The sedan bearers understood and immediately said, "This is the great-aunt of Master Wang of the Prince's Mansion. She is going to the Lan Zichang family to discuss some matters. Which direction is the Lan family? We would appreciate it if you, fellow villagers, could show us the way."
The Lan family.
Prince's Mansion.
Aren't these two already married?
Pooh
What kind of marriage is this? The royal family is just after Lan Qinyu's pretty face and wants to marry her to have a son.
Who knew that Lan Qinyu would die the very next night? She was truly unlucky.
The Prince's Mansion has come knocking this time. Is it to demand money? Or to demand an explanation?
Anyone would feel unlucky if something like this happened!
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
A boy, perhaps urged on by an elder, stepped forward and awkwardly gave a bow. "I'll lead the way for you."
The boy, about seven or eight years old, was jumping and skipping in front of them.
The sedan chair bearers hurriedly lifted the sedan chair and followed.
After turning three times on that path, we arrived at the Lan family's gate.
Midway through the journey, as they passed the Meng family's residence, Linghu Lan slightly lifted the side curtain and saw Meng Zhuo and Ning Yue standing at the entrance of the Meng family's residence, staring at the sedan chair as it walked forward, seemingly trying to see clearly who was sitting inside.
However, she only saw a side profile, and that side profile made Ning Yue's heart skip a beat.
Recalling the rumors circulating in the village that Lan Qinyu was dead, her face turned pale. She had been reincarnated, so she was particularly sensitive to matters of the soul and death.
"What's wrong?" Meng Zhuo held her cold little hand and asked in a low voice.
His tone was ambiguous, as if he had been too reckless last night and hurt her, and that she was still uncomfortable.
Ning Yue calmed herself down and naturally noticed that Meng Zhuo's tone was abnormal. Her face flushed red, and she said reproachfully, "It's all your fault. Last night... I still have a stomachache now."
Meng Zhuo's heart warmed. If it weren't for the many people watching outside, he would have loved to take his darling wife right there and then. "If I don't harm you, who do you want me to harm?"
His long eyebrows that reached his temples gave him a uniquely heroic look, and his slightly upturned eyes made him seem carefree, which Ning Yue absolutely loved.
Her eyes involuntarily flashed with a seductive glint, and she bit her lip slightly, spitting out, "Pah! You're so improper all day long, spouting such nonsense, and in public no less! If you're so bold, and someone overhears you, they'll at most say you're promiscuous, but I'll be accused of being unchaste."
Meng Zhuo was stunned for a moment by her charming appearance, then his heart was filled with immense joy. "My wife, you've changed!"
"Huh? You don't like it?" Ning Yue was stunned, her eyes filled with nervousness and unease.
From the moment she transmigrated, she fell in love with the seemingly careless but actually meticulous man before her, and was willing to endure hardship with him.
However, she was also terrified, afraid that he would find out she was an imposter, after all, he had treated his ex-wife well.
“Fool, how could I not like you? You used to be honest and kind, but you were like clay or wood. Now you’ve become so much better. You’re hardworking, capable, and reliable. I even suspect that when you fell off the cliff, you fell into a fairy’s cave and came out as a fairy. I’m the little thief who stole the fairy’s clothes. How many lifetimes did I have to cultivate to be with you?”
This indirect compliment made Ning Yue's heart flutter. She lowered her head and wrung out her handkerchief, feeling relieved. Whether he noticed or not, as long as he liked it and didn't mind, that was enough.
She twisted her waist, her eyes sparkling with allure. "You...you really have honeyed words. Husband, I..."
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