"Yu'er, what's going on? How could Master Yun of Chen be Xi'er's father? You're both in the south and the west, so far apart. This rumor is too outrageous, isn't it?"

That day, Feng Beijian ran to the Prime Minister's residence after hearing the rumor and asked directly as soon as he entered the door.

Looking at the newcomer, An Tingyu paused in her tea drinking, her eyebrows raised slightly. After taking a sip of the fragrant tea, she said indifferently: "Yun Mo is my uncle, originally named Fu Mo. He is my grandfather's adopted son. He came back for my grandfather's birthday. Judging by the date, it is very likely that he is Xi'er's father, so the rumor is not too outrageous. This is my answer. Do you have any other questions?"

"No, but..."

"If you don't have any, go back! Xing'er, show him out!" An Tingyu interrupted in a calm voice and ordered him to leave.

"You're not really going to marry him, are you?" Feng Beijian seemed not to hear her words. He just sat on a chair beside her, staring at her with his deep eyes, as if he was demanding her answer.

Xing'er looked at An Tingyu, and when she saw that she didn't say anything, she stepped back and gave Feng Beijian a cup of tea.

"Answer my question." Seeing that she didn't say anything, Feng Beijian said again.

An Tingyu glanced at him coldly, her red lips curled up slightly, like a smile and a mockery, "What do you want me to say? I'm neither your wife nor the object of your love. Why should I explain everything to you?"

"But I like you! Don't you know that?"

"If you like me, that's your freedom. I have no right to interfere. But whether I like you or not is also my freedom. You have no right to interfere. Just because you like me doesn't mean I have to like you, right? This world shouldn't be that unreasonable."

"That's not the question I'm talking about. I just want to know." Feng Beijian stroked his forehead helplessly. He just asked her whether she really wanted to marry that man, so how did it become a rejection of his courtship?

"That's all?" An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily. "But there are times when I don't want to waste time talking. Just because of a rumor, do I have to explain everything to you one by one? I don't seem to have that much free time, do I? Besides, don't I have enough rumors about me? Don't you agree? Liu Yunsheng!"

Hearing this, Feng Bei was stunned. When he turned around, he saw Liu Yunsheng and Jing Qingwu standing at the door.

Liu Yunsheng smiled awkwardly and touched the tip of his nose helplessly, "Um... I came here to accompany Qingwu, it has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, Liu Yunsheng pushed Jing Qingwu out, then turned his head away, as if to say: This really has nothing to do with me, don't take your anger out on me, I'm innocent.

"Hmph, coward!" Jing Qingwu wrinkled her nose at Liu Yunsheng.

"sister in law……"

"Sister-in-law?" Feng Beijian frowned slightly.

Jing Qingwu glared at Feng Beijian, "How rude! Didn't your mother teach you that interrupting others is rude?"

This is my brother’s love rival. He abandoned An Tingyu and now wants to marry her. What a bastard. What a disgusting guy.

“You…”

"Go back if you have nothing to do. Don't disturb me chatting with my sister-in-law."

Feng Bei's mouth twitched, and he glared at Jing Qingwu fiercely, "You are interrupting me too. Who is being rude?"

"I'm just a child. Do you, an adult, want to argue with me?"

"You..." Feng Beijian was so angry that he wanted to spit blood. "You are so sharp-tongued. Fourteen years old can't be considered a child, right? You can be engaged to a husband next year, and you are still a child! Quibbling!"

"That's next year's matter. Anyway, I'm just a child now. What can you do to me?" Jing Qingwu pouted at him and snorted at him.

"You... you are the little devil. No wonder everyone in Tianmen stays away from you."

"Then why don't you stay away now?"

After Jing Qingwu said this, Feng Beijian suddenly became dumb and could not refute a single word.

"Girl, did your brother ask you to come?" An Tingyu spoke at this time.

Jing Qingwu curled her lips and said, "That's not the case! That bastard brother actually said something like "a flying arrow stops at Ou Yu, and rumors stop at the wise." He's not nervous at all.

Hearing this, An Tingyu was not angry, but smiled and said, "Learn from your brother!"

"What do you mean?" Jing Qingwu was a little confused.

"Your brother is a smart man, so he wouldn't start a fight just because of a rumor. Unlike some people, who don't look stupid, but sometimes act like fools. I really want to kick him out."

An Tingyu's words hinted at something, and Feng Beijian's handsome face immediately blushed and his neck shrank, because he knew that he was the idiot that An Tingyu wanted to kick out of the door.

But can he be blamed for this?

When he heard that Xiao Yunxi's father came to visit him and there were rumors that they were going to get married, how could he remain calm?

On this day, not only Feng Beijian, Liu Yunsheng and Jing Qingwu came to the Prime Minister's residence, but even Fu Mo, one of the parties involved, came.

"Although I can't say it has nothing to do with me, it definitely didn't come from my mouth. I didn't discipline her strictly enough." Fu Mo said before An Tingyu could speak.

"You came here just for this? If so, then you can go back." An Tingyu just raised her eyebrows indifferently, without a trace of fluctuation on her beautiful little face.

"Also?" Noticing her choice of words, Fu Mo's deep eyes flashed with a deep feeling, "It seems that I still cause you trouble."

"It's definitely troublesome, so you'd better take good care of your people! Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but discipline them for you." An Tingyu said softly and indifferently. It was not difficult to hear from Fu Mo's words that the person who spread the news must be Fu Mo's subordinate, otherwise he would not answer with lax discipline.

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