Yan Lingyun glanced at Yan Nangui a few times, and her words were quite harsh.
“Father is right.” Yan Nangui nodded. “It was my fault for being so immature. I only thought about the present and forgot to look to the future.”
Yan Lingyun sighed inwardly. This daughter was indeed... different from before. He had been somewhat doubtful when his eldest son mentioned it last time.
Looking back now, it's clear that he suffered greatly, and his temperament changed as a result.
This temperament is clearly inherited from me.
"There's something else that Father probably doesn't know yet. Before I left, I received news that my third sister had miscarried. It was caused by Meng Junxian's concubine, but that concubine committed suicide. Her brother made a scene at the Jingzhao Yi Yamen, and the yamen had no choice but to handle it. Meng Junxian was found guilty of failing to manage his household properly and was stripped of his official position. It's just a pity that my third sister suffered for no reason."
Yan Lingyun remained silent for a long time this time: "You guys... are ultimately the closest of brothers and sisters."
"My daughter knew, of course, but she only found out now. When she was little, she was always puzzled as to why my eldest brother and I had different names from my second brother and sisters. Oh, my eldest brother wasn't home when we were little. So my daughter was the only one whose name was different from my second brother and sisters. My daughter always thought that she was adopted."
"Sigh, I was so ignorant when I was a kid. Now I understand. We're all the same."
Yan Lingyun felt a surge of guilt and helplessness at these words, and could only sigh, "It's your father who has wronged you."
Yan Nangui smiled, "Father, what's the use of being sorry? The child you truly wronged is already dead. Died in despair, died tragically, died in humiliation. Died silently."
The sight of geese flying south evokes genuine sadness and sorrow. For the sake of that true southward migration of geese.
“Gui’er, about your past…” Yan Nanxu wanted to say that the past shouldn’t be brought up, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
In the past, she was the one who truly suffered.
Last time, his sister's slap finally brought out his guilt and years of confusion.
"That's enough. What's past is past. What's future is what matters. Although Third Sister suffered in the Meng family, they ultimately couldn't afford to offend the Eldest Princess. However, if Fourth Sister marries the Twelfth Prince in the future, with Consort Zhen favored and the Cao family powerful, I'm afraid the Eldest Princess won't be able to protect her if she suffers any injustice."
"Don't worry, the Yan family will never have another girl marrying a prince." Yan Lingyun understood Yan Nangui's words.
However, this was originally his idea.
Their family should not have had a daughter marry a prince.
He wasn't blaming Yan for returning south; he knew his eldest daughter had no choice in that situation.
But we won't need another one.
He is a general who has defended his country for twenty years and has no need to exchange his daughter for any glory or wealth.
"Don't worry, things have come to this, and I know what to do. You just need to focus on recovering. As for your health... I will ask the Crown Prince to find you a good imperial physician."
"Don't worry about anything else. In any case, as a subject of Dayan, I am loyal to His Majesty and the Crown Prince."
After saying that, Yan Lingyun took out a brocade ribbon from his bosom and handed it to Yan Nangui: "Take this. I'm afraid I won't be able to come anymore, but I will send someone to bring you some things these days. In the future... we can correspond, but... as a general, I can't correspond too often. But I will still send people to deliver messages."
"Thank you, Father." Yan Nangui readily agreed.
Having said all that, the father and son had to leave.
As the wild geese flew south, I rose to see them off.
Yan Lingyun was reluctant to part with him, but could only gently pat Yan Nangui's shoulder and say, "Take good care of yourself."
Then, he turned and left.
Back at his lodgings, he sighed, “Gui’er’s temperament… is never like your mother’s.”
“She has suffered a lot, but now… she has been tempered and refined,” Yan Nanxu said.
"It's all my fault." Yan Lingyun was in great distress.
Now the situation is even more complicated. He can't take all the children with him; His Majesty won't allow it.
Unless he could bring the princess with him, but he was unwilling.
So he took his eldest son with him, thinking that he felt most sorry for his second son.
Because Nan Gui was a girl and there was an old lady in the family, he... he thought that Nan Gui, who had lost her mother, would be taken care of by the old lady.
Even if she were the eldest princess, why would she make things difficult for a girl?
But that's just how it is.
He was too straightforward; he didn't want to marry into the royal family, but the eldest princess did.
So when Nan Gui reached the age to return south, he was tricked into joining the Meng family.
Yes, the reason Yan Nangui spoke so harshly to Yan Nanxu last time was to force them to investigate what happened back then.
At least, they managed to find out about the Meng family's past.
It was Yan Lingyun's own lack of foresight. He thought that since he had told the Princess and the Old Madam that Yan Nangui would not enter the royal family even when he grew up, they would believe him.
However, due to her own concerns, the princess casually married her fifteen-year-old daughter to the Meng family.
At that time, Nan Gui was still young and was coaxed. Yan Lingyun only knew that it was her daughter's choice.
They hadn't heard anything bad about the Meng family, so they agreed.
This was actually due to the man's carelessness; he hadn't inquired about who was in the Meng family's backyard at that time.
I have no idea how amazing my cousin is.
Today, everything Yan Nangui says boils down to one thing: the Yan family can no longer have a daughter marry a prince.
Yan Lingyun agreed with this point.
However, the father and daughter's starting points were no longer the same.
Yan Lingyun didn't want to waver between the royal family and Yan Nangui, but all Yan Nangui wanted was unwavering support.
She spoke in a storytelling tone, simply telling Yan Lingyun about the Crown Prince's predicament.
No matter how many trump cards the Crown Prince has up his sleeve, on the surface, the princes clearly don't take him seriously.
"Father, what are you thinking about?" Yan Nanxu asked, looking at his silent father.
"I was wrong to say that Gui'er resembles me. Actually... thinking about it carefully, she resembles your maternal grandfather." Duke Lan was exceptionally wise, but unfortunately, he did not live long.
Unfortunately, he only had two daughters, so there was no one to carry on his legacy.
Yan Nanxu had no memory of his maternal grandfather either, as they passed away before he was even born.
"Xu'er, from now on, you and I, father and son, must be more careful."
Yan Nanxu nodded, but hesitated to speak.
"Don't ask, even your father doesn't know what the future holds. But... your father can't just abandon your sister," Yan Lingyun said.
Yan Nanxu nodded: "I know, and I feel very guilty too."
Not only his sister, but he hasn't even mentioned his mother back then. But he's not in a hurry; he's still investigating slowly.
No rush...
On the other side, Yan Nangui opened the brocade bag, and sure enough, there was a stack of silver notes, which, when counted, amounted to fifty thousand taels.
She accepted it without hesitation.
She wasn't in a hurry to go back; instead, she was waiting for the Crown Prince to return.
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