Chapter 555 Revisiting the Dali Temple to Visit the Prisoner
"Grandma!" The toddler, just over a year old, spoke in a sweet, childlike voice that was quite endearing.
Qiao Qinghe picked up the child and put him on her lap, kissed him, and then asked A Shuang to bring the child some osmanthus cheese cakes and feed them to the child.
Seeing Qiao Qinghe let the child sit on her lap, Feng Yuerou couldn't help but advise, "Mother, let Jin'er sit by himself. The child is getting heavier and heavier; be careful he doesn't crush you."
Qiao Qinghe was not one to put on a brave face, so she handed the person over to the old woman beside her and took her to sit down and eat some snacks.
This kid has definitely gained a lot of weight these days.
There was no way around it; Asi's cooking skills had improved significantly over the years, but she just couldn't eat much. So when a child developed a liking for food, Asi would cook all sorts of delicious meals for her. And that's how she managed to raise such a chubby child.
Watching Qiao Jin being carried away, Qiao Qinghe asked curiously, "Where's Yu-jie? Why isn't she with you?"
Both children used to cling to Feng Yuerou, and would throw a tantrum if they couldn't see her for even a short while. Has their behavior changed today?
Feng Yuerou said with a smile, "That little girl is very clever; she can't resist anything that looks golden."
"Just now I took the siblings to Rongrong's place for a visit, and we happened to see Rongrong tidying up gold locks, gold necklaces and other items for my sister-in-law's unborn child."
"That little devil just stared at other people's things, without saying she wanted them, she just kept praising how pretty and beautiful they were..."
At this point, Feng Yuerou covered her face and said, "It's all because of that girl Xiangmu's teaching. I'm too ashamed to look at her."
"But Xiangmu even argued that money can make the devil turn the millstone, so that we can save more dowry for Yu-jie and give her more confidence when she gets married and lives a good life."
"And what did she say? That Yu-jie loves money, so she won't be easily cheated out of her money in the future!"
Hearing Feng Yuerou's words, Qiao Qinghe's originally heavy mood lightened up.
"Haha, this fragrant wood must have been picked from that batch of children, right?"
Feng Yuerou nodded, "Exactly."
"He's an interesting little fellow."
Qiao Qinghe praised her and then turned to instruct A Shuang, "Take a few ingots of gold to the silversmith to have them made into small and exquisite trinkets and send them to Yu Jie'er."
"yes."
“Mother, don’t spend the money.” Feng Yuerou quickly said, “Rongrong saw how Yu’er looked, how could she leave her empty-handed? She immediately gave her that set of gold jewelry. She said she would have someone make another set for the unborn child.”
At this point, Feng Yuerou gritted her teeth, "Mother, you said this girl is only a little over a year old, and she already knows how to please people."
“After taking Rongrong’s things, she became very affectionate towards Rongrong. When I said I wanted to come here, she wouldn’t come with me and kept clinging to Rongrong.”
"I really don't know what to say about her."
Qiao Qinghe laughed so hard she almost fell over, finding the little guy extremely amusing. Her smile never faded whenever she talked about her two children.
After discussing the children for a while, Feng Yuerou returned to the main topic, "Mother, did you call me here for something?"
Qiao Qinghe's smile faded, and she said seriously, "You should already know about your father and mother's affair, right?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yuerou's face darkened.
It would be strange if she didn't know about this, given how big the incident has become.
It was only because she managed to fake her death and escape a step ahead by chance that she wasn't overwhelmed by the overwhelming discussions.
To be honest, the reason for faking his death was to lure out the person behind the poisoning of the child, and to find out their true purpose.
As a result, the person was not lured out, and the matter was not clarified.
She and her child escaped unscathed because of her feigned death.
If she hadn't faked her death, she would probably be in dire straits right now, and wouldn't be able to live such a comfortable life with her children.
"But my parents' matter has implicated the Qiao family?" Feng Yuerou asked with concern.
"No," Qiao Qinghe quickly denied. "Don't overthink it. Your family's affairs don't affect me."
"I called you here because someone from the Dali Temple just came to tell you that your mother wants to see me before her execution."
"I thought that since you two had been mother and daughter for twenty years, I should let you see each other one last time."
Feng Yuerou frowned slightly, instinctively wanting to refuse.
But Qiao Qinghe didn't give her a chance to speak, and continued to persuade her: "If you don't see her now, you might regret it when you're old and think about it."
"So, even if you don't want to see them, go see them anyway."
After thinking for a moment, Qiao Qinghe added, "It is said that a dying person speaks kind words. Perhaps if your mother sees you, she will be willing to tell you the truth about the children's poisoning."
"And all the doubts you've kept hidden in your heart all these years, you can ask them directly."
"Of course, if you don't mind, I'd also like to use you to ask about the reason why your father suddenly rebelled."
Feng Yuerou remained silent for a long time before finally nodding in agreement, "Okay, I'll go with my mother."
"Don't worry, Mother, I will ask all the questions clearly."
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The next day, Qiao Qinghe took Feng Yuerou and the two children to Dali Temple.
This is Qiao Qinghe's second visit to Dali Temple to see her in prison.
This is my first time visiting Min Young.
Thinking about it, less than a year has passed, but it feels like a long time has gone by, as if it were a dream.
The jailer leading the way knocked twice on the cell door and shouted loudly inside, "Someone's here to see you."
After shouting, the jailer bowed and scraped to Qiao Qinghe.
Qiao Qinghe gestured to A Shuang to give the jailer a reward.
The jailer happily took the money and left.
Qiao Qinghe looked at the prisoner lying in the cell facing the wall and said, "I heard that the Lady of Annan wanted to see me? I'm here, so why is she acting like this again?"
After a long while, the man slowly began to move.
She slowly sat up, her back to the cell door, raised her hand to tidy her hair, tugged at her prison uniform, and then slowly turned around to face Qiao Qinghe.
"You've come..."
Her words came to an abrupt halt.
She stared intently at Feng Yuerou, who was standing behind Qiao Qinghe, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"Yue, Yue Rou... my daughter, you, you're still alive? You're not dead?"
Lady Annam reached out her hand to Feng Yuerou through the iron fence.
Feng Yuerou hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped forward and offered her face to the Earl of Annan.
"Yes, I'm not dead. I'm still alive and well."
"Haha, that's good! That's good! It's good that you're alive! It's good that you're alive!..."
Lady Annam laughed and cried at the same time, then, as if remembering something, she asked in a trembling voice, "You're still alive? What about the children? Where are they?"
Feng Yuerou smiled slightly at her and said softly, "The children are also alive and well."
"Are they alright?" Lady Annam asked again to confirm.
Feng Yuerou nodded, "It's alright."
"It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright..." Lady Annam suddenly froze, her excited and surprised expression instantly freezing.
"It's you! Qiao Qinghe, you lied to me! You lied to me with the child and Yue Rou's death!"
"Why? Why did you do this?"
The Lady of Annam became more and more agitated as she spoke, until finally she descended into madness.
Feng Yuerou took several steps back, looking at the Lady of Annan with a complicated expression, and then turned to look at Qiao Qinghe.
Qiao Qinghe also happened to be looking at Feng Yuerou.
The moment their eyes met, they both saw a look of seriousness in each other's eyes.
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