a daze.

The warm winter sun shines obliquely on her creamy face, casting a shadow on her long eyelashes.

Black hair, red lips, bright eyes and charming smile

She has a beautiful appearance and a gorgeous figure.

The girls in their family are truly beautiful and graceful, with figures that are out of this world and beyond compare.

The servants were almost stunned, and even the anxiety they felt when they learned that the Nan Mansion was in danger disappeared without a trace.

"Miss, how about we go and see the plum blossoms? The plum blossoms in Longhua Temple are extremely gorgeous and famous far and wide." Ming He pinched her fingertips, came back to her senses and said to the girl.

In fact, after hearing what Mrs. Ye said, Nan Qiao no longer had any interest in appreciating the plum blossoms. He wanted desperately to go home and find out what his father and mother had been hiding from him.

But... Nan Qiao lowered her eyes somewhat dejectedly. Her mother was so eager to marry her off, probably to save her life. Even if she knew, what could she do to save her?

The girl's eyes moved slightly. The branches of the plum tree were twisted and twisted like a dragon, and the gorgeous red petals were in clusters. Even though they were covered with wind and snow, they still stood proudly on the branches.

She slowly stood up, walked out of the pavilion, and came under a plum tree.

Layers of petals covered the branches. The girl stretched out her delicate hand and gently moved a branch that had fallen down due to the buds in front of her. Her eyelashes drooped slightly as she sniffed the cool and distant fragrance of the plum blossoms.

The girl is admiring the flowers, and the people around her are also admiring the "flowers".

Black hair, red lips.

Snow skin, red plum.

Under the shining golden warm sun, the interweaving of black and white, the reflection of white and red, the intertwining of purity and decadence, form the most magnificent pictures in the world.

Not caring about what the servant beside her was thinking, the girl's eyes fell on the red plum blossoms in front of her, but all that appeared in her eyes were the voices and laughter of her family members.

A loving grandmother, doting parents, a gentle brother, a graceful and beautiful sister-in-law, and her niece who was not even a year old yet...

But after hearing what Madam Ye said, the harmonious and beautiful picture of the family seemed to be covered with a layer of blood...

The hand that was fiddling with the flower branches tightened in vain. Nan Qiao woke up as if from a dream, her eyes filled with panic. She began to run back in a panic.

No, how could that be possible... She had to ask her father and mother clearly...

"Girl!!" Ming Hui, seeing her daughter running back in vain, immediately chased after her...

After a while, the huge plum garden was empty, but the plum blossoms in the garden were still blooming brilliantly, and the light and distant fragrance of the flowers drifted freely in the wind and snow.

Behind the girl, who was unaware of the situation, there were two figures standing on the rockery.

Shuangquan lowered his head tightly, his body trembling unconsciously. Even in the dead of winter, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"The girl from the Nan family?" A low chuckle sounded, with a hint of heat in it, which made Shuangquan's already lowered head lower even more.

The girl who was in a hurry to go home had no idea who appeared in the plum garden behind her, nor did she know that the warm veil she had left on the stone table had been completely taken into someone's arms.

She returned to Nan Mansion in a carriage, and regardless of the fatigue from the journey, she held the hand of her maid and ran to her mother's yard.

"Mother!"

It was daylight, and Mrs. Nan was embroidering a pattern on a square embroidery frame. Suddenly, she heard her daughter calling her and immediately raised her head reflexively.

"Qiao'er." Looking at her daughter's blushing face, Madam Nan was startled and quickly stood up and said:

"Ouch, why are you running so fast?" I was sweating.

Sweating in winter can easily lead to catching a cold, not to mention that her daughter was born prematurely and was already weak. Mrs. Nan's heart suddenly tightened. She sat down on the couch with her daughter and hurriedly wiped the sweat off her face with a handkerchief.

"What's wrong? Why are you running so fast?"

Nan Qiao's face was tense as she stared at her mother's face, letting her mother gently wipe her cheeks.

"It's okay, I just miss my mother a little." Nan Qiao loosened his clenched hands slightly, curled the corners of his lips, and said casually.

"What is mother embroidering?" Nan Qiao's eyes fell on the embroidery frame beside the couch. There were so many delicate peonies embroidered on the bright red satin.

Mrs. Nan chuckled softly, and fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes. She tapped her daughter's nose.

"Of course, I'm embroidering your wedding dress."

Madam Nan patted her daughter's hand and said with emotion:

"In the blink of an eye, our Qiao'er has grown up and it's time for her to get married."

"So, mother knew that I would meet Ye at Longhua Temple today..." Nan Qiao frowned slightly and asked softly.

"The Ye family sent an invitation last night, asking you to meet the young master of the Ye family." Madam Nan nodded in understanding, but seeing her daughter's frown, she thought she was unhappy that she had kept it a secret from her, so she could only comfort her in a gentle voice:

"Don't worry, Qiao'er. I just want you to meet each other. After all, you are an engaged couple. It's always good to meet each other before getting married."

As Mrs. Nan spoke, she took out the outer garment of her embroidered wedding dress and wanted her daughter to try it on.

Normally, the bride should have embroidered the wedding gown herself, but Nan Qiao had always been frail, and Madam Nan had never allowed her to embroider needlework.

So it had to be done by the mother, and it was probably the only thing she left for her daughter.

Mrs. Nan's eyes darkened, and she quickly lowered her head, worried that her daughter would notice something was wrong.

"Mother," Nan Qiao tried to put on a relaxed smile, but there was hesitation between her brows.

"Do I really want to marry Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye?"

"Silly child, the marriage has been arranged since childhood, and you will get married when you are old enough."

"What if I don't like him? Do I have to marry him even if I don't like Mr. Ye?" Nan Qiao said.

Mrs. Nan paused slightly as she was tidying up her wedding dress, put down the clothes in her hands, and looked up at her daughter. There was obvious resistance on her delicate little face.

"Qiao'er, don't you like Major General Ye?" Mrs. Nan asked hesitantly.

As a popular young man in the city of Bianjing, General Ye was naturally outstanding in everything. Even the worldly-wise Madam Nan had to admit that he was indeed exceptional.

He has a handsome appearance, outstanding temperament, and polite behavior. Apart from his somewhat cold personality, there is almost no fault to be found in him.

Could it be that my daughter doesn’t like people with cold personalities?

But that wasn't right. Her daughter had never said so bluntly in front of her that she didn't like someone...

A hint of contemplation flashed across Madam Nan's eyes, and the flickering temptation was hidden under kindness.

Nan Qiao frowned and nodded slightly: "Yes, mother, I don't like him, please don't let me marry him."

She gently tugged at her mother's sleeve and spoke coquettishly in a soft voice.

Madam Nan's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. She continued to smile lovingly at her daughter and said,

"Lord Ye is a gentle and refined man with a kind disposition. Qiao Qiao can tell mother why she doesn't like him."

Nan Qiao pursed her lips slightly, her eyes dodging, and she said nervously:

"I, I just don't like things that are too elegant."

Upon hearing this, Madam Nan's eyes darkened in vain. She clenched her hands holding the wedding dress slightly, but smiled thoughtfully as she said,

"Well, since Qiao'er doesn't like it, then mother will talk to your father and ask him to cancel this marriage."

Nan Qiao opened her eyes slightly and stared at her mother in astonishment. There seemed to be a hint of disbelief in her brown pupils.

Is this marriage called off now?

It’s so simple?

As if she could see what her daughter was thinking, Mrs. Nan slowed down her thoughts and tapped her daughter's forehead lovingly as if nothing had happened.

"Silly child, I'm choosing a husband for you, so you should choose the one you like."

"Okay, it's getting late. Qiao'er got up early and hasn't had breakfast yet. Let's go eat something first."

"I want to eat in my mother's room." Nan Qiao approached her mother and leaned against Mrs. Nan's side and said in a soft voice.

"Okay, then we'll eat in Mom's room. I'll ask the kitchen to bring whatever Qiao'er wants..."

"I want lily porridge, almond cakes, and..."

Outside, the snow was falling harder and harder, while inside the house, the girl's soft voice continued to echo. Mixed in with the woman's doting laughter, it seemed to completely cover up the undercurrent surging beneath the calm.

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