"I didn't say... I didn't say you couldn't..."

The renowned young master of the Lan family, famous throughout the martial arts world, looked like a perfectly cooked shrimp.

Murong Yue thought it resembled the spicy squid she had eaten before.

Lan Tianqi and Mei Wuxiang exchanged a glance.

Mei Wuxiang looked serious:

"What can't you do?"

"You'd better explain yourself clearly."

Lan Anting closed his eyes and steeled his resolve.

My son said, "No..."

"You cannot adopt Miss Xia as your goddaughter."

"oh?"

Mei Wuxiang stood up. "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Zhou'er is your son, isn't he?"

“I, Lanjiabao, would never do something like abandoning my mother for my son.”

"If this gets out, the whole world will laugh at us."

“You won’t acknowledge her as your goddaughter, and you’re not going to marry her. Give me some advice.”

"What should I do, Mother?"

If it were an ordinary family's child, Mei Wuxiang wouldn't have pushed him like that.

Rather, it's because she knows her son too well.

A martial arts prodigy.

Their emotional understanding is almost zero.

Especially after witnessing the soul-to-soul relationship between Lan Yun and Murong Gan.

Lan Anting had no interest in daughters from ordinary families.

In addition, Murong Yue is the Empress of Qing Kingdom.

It would be better if Lan Anting's uncle didn't have children.

Therefore, apart from occasionally showing concern for Lan Anting's love life, Lan Tianqi and Mei Wuxiang never forcefully interfered with Lan Anting's affairs.

And now.

Suddenly, my little grandson appeared right in front of me.

If we don't seize this opportunity, we'll be letting down our ancestors.

Why not?

Mei Wuxiang said firmly, "I'll only ask you this once. Think it through before you answer."

"If you don't have an answer right now."

"You can tell me tomorrow."

"We're leaving tomorrow night, you know that."

"Your father and I cannot leave Lanjiabao for too long."

Lan Anting looked dejected. "Yes, I understand."

Tsk.

This melon is delicious.

Murong Yue felt a bit full, but also a little sorry for her uncle.

So after dinner, I saw Lan Anting go to the back mountain alone.

She pulled Yan Qinghe along and secretly followed.