Yu Fuling believed Song Nian's words. She said, "It doesn't matter if my younger brother is not here. Let's go in and wait for him."
Mrs. Song, who was sweeping the yard, heard the noise and came over to say, "Speak softly, don't disturb the young master from reading."
She noticed outside the door, and seeing Yu Jiao dressed well, she asked, "What do you two girls want?"
Yu Fuling then realized that the gatekeeper was deceiving her, and hurriedly said, "I am Qizhe's elder sister. Please tell Qizhe that his family is here."
Mrs. Song heard Yu Fuling's familiar tone and said, "Wait a moment, young ladies." She then said to her son, "Go and tell the master quickly."
Song Nian was still a little hesitant, and only went to the study after being urged by Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song smiled and invited Yu Fuling and Yu Jiao into the yard. She explained on behalf of her silly son, "Don't be offended, young lady. It was because two young ladies came from Qingzhou a few days ago and claimed to be old friends of the young master. They made the young master unhappy, so Song Nian didn't dare to invite the two young ladies in rashly."
The two girls from Qingzhou... Yu Fuling and Yu Jiao looked at each other, and both guessed the same person. Yu Fuling asked directly, "Is one of the girls surnamed Yang?"
Mrs. Song was surprised for a moment, but then she thought that if these two girls were really the young master's relatives, it wouldn't be surprising that they recognized the girl surnamed Yang. She nodded, "Yes, the surname is Yang."
Yu Fuling's expression faded, "She really won't give up!"
After arranging her own maid to do such a cruel thing in Danzhou, she still had the nerve to come to the capital to continue pestering Qi Zhe.
Yu Fuling was secretly annoyed at her own stupidity. During the incident at the West Garden of Yang Mansion in Qingzhou, she naively thought that it was all the work of the maid. How could a grown-up lady like Yang Jiyan be so vicious? Yu Jiao had reminded her at that time, but she didn't take it seriously.
It was not until the time when she encountered bandits in Danzhou that she finally recognized Yang Jiyan's true face. Fortunately, she rejected the marriage proposal from the Yang family, otherwise, she would have been involved with such a sinister and vicious woman. The thought of doing so would have made her feel sick.
The courtyard was not very big. Before Yu Jiao and Yu Fuling followed Mother Yang into the main hall, Yu Qizhe, who had heard Song Nian's report, had already walked out of the study.
Yu Fuling had sharp eyes. Seeing Yu Qizhe approaching, she called out in surprise, "Little brother."
Yu Jiao looked up and paused, not rushing towards Yu Qizhe as impatiently as Yu Fuling.
He was wearing a long gown with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns. He was tall and slender, and seemed to have grown a little taller. Although it had only been a few months, the youthfulness on his face had faded a lot. He now had a straight nose, handsome features, and his temperament became more calm and steady. He looked like a handsome young man born in a family of scholars.
Yu Jiao heard him call Yu Fuling "Sister", and then turned around and looked at her.
It hadn't been long since they met, but Yu Jiao always felt that he seemed a little strange. She saw him smiling at her and called out in a gentle voice, "Jiao Jiao."
When he smiled, his narrow eyes were as bright as stars, his eyebrows and eyes were as clear and elegant as ink, and he was indescribably charming and handsome.
Yu Jiao looked at him, not knowing what to say or what to do.
When we haven't met, I always want to come and see him. But when we meet, I feel homesick and don't dare to ask him to come back.
Yu Qizhe walked towards her, held Yu Jiao's hand, and asked with a smile, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Yu Jiao lowered her eyes and glanced at the hand holding hers. The joints were distinct and slender like jade, and the fingertips were stained with a little ink. She pulled her hand away, came back to her senses, and smiled to hide her feelings, "Nothing, I just feel like I haven't seen you for a long time."
Yu Qizhe twisted his empty palms and frowned slightly, "Let's talk inside."
The three of them entered the main room. Yu Fuling was so immersed in her joy that she didn't notice the slight abnormality between them. She was in high spirits and started talking to Yu Qizhe, starting with the words that Yu Mengshan and Song asked her to bring. She talked about Yu Qizhe's studies in the capital. She talked until her mouth was dry and she drank several cups of tea.
She looked at Yu Jiao, blinked and said, "Actually, there is one more thing. It's about Yu Jiao's life experience. Let her tell you herself."
Yu Qizhe was sitting next to Yu Jiao. He looked at her deeply and asked in an indistinguishable tone, "What's your background?"
Yu Jiao avoided his gaze uncomfortably, "It's nothing, actually. Liu Sanniang is not my biological mother, and my household registration has been moved out of the Yu family."
Yu Jiao did not mention the Liu family, but Yu Fuling could not wait to ask, "Brother, guess who Yu Jiao's father is!"
Yu Jiao suddenly spoke up to stop her, "Sister Fuling, there's nothing... to say."
Yu Fuling originally wanted to see how Yu Qizhe would react when he heard that Liu Ci Fu was Yu Jiao's biological father, but she didn't expect that Yu Jiao suddenly didn't want to tell her younger brother. She finally noticed that there was something wrong with Yu Jiao's expression, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to become stiff in an instant.
"Yes... nothing." Yu Fuling was worried that she had said something wrong. She stood up and made an excuse, "The tea in the pot is gone. I'll go get someone to bring some."
After Yu Fuling left the room, the room became quiet. Yu Qizhe said slowly, "Is there anything I can't know?"
Yu Jiao shook her head, her expression cold and indifferent, "Nothing."
Yu Qizhe raised his hand and touched Yu Jiao's small hand that was resting on the armrest. Yu Jiao pretended to move her hand away casually and took out a handkerchief from her sleeve.
"Jiaojiao, are you avoiding me?" Yu Qizhe's deep voice sounded in the house.
Without waiting for Yu Jiao's response, he stood up, walked to Yu Jiao, and placed his slender white hands on the two armrests on the sides of Yu Jiao. This sudden close distance made Yu Jiao feel uncomfortable.
When she raised her eyes, she met Yu Qizhe's dark and deep eyes. Yu Jiao moved back towards the chair, but there was no way to avoid it.
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