Wei Shaoqing went out and was about to go back to the study to pretend, but he met Yuan Nanan at the corner of the corridor.
The eight-year-old girl stood in front of him, a smile on her face because she hadn't seen her father for a long time.
When Wei Shaoqing saw his second daughter, he bent down and prepared to speak to her, but the next second he saw her gesturing to him: [Daddy, you're back!]
He sighed impatiently, feeling ashamed that he, a governor of a state, had a mute daughter.
Yuan Nan'an looks like a flower, but what good is a mute? I'm afraid she won't even be able to find a husband in the future!
Wei Shaoqing thought of Yuan Zhizhi whom he had just met in Fengqiyuan. She was thin, small and wrinkled, not pretty at all.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that he still had Jiaojiao.
When Wei Jiaojiao was born, she was blessed with extraordinary talent. She was a beautiful girl and could write poems at the age of three. She was very talented at such a young age and her future was limitless.
Wei Shaoqing caught sight of Yuan Nan'an carrying a school box and couldn't help asking, "Did you just get out of school?"
Yuan Nanan nodded. She had seen the disgusted look on her father's face when he saw her making the gesture.
Now she dared not gesture anymore.
"Write something and let me see it."
Wei Jiaojiao could write poems at the age of three and had beautiful handwriting. He once took her handwriting to his colleagues in the prefecture for appreciation. They all said that the handwriting was quite elegant and even boasted that the writer would definitely become a top scholar in the future.
It makes him look so proud!
When he heard that he was asked to write, Yuan Nanan slowly took out paper and pen from the book box, spread them on the book box and wrote the word "An".
When Wei Shaoqing saw the word "An" being written, he couldn't hide his disappointment on his face.
He stood up and said, "Father, since you have no talent, don't waste money studying with this female scholar."
Yuan Nan'an was stunned. When he heard his father say this, he couldn't help but look up at him, with confusion and helplessness in his eyes.
Wei Shaoqing didn't notice his second daughter's expression at all, and just continued:
"Did you know that there's a girl named Jiaojiao in Xingyu Lane, west of the city, who can already compose poems at the age of three! And she has beautiful handwriting!"
"You're already eight years old, and you're still so useless!"
"A child like this should study with Master Lu!"
Speaking of Wei Jiaojiao, Wei Shaoqing's face was full of pride.
His Jiaojiao was so smart, but because of her family background, she could never find a good female scholar.
Yuan Nan'an's female scholar Lu Chengyi came from a scholarly family, the Lu family, which had produced many Hanlin scholars. Lu Chengyi did not accept many disciples, and she was willing to teach Yuan Nan'an out of Yuan Zhao's face.
For this reason, Bai Ruyue mentioned this matter to him more than once, and he also asked Lu Chengyi if she was willing to accept more disciples, but Lu Chengyi refused.
Now seeing Yuan Nan'an enjoying the benefits that Wei Jiaojiao couldn't get and still being so useless, Wei Shaoqing couldn't help but feel sorry for his Jiaojiao, and his eyes became colder as he looked at Yuan Nan'an.
Yuan Nan'an lowered his head slightly, and the hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably.
She didn't understand why her father treated her like this?
Is it because I can't write well? But I've been studying hard with the female scholar, and I've made some progress.
Who is the "Jiaojiao" that Daddy is talking about? Why does Daddy like her so much?
She remembered that her father loved her like this before...
Wei Shaoqing didn't want to say anything more to Yuan Nanan, so he just threw his sleeves and left.
Yuan Nanan was left standing in the cold wind for a long time, and a few lines of tears fell on her little face which was red from the cold.
late at night.
Biyun came in from outside and reported to Yuanzhao, "Your Highness, the Prince Consort has gone out to the east of the city."
Behind him, Gan Tang's eyes were slightly red as he looked at his princess sitting in front of the window in a daze.
"Is the carriage ready?" Yuan Zhao asked with his eyes lowered.
Biyun nodded: "Everything is ready."
"You two will go with me, quietly, without letting anyone else in the mansion see you."
After returning from Songyan Hall today, Gan Tang took the opportunity to tidy up Fengqiyuan and sent away those disloyal people along with those from Songyan Hall.
Yuan Zhao put on his cloak and hugged Yuan Zhizhi tightly.
The child in my arms was still sleeping, his little mouth opening and closing as if he was dreaming of something delicious.
She didn't dare leave her alone, so she took Yuan Zhizhi with her.
Biyun drove the carriage, following Wei Shaoqing's carriage in front at a close distance.
During this time, Yuan Zhao kept leaning against the wall of the car, feeling mixed emotions, not knowing what he was thinking.
She opened her eyes until the carriage stopped and Biyun slightly lifted the curtain.
"Your Highness, the Prince Consort has gotten off the carriage."
Biyun stopped right at the corner, and she could see the situation in the alley clearly by lifting the car curtain.
Wei Shaoqing's carriage stopped at the door of a private house.
There was a young woman waiting at the door. As soon as the person in the car got off, the young woman threw herself on him, calling out in a sweet voice:
"Qinglang, why did you come so late? You made Yue'er wait so long~ Yue'er missed you so much~"
This gentle cry made the man who got off the car feel shaken, and he immediately put his arm around the young woman's waist and comforted her repeatedly:
"Yue Niang, there was something urgent going on at the mansion. I'm late."
The young woman said coquettishly, "I thought Qinglang had promised Yue'er but he wanted to break his promise to accompany Tigress~"
She seemed to be about to collapse in Wei Shaoqing's arms, and Wei Shaoqing bent down and kissed her as if no one was around.
"How could I possibly leave you behind?"
Even though he was mentally prepared, Yuan Zhao still felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw this scene with his own eyes.
She felt like she was pushed into a pool and drowning, and she couldn't breathe.
A fishy taste rose in her throat, and she held on to the car seat tightly to prevent herself from rushing out.
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