The two snorted coldly and said reluctantly, "If you are generally satisfied, then we can reluctantly agree that he is qualified to marry my Ling'er."
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"Has the hairpin been given away? Did she accept it?"
As soon as Zhou Jing'an entered the main hall, Zhou Ning'an pulled him aside and asked him questions non-stop.
This brat came into the palace in a hurry yesterday. She thought something had happened, but he just took out the hairpin and asked her haltingly if she would like it if he gave it to Jiang Ling tomorrow.
At that time, Zhou Ning'an felt helpless and relieved. He sighed and patted his shoulder hard, feeling like his son had grown up.
It was at that moment that she knew that her silly brother not only bloomed, but also bloomed only for Jiang Ling.
Zhou Jing'an was still feeling a little dizzy, as if he was dreaming. He came back to his senses when he heard Zhou Ning'an's urging voice, and then his face turned red.
"She accepted it and said she liked it very much." He whispered.
Zhou Ning'an opened her eyes wide with joy and turned around the room excitedly twice, which frightened Cao Yuan so much that he rushed over to support her.
"Hurry back home and tell my parents and Huan'an the good news. Hurry up and prepare the eight gifts so that you can go to the Jiang family to propose marriage!" Zhou Ning'an wanted to fly to his mother's house right now to celebrate properly.
Zhou Jing'an also smiled and nodded woodenly, "Well, I'll tell my parents when I get home."
His fingers stroked the corner of his clothes and he mumbled, "I'll go home after I send her back home."
Zhou Ning'an was stunned for a moment, then nodded again with satisfaction.
"This is my good brother, well done."
She didn't expect that her silly brother would become so smart after he came to his senses.
If Feng Yu were here, he would definitely not be able to resist taking credit for it.
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Zhou Jing'an rode his horse beside the Jiang family's carriage, and from time to time he lowered his eyes to look at the leisurely moving carriage, his heart filled with satisfaction and joy.
When Jiang Ling was about to get off the carriage, he knocked on the window frame, and saw the curtain being lifted, and a little head poked out from inside.
Zhou Jing'an unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Ling'er, I want to ask the emperor for mercy, are you willing?"
If she didn't want the emperor's marriage to be so conspicuous, she could just follow the normal marriage negotiation process.
In short, everything depends on Ling'er, and she has the final say.
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