Su Hua frowned repeatedly as she listened.
Isn't Old Wang implying that Su Sui is infertile?
Having a baby is always a matter for two people. Since the Wang family has no heir, shouldn't Wang Chunfu accompany Su Sui?
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Shanghe Village.
Meng Yun'er was standing guard under the crooked old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Because Zhao Shi was completely unresponsive yesterday, she didn't even get a whiff of the snail recipe. When she got home, she was subjected to a long and sarcastic reprimand from Meng's mother.
I made a point of arriving early today to wait for Qian Yueniang on this road.
The girl touched the bulging purse at her waist, her face showing determination.
She had known Su Hua since childhood and had been her close friend for so many years; she certainly hadn't done it for nothing.
She already knew the Su family's personalities very well. If anyone in the Su family had the most scheming mind, it would be Qian Yueniang. Putting a little silver in front of Qian Yueniang was like putting a fish in front of a cat that was trying to steal fish.
There's absolutely no need to worry about the cat not falling for it.
Meng Yun'er was sitting on the tree root, pondering what to do after she got the recipe for the snail, when suddenly the sound of clattering hooves came from behind her.
Turning around, I saw a large, snow-white horse galloping towards me.
The horse was pure white, with tall hooves and a flowing mane that resembled a soft, lustrous satin.
The carriage pulled behind the white horse was even more exquisite, with all four sides wrapped in sky-blue silk and intricate patterns carved on the black windows.
Meng Yun'er's eyes lit up. When did Shanghe Village get such a nice carriage?
This carriage was worlds apart from his own little blue carriage; it was like comparing heaven and earth.
The white horse pulling the carriage could probably buy several of her horses.
A mountain breeze suddenly blew by, stirring the carriage curtains.
He revealed a graceful and handsome face.
The boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. He wore a sky-blue gauze robe, and his long black hair was held up by a jade hairpin of the same color. He had fair skin, well-defined features, and a pair of eyes that were as bright and clear as a mountain spring.
He looks exactly like a young man from a wealthy family!
Meng Yun'er blushed slightly and stood up abruptly.
He quickly took two steps toward the center of the mountain road.
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