"Why do I need your consent for my marriage?"
Jiang Yueyang's eyes rolled, "My parents don't agree either!"
Minister Jiang and his wife: "..."
"Sister~Why don't you agree?"
Mrs. Jiang was in a dilemma and said, "I think you can choose again. Maybe you can find a better one."
"What do you think is wrong with Xi Qingshan?"
Song Xihe felt that her sister would not disagree without a reason, and she must think there was something wrong with Xi Qingshan.
"There's nothing good about him." Jiang Yueyang suddenly interrupted.
Song Xihe was unhappy, "Do you know him? You said there is nothing good about him."
System: [Host, is there something wrong with your aunt's eyes? What on earth does she like about Xi Qingshan? ]
【Face? Talent?】
The system made a disgusted sound, "His appearance is not even one thousandth of Lu Yunting's, and his talent is only that of a last-place scholar. With the Song family's status as the richest man in Daxia, she can even marry the prince if she wants! What is there for her to figure out?"
[Alas, my aunt has had a bad brain since she was young, and now she is blind. Please understand.]
Song Xihe: “…”
Song Qian: My granddaughter’s words are still so interesting.
Others stifled laughter.
Song Xihe raised her foot and was about to walk towards Jiang Yueyang, but her hand was tightly grabbed by her third brother who was trying not to laugh.
No one present had any special reaction to Jiang Yueyang's thoughts. They had known that Jiang Yueyang had this problem since she was born.
But they don’t know that Jiang Yueyang’s voice can also be effective in identifying scumbags.
Hearing the long-lost voice, Song Qian couldn't help but ask: "Yangyang, what's the problem with Xi Qingshan?"
"He didn't..."
Jiang Yueyang interrupted Song Xihe, "He has a serious problem. Auntie, you will know if you come with me to a place tomorrow."
Song Xihe originally believed in Xi Qingshan's character, but seeing Yangyang being so confident, she became uncertain again.
Is there really something wrong with Xi Qingshan?
If he dares to lie to me, he's dead!
Seeing that his granddaughter and daughter had reached a consensus silently, Song Qian did not ask about Xi Qingshan. He would know the truth tomorrow anyway.
However, Yangyang would never say bad things about someone for no reason, so this Xi Qingshan might really have a problem.
At this time, Jiang Yueyang smiled and took Song Qian's hand and said, "Grandfather, didn't you say you would bring me a gift? Where is my gift?"
"Yangyang, your father has been searching across the ocean for several months to prepare a coming-of-age gift for you! We didn't have one when we came of age." The third uncle said in a very sour tone.
"Me neither." Song Xihe echoed sourly.
Jiang Yueyang raised her eyebrows slightly. If it has been shipped across the ocean, wouldn’t it be a foreign product?
"Grandfather..." Jiang Yueyang held up her hands and asked for a gift.
Song Qian patted her palm gently, then shouted outside, "Bring the things in."
After a while, the servants of the Song family carried in twenty boxes.
Jiang Yueyang was not surprised by this. If her grandfather was not generous, he would not be the richest man in Daxia.
Song Qian walked over and opened a box, which contained three boxes of different sizes.
He picked up the smallest box, opened it and handed it to Jiang Yueyang.
The system exclaimed in surprise, "There actually are pocket watches in this world."
Jiang Yueyang was also very surprised. Since coming to this world, she had many things she was not used to, one of which was the problem of not being able to keep track of time.
[Ahhh…Grandfather really understands me so well. ]
Song Qian raised his chin proudly, worthy of being me.
"Do you like it?"
Jiang Yueyang nodded, "I like it!"
"Then you will definitely like this one better." Song Qian reached out and picked up a box from the box and opened it.
[Ahhh... Xiaogua, tell me, I am not dreaming, right? ]
System: [You are not dreaming. ]
[Two telescopes! My grandfather is so kind to me.]
The last box contained a large pendulum clock, which Jiang Yueyang also liked very much. It would be worth a lot of money in modern times.
After looking at this box, Song Qian opened another box, which contained two muskets.
When Jiang Yueyang saw the musket, her brows slightly frowned. Is the technology over there so advanced?
If a war breaks out between the two sides... Song Qian picked up the musket and said, "Our Yangyang is so pretty, she needs something to protect herself. Your three uncles and cousins know how to use them, so let them teach you how to use them and carry them with you for self-defense in the future."
The other eighteen boxes were filled with very valuable items such as jewelry, clothes, fabrics, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc.
Jiang Yueyang shook her head and said, forget it, it’s not my turn to worry about those things.
"Grandpa~" she called Song Qian coquettishly.
Mrs. Jiang knew that her daughter would never stop complaining, so she said at the right time, "Okay, okay, your grandfather and his family have come a long way, let them rest first."
The Jiang family has always reserved a yard for the Song family.
"Mom is right. Grandfather, you two should go and have a rest first. The yard has been cleaned up. When you have rested, we can have a good talk."
"OK."
"Oh, right." Jiang Yueyang looked at Song Xihe, "Aunt, where is Xi Qingshan now?"
Song Xihe didn't answer, so Jiang Yueyang looked at her uncle.
Uncle Song then told me an address.
In a blink of an eye, night fell. Qingzhi knocked on Jiang Yueyang's door and then pushed it open.
"Girl, Qingming said there was some movement over there."
Jiang Yueyang stayed up all night waiting for this moment.
She put on her cloak and waved her hand, "Let's go."
After a while, Jiang Yueyang came to Song Xihe's room and woke Song Xihe up.
In the dark night, Song Xihe was suddenly met with a pair of bright eyes, and she was so scared that she almost died on the spot.
"Jiang Yueyang, you want to die! Why are you coming to my room so late at night?"
"Don't you want to know what's wrong with Xi Qingshan? Come on, I'll let you see with your own eyes what kind of trash he is."
ps: The heroine and her aunt have a love-hate relationship.
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