At that moment, Jiang Ancheng's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at his smiling daughter.

His daughter has grown up and can accomplish what she wants on her own.

As a father, he felt both ashamed and relieved.

There is more comfort than shame. In this world, it is always more important for people to rely on themselves than to rely on others, even if that someone else is a father, a brother, or a husband.

"Xiao Yu, please accompany your uncle for a walk." Zhen Shicheng said.

Yu Jin, who was wearing casual clothes, clasped his fists to Zhen Shicheng and came to Jiang Ancheng's side: "Uncle, let's go."

Jiang Ancheng looked at the handsome young man, then at his graceful little daughter, and sighed in his heart despite his joy.

Xiaoyu and Si'er are a good match. He will go back and test Si'er's intention. If Si'er is willing, he can ask Brother Zhen to be the witness. This is much more reliable than letting Si'er just want to marry into a wealthy family.

As for the bet between the daughter and the old lady?

Haha, anyway, the government has already sentenced Yi'er and Zhu Ziyu to divorce, so of course she is going to regret it!

Jiang Ancheng made the decision for his daughter silently without any psychological burden.

Seeing the crowd dispersing like the tide and the court becoming deserted, Zhen Shicheng walked away with his hands behind his back.

Zhen Heng stood there, looking lonely because there were no people watching the excitement.

Seeing his father coming, Zhen Heng smiled and said, "Father."

Zhen Shicheng asked meaningfully, "How is it? Are you scared?"

Zhen Heng couldn't help but look in the direction where Jiang Si left, with a pure smile on his face, and his voice was even purer than his smile: "Your son was not brought up to be scared."

He liked the girl not because she was a lady from a rich family who smiled without showing her teeth. From the moment he met her by chance in the mountains, he accepted her uniqueness.

And just now, he saw her other radiant side.

When a person becomes more unique in your heart, that should be a deeper joy.

He thought he was in love with her.

I want to have breakfast with her, sleep in her arms, and spend the rest of my life happily together.

If this person were someone else, he would feel very regretful.

Looking at his son's appearance, Zhen Shicheng suddenly felt a headache.

The original intention of calling his son to watch was to let him realize that Miss Jiang was not a well-behaved lady from a noble family. She was not the same kind of person as his son who loved reading, poetry, calligraphy and painting, so that the boy would give up sooner.

But looking at the silly boy's appearance, he seems to be getting deeper into trouble...

It's over. It seems that I have set out on the road to betray my son and there is no turning back. I must not let my wife know!

Shuntian Mansion became increasingly deserted, but a huge crowd of people poured in outside the Zhu family's gate, frightening the gatekeeper, who hurried to report to Mrs. Zhu.

Mrs. Zhu was waiting in the flower hall in the front yard.

The Duke of Dongping suddenly reported the case to the government, and the father and son all went to the government. What happened?

When the servant came in to report, Madam Zhu had already walked out of the flower hall and was standing on the stone steps with a distracted mind.

"Husband, madam, there are so many people here!"

"Where are the master and the young master?"

"I didn't see the old man and the young master. There were too many people."

"Madam..." The steward who accompanied Zhu Shaoqing and his son to Shuntian Prefecture ran in hurriedly.

Seeing the butler's face as pale as a ghost, Mrs. Zhu's heart sank and she asked hurriedly, "How is it?"

The steward fell to the ground and cried bitterly: "Madam, we lost, we lost..."

Mrs. Zhu staggered back and quickly reached out to hold on to the porch pillar.

Another servant came running over in a hurry: "Madam, the Earl of Dongping is at the door saying he wants to take the eldest girl away."

Mrs. Zhu's face changed several times and she strode out.

Jiang Ancheng did not enter the Zhu family's gate, but stood outside the gate beside the stone lion waiting.

Mrs. Zhu, accompanied by her maids and servants, stepped over the high threshold. She took one look at the crowd of people outside the door and felt dizzy.

After calming down for a moment, Mrs. Zhu forced a smile and said, "Since Uncle is here, why don't you go in and talk?"

Jiang Ancheng twitched his lips with a sullen face: "The Shuntian prefect has already sentenced the Zhu and Jiang families to divorce. I will not enter the Zhu Mansion. This time I came to pick up my granddaughter Yanyan."

"This is impossible!" Mrs. Zhu was stunned and subconsciously looked for Zhu Shaoqing and his son, but she only received countless contemptuous looks.

These gazes were like knives stabbing Mrs. Zhu's body.

"Pah! They are from a family of scholars, but they raised a son like this!"

"That's right. He plotted to murder his wife just to marry another woman. When he failed to kill her, he wanted to cheat on her so that he could divorce her. How could there be such a person in the world..."

Mrs. Zhu felt that these words seemed to be floating from the sky, separated by clouds and mist.

"What are they talking about?"

The steward whispered in Madam Zhu's ear: "Madam, the government has awarded the eldest daughter to the eldest lady to raise..."

Mrs. Zhu's eyes were fixed, and she seemed not to understand what the steward said.

"Mrs. Zhu, please don't get dizzy." The girl's gentle voice came, like a basin of ice water poured over my head.

Mrs. Zhu struggled to open her eyelids, and what she saw was a cold and pretty face.

"Miss Jiang Si." Mrs. Zhu came to her senses and stared at Jiang Si warily.

Jiang Si took a step forward and smiled gently and harmlessly: "Look, I said I would come to pick up Yanyan."

"You, you——" Madam Zhu pointed at Jiang Si, unable to utter a word. She only felt that this overly beautiful face was more terrifying than a demon.

Jiang Si's face turned cold, and he said to the Zhu Mansion's steward: "Go and carry your eldest daughter out!"

The steward of the Zhu Mansion subconsciously turned around and walked towards the mansion. After taking two steps, he suddenly reacted: Something is not right, why should he listen to the orders of Mr. Jiang?

The steward of the Zhu Mansion looked at Madam Zhu hesitantly.

Mrs. Zhu had a numb expression and did not react at all.

Yu Jin, who was standing by with several yamen runners, said calmly: "Zhu Ziyu and Jiang's daughter Yanyan has been sentenced to be raised by the woman. If your family refuses to carry out this order, I will go in and take people with me."

An old voice came: "Bring the girl out."

Mrs. Zhu's face suddenly changed, and she almost rushed forward: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhu Shaoqing was dressed respectably when he left the mansion, but now the original color of his clothes could not be identified. They were covered with yellow and green unknown substances. Even his hair was dripping with soup, which froze in this cold weather.

Zhu Shaoqing looked up at the heavy and dazzling plaque on the gate of the Zhu Mansion and murmured, "If a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father. I must pay for the sins I have committed!"

Jiang Si carried Yanyan and walked out.

"Aunt, why didn't mom come?"

"Your mother is making snacks that Yanyan likes to eat."

"Really? Then can Yanyan be brought back for Grandpa, Grandma and Dad to eat?"

Jiang Si paused, glanced at Zhu Shaoqing and Madam Zhu, but blocked the direction where Zhu Ziyu was.

"Sure." Jiang Si hugged Yanyan tighter, "Yanyan, you can discuss it with your mother and ask her to do more."

In the heart of the young daughter, her father is the most reliable mountain, and whether or not to overthrow this mountain in Yanyan's heart is not her decision.

"Let me hold him. The child is quite heavy." Yu Jin stretched out his hand.

"Yanyan is shy."

Yu Jin smiled at the little girl: "Yanyan, do you want uncle to hold you?"

Yanyan tilted her head and looked at the boy with bright black eyes, and stretched out her hand: "Brother, hug me."