Dongfang Yi nodded after hearing this, "Okay, have Mo Han let me know when the time comes."
Immediately afterwards, Dongfang Yi walked behind him, and the servants quickly followed.
...
Jian Yixue and her companion also walked to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Hearing the noise, the old man turned his head and looked over.
"How did you get here?"
The old man thought that at this hour, they shouldn't still be with the old lady.
Why did you come looking for him?
Jian Yixue got straight to the point, took out a piece of jade from her spatial storage, and handed it to the old man.
"Grandpa, have you ever seen this before?"
Looking at the jade piece in Jian Yixue's hand, the old man picked it up and examined it carefully.
"No. But this jade isn't very good; it's at best a mediocre item. Where did it come from?"
“In the vase in my mother’s room,” Jian Yixue answered truthfully.
Upon hearing this, the old man thought of the vase on the bookshelf in his daughter's room, and then looked at the jade piece in his hand.
"This jade is indeed not very good, but the carving skills are truly remarkable."
"As far as I know, there are fewer than three masters in the world with such carving skills. And Lancheng has one." The old man said, rubbing the carving in his hands.
"who?"
"Master Fuchen"
"Master Fuchen?"
She had heard of this name before.
A world-class sculptor who rose to fame at a young age.
Today, his works are auction items worth hundreds of millions.
However, this person has been living in seclusion for more than a decade.
The old man nodded.
"Where is he?" Jian Yixue asked.
The old man shook his head. "No one knows where he is, only that he comes to Lancheng for a period of time every year, and then travels around."
They should be in Lancheng by now. I'll send people out to look for them.
"Thank you." Jian Yixue didn't make any pretentious excuses and directly thanked the old man for his kindness.
More people mean more hope and can greatly improve efficiency.
Now, all Jian Yixue wants is to find her mother as soon as possible.
"What are you saying? You are my granddaughter, and Tinglan is my daughter. This is something I did willingly," the old man said angrily.
Seeing this, Jian Yixue's last line of defense broke down, and she couldn't help but grin.
"Okay, Grandpa."
"That's more like it... What did you call me?"
The old man wondered if he was hallucinating.
"Grandpa."
Once the old man was sure he wasn't hallucinating, tears streamed down his face.
"Good, good, good, my dear granddaughter."
...
The Eastern Family, on the west side.
The residence of the second son of the Dongfang family.
Having just finished treating her foot injury at Old Cheng's, Dongfang Die walked shakily into her home.
Thinking about her failure this time, she knew that if her father found out, she would definitely be punished and probably be forced to marry that playboy immediately.
She would rather die than marry that man.
Marrying such a philandering playboy, what happiness could she possibly have in her next life?
For a moment, Dongfang Die didn't know how to face her father.
I just wanted to sneak back to my room and hide.
But fate had other plans. As soon as she entered the room, she heard that terrifying voice.
"Butterfly!"
Dongfang Die paused, a hint of fear on her face.
He turned his head to look at her and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Father."
"Come with me."
Dongfang Yelei looked at his daughter with a serious expression and said.
Then, he went straight to the study.
Dongfang Die's face turned pale; she knew she couldn't escape it.
Having no choice but to grit his teeth and endure the leg pain, he followed Dongfang Yelei, limping along.
As soon as she entered the study, Dongfang Die heard Dongfang Yelei's question.
"How did things go?"
Dongfang Die steadied herself, gritted her teeth, and said, "I'm sorry, Father..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face.
The blow caused Dongfang Die, who was already unsteady on her feet, to stumble, but she still managed to bump into the corner of the table.
Dongfang Die's face turned pale instantly, and the pain in her back made her gasp.
"Useless! You can't even handle the simplest tasks!"
Dongfang Yelei looked coldly at Dongfang Die in front of him.
That cold, stern gaze seemed to be directed at a subordinate, not his daughter.
Even so, Dongfang Die dared not say anything except shed tears.
The more she talks, the more she is punished.
She was afraid...
"Tell me, what happened?"
After Dongfang Yelei finished venting his anger, he asked...
Dongfang Die pursed her lips and told Dongfang Yelei everything.
Dongfang Yelei frowned; he hadn't expected to run into Dongfang Qingyan so coincidentally.
Perhaps she already had her doubts.
Even if she doesn't suspect anything, what will happen when Dongfang Yi finds out...?
Thinking of this, Dongfang Yelei said to Dongfang Die, "You should stay home and prepare for the marriage with the Zheng family. You don't need to worry about anything else."
Now, she has lost her value.
He originally thought that going to Dongfang Die would be the least noticeable option.
Even if his father finds out later, he will have a reason to deal with it.
Who would have thought such a thing would happen?
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Die shook her head violently. "No, Father, I can find another way to get in. Please don't make me marry Zheng Qiangkai."
“I will arrange for someone else to handle this. You’ve already been exposed. Do you think Dongfang Qingyan is stupid? Doesn’t she think of something?”
Dongfang Yelei looked at Dongfang Die with great impatience, his eyes filled with deep disgust.
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