Ming Yiqian's face was full of regret.
He really regretted it. If he had known that his father and mother's wedding would take place on the second day, he would have returned.
Madam Yan's face was kind and gentle: "Yi Qian, this is not your fault."
"It was Master's Wife and your Master who didn't recognize each other that led to this. Don't blame yourself."
"In fact, both your master's wife and your master know about you and Hongling."
"Master's wife wants to ask you, what do you think?"
Mrs. Yan is not like the women in the backyard. She is much more open-minded.
Ming Yiqian could tell that his master's wife was trying to find out about his background.
He immediately confessed everything.
"Master, Master's Wife, I like Hong Ling."
"My disciple's family is extremely wealthy, and my parents are the Emperor and Empress of Beichen."
"I opened Piao Miao Lou at home, making a fortune every day. I don't have to worry about money."
"Also, my father and mother are deeply in love and very easy to get along with. Besides my mother, there is no other woman in the harem, so there is no need to worry about palace fighting or unnecessary trouble."
"I have three brothers and two sisters, and they're all very good people. There's no need to worry about future sisters-in-law or sisters-in-law."
"I, the disciple, can swear that there will never be another woman besides Hong Ling in this life."
"If I cannot do the above, I will die a miserable death!"
Ming Yiqian's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.
Because of nervousness, his face turned red and hot.
Sect Master Yan and Madam Yan looked at each other. Why is this child still blushing?
I knew he had a powerful background, but I didn't know he was a prince. Does the penultimate sentence count then?
How many princes and nobles in this world can die alone?
It's hard to find even with a lantern.
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