"Then Ziyan will speak frankly. Ziyan only wants to make Madam Dongfang give up her determination to marry Ziyan back to the Eastern Continent. Back then, Venerable Yunxiao's words touched Madam Dongfang a lot. However, Ziyan was not born for Dongfang Yifei, but for Beiming Haotian. As the saying goes, a forced marriage is not sweet. Madam Dongfang must understand this principle."
Nangong Ziyan wanted to try to persuade Nanmaning first. If that didn't work, then Nangong Ziyan wouldn't hold back.
"Yan'er, no matter who you were born for, you must marry Fei'er. What happened last night was sudden and understandable, and our Dongfang family will not hold it against you."
Nanman Ning showed her understanding and tolerance. How many mothers-in-law in the world would tolerate their daughters-in-law being a "fallen woman"? It would be strange if Nangong Ziyan wasn't moved. But she was wrong. What Nangong Ziyan said next made her want to kill Nangong Ziyan.
"Does Madam Dongfang know Simon Qituo?"
A single, simple sentence stirred a thousand waves within Nan Man Ning's heart. Her sharp eyes fixed intently on Nan Gong Zi Yan, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and fear welling up within her.
"Nangong Ziyan, what do you mean?"
Nan Manning's previous amiable demeanor vanished, replaced by a gloomy expression.
Nangong Ziyan sneered inwardly. The mother and son were truly alike, turning on each other in an instant. She had only just begun, and she was already so surprised?
"Madam, Yifei is...."
"Shut up, Nangong Ziyan, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Nanman Ning shouted sharply, her emotions running high, staring intently at Nangong Ziyan, wondering just how much she knew.
“Madam, if you want Ziyan to shut up, that’s fine. Just make sure you don’t let Ziyan marry into the Dongfang family. Then, Ziyan will keep this secret to herself.”
Nangong Ziyan knew that Nan Manying was a smart person, and Dongfang Yifei was her only hope, which she could not afford to gamble on.
How did you know?
Nanman Ning was trembling with anger, her tone sharp, but Nangong Ziyan didn't care at all; all she cared about was the result.
"Six years ago, during a glass exhibition at the South China Sea Glass Palace, I discovered it by chance while playing in Wushan."
The mere mention of the name Wushan should make Nan Manying realize just how much she actually knows.
Nanman looked at Nangong Ziyan in horror; it turned out that she had known for so long.
"What do you want?" Nan Man Ning asked coldly. She knew that no secret lasts forever, but what she didn't expect was that Nan Gong Zi Yan was the first to discover her secret.
“Madam, what does Ziyan not want? Ziyan has kept this matter a secret for six years, and naturally she will not tell anyone in the future. If Madam hadn’t come to cause trouble for Ziyan and Yifei today, Ziyan would not have used this secret to exchange for conditions with Madam. Everyone has their own secrets. All Ziyan wants is for Madam and Yifei to give up the idea of marrying Ziyan. It’s that simple.”
"Okay! I promise you."
Nanman Ning agreed to Nangong Ziyan's request without hesitation, which shows how important this matter was to her.
"But you must promise me that you will keep this secret until you die."
Nanman Ning believed that she could keep it a secret for six years, and that she would not tell anyone afterward.
"Don't worry, Madam." Nangong Ziyan assured her. She wasn't one to gossip. She knew that everyone had secrets they didn't want others to know, and she respected those secrets. It was just that she happened to stumble upon this secret while cultivating on Mount Wu that day.
"Then I'll head back now. I'll take Fei'er back to the East Sea Continent first thing tomorrow morning."
Nanmaning turned and left. Nangong Ziyan watched her dejected figure and felt bad too. She also had a secret that no one knew about, and this secret was precisely the greatest pain in her heart.
Nangong Ziyan sighed and walked back.
Luan Ying, hidden in the shadows, frowned as she looked in the direction Nangong Ziyan had left. Seeing Nangong Ziyan's absent-mindedness, the tenderness in Beiming Haotian's eyes when he looked at her flashed through her mind, and she also thought of what happened last night. Unconsciously, spiritual energy began to gather in her hands.
-End of this chapter-
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