Chapter 128 Cloud Feather CP Gong Shangjiao 5
"It's a pity that their family had an accident ten years ago, leaving behind only a son." At this point, Zheng Zhongyi's expression, which had been filled with gritted teeth, turned sad.
Zheng Zhongyi took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and placed it on the table along with the letter that had been sent later. "I wonder if my dear nephew recognizes whose jade pendant this is?"
Gong Shangjiao picked up the semi-circular jade pendant and touched the character "Ling" engraved on it.
He recognized it naturally; it was a dragon and phoenix jade pendant. His mother had the other half, which was engraved with the character "遂".
The jade pendants are made of excellent jade, but the carving is somewhat rough because both pendants were carved by my father himself.
The jade pendant and letter were retrieved by Zheng Zhongyi from the study earlier, with the intention of discussing the marriage if the two of them hit it off.
If they didn't find each other attractive, he burned the letter, returned the jade pendant, and said that Gong Suijiao had dropped it while drunk.
Whether Miyazaki believes it or not is irrelevant to him; after all, his father got him drunk and tricked him. Can you trust a drunkard's words? No!
Of course, if Zheng Zhongyi said that, Gong Shangjiao would really believe it.
Gong Suijiao was also drunk when the engagement was made; otherwise, he would have had Zheng Zhongyi sign and seal the document instead of leaving the jade pendant.
The jade pendant was a token of love between him and Madam Ling, and since he had given it to her, he felt too embarrassed to ask for it back.
When Madam Ling inquired about the jade pendant, he couldn't very well say that it was used as a token to deceive people into arranging marriages for their children.
They simply said they didn't know where it had fallen, and then re-engraved a different dragon and phoenix jade pendant.
"We'll return this jade pendant to our nephew for now. Our Zheng family awaits the betrothal from the palace." Zheng Zhongyi looked at Gong Shangjiao with a smile, his eyes full of satisfaction.
How could I not be happy that my favorite nephew and my youngest daughter got married?
He trusted Gong Shangjiao's character and understood his youngest daughter's personality. Even if their relationship wasn't dramatic, it would be warm and harmonious.
That's enough. There aren't that many passionate loves in the world. Most couples are just living together as a couple. Warmth and harmony are the norm.
Zheng Nanyi, dressed in a white undergarment, was being dressed and made up by Mianyue.
Suddenly, Zheng Nanyi's eyes narrowed slightly. The sound of breaking a window rang out. Zheng Nanyi picked up a hairpin from the dressing table and shot it at the two people, pulling Mianyue and another maid to avoid their attack.
"The second young lady of the Zheng family actually knows martial arts?" Han Ya Lu looked at the hairpin that was embedded three-tenths of the wall with alarm and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Han Yaqi had to both escort Shangguan Qian to Shangfu City and deliberately reveal the news that there was an assassin among the brides at the palace gate stronghold.
The task of finding someone to replace Zheng Nanyi was entrusted to him, but who would have thought that the information was wrong, and that the second young lady of the Zheng family knew martial arts.
"Retreat." There was no time to think further. Having alerted the enemy, the substitution mission was doomed to fail, so Han Yaqi had no choice but to retreat.
The two had just stepped out when they were stopped by Zheng Jialin, who had come to deliver a flute and sword to Zheng Nanyi.
Zheng Jialin always carried her sword with her, and tossed the flute and sword to Zheng Nanyi, who came out of the house.
"That female assassin is yours. It's time for you to see some blood today, so you won't have all that internal strength but weak, lifeless sword energy."
As she spoke, Zheng Jialin leaped forward to confront Han Ya Lu.
Zheng Nanyi twirled the white flute in his hand, drew his flute-sword, and faced the female assassin.
As for Zheng Jialin's words, just take them with a grain of salt; she was just acting.
How could a young lady who only practices martial arts in private and has barely touched a sword still possess such sharp sword energy and a menacing aura?
Her high internal strength is due to her high talent; she has only been practicing for five years. Of course, she wouldn't tell others that she has only practiced for five years, but rather that it has doubled.
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