Chapter 95
The apricot blossoms were almost done blooming, and the breeze was blowing everywhere outside the door. The noisy voices coming from afar made her feel a little dazed.
Zhao Mingzhu was asked to leave the warm room. Lu Jiaxue raised his hand and asked Yining to sit across from him. He said to her, "Do you know the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion?"
Judging from the tone of her voice, she really intended to adopt her as her adopted daughter? Yi Ning said softly, "...I know."
She knew every blade of grass and every tree in the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion.
"Marquis Ningyuan was also conferred the title by Emperor Shengzu during the founding of the country." Lu Jiaxue leaned back in his chair, his handsome face possessing a depth that felt like it had been carved by a knife or an axe. He was also a military commander, tall and strong. No matter how hard he tried to restrain his aura, he could only appear slightly gentle. If he let it slip even a little, as he was now, his aura would be quite overwhelming. He continued, "This is the seventh generation that has been passed down to me. I have no children, so I'd like to adopt you as my adopted daughter. Are you willing?"
Although she had been prepared, she still felt it was a bit absurd when she heard it. She suddenly asked, "Isn't Sister Mingzhu your adopted daughter?"
Lu Jiaxue smiled upon hearing this. His smile seemed to be still that of his youth, his eyes and eyebrows alluring. "It was your father who wanted me to adopt you as his adopted daughter." He paused. "Mingzhu offered me tea, but it's not registered in the family tree, so it doesn't count. I'm taking you in with all my sincerity, so I'll register you in the family tree. And Mingzhu can't call me her adopted father outside of the family, but you can't."
So what merits did she have to deserve his attention? Could it be because she was Wei Ling's biological daughter?
He killed her in his previous life.
When Luo Yining thought of this, he felt a chill surging in his bones and blood, and even a faint pain.
She didn't believe it at first, but she couldn't help it. Xie Min was framed without any reason, and he became the biggest beneficiary. No one in the Ningyuan Marquis's Mansion dared to mention her again, not even Lu Jiaxue. No matter how much she didn't want to believe it, she finally believed it.
Yi Ning didn't say anything. Wei Ling came over and touched her head, saying softly, "Meimei, Mingzhu wasn't included in the family tree when she was adopted. So, the governor will be your adoptive father from now on, okay? If you ever get married, he'll also give you a generous gift."
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lu Jiaxue smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to?" He didn't expect that the little girl would be unwilling.
He has already asked this question, so if I answer no, I would be offending him.
Is Lu Jiaxue's face so easy to offend? If she really makes him unhappy, Wei Ling might not be able to protect her.
She looked up and saw Wei Ling looking at her, his eyes signaling her to agree. But her lips seemed to be glued shut, unable to speak. If she was really included in the family tree, she would have to call him her foster father. With such a close relationship between them, they would inevitably have frequent interactions.
Lu Jiaxue saw that she didn't speak for a long time, and his smile gradually faded.
Wei Ling whispered in Yining's ear, "Meimei, what's wrong with you? Hurry up and agree to it."
Yining gritted her teeth, suddenly thinking, what's the big deal? Isn't it just a foster father? So what if he's the real deal? For Lu Jiaxue, what difference does it make whether he's a foster daughter or not? Will he kill her later?
So she steadied herself, took the tea from the maid's square lacquer tray, and handed it to Lu Jiaxue while half-kneeling.
Lu Jiaxue's expression finally relaxed a little, and he reached out to take the tea she handed over.
It was he who suggested that she be recognized as his adoptive father, so if Yi Ning refused, he would naturally be angry. He had been in power for many years, and if he didn't think she looked like that man, he wouldn't have shown her kindness.
When Luo Yining saw him raise his hand, a string of beads appeared on his wrist. The dark wood seemed to have been rubbed for many years and had a warm luster.
After drinking tea, he took off the beads on his wrist and gave them to her: "This is a token of my love. If you are in trouble in the future, I will certainly not ignore you."
Wei Ling was a little surprised when he saw the beads, but then his expression returned to normal and he didn't say anything.
Luo Yining then calmly called Lu Jiaxue "godfather", and Lu Jiaxue nodded in response.
He had something else to do and couldn't stay long, so he left in a hurry shortly after drinking tea.
Wei Ling came down and said to Yi Ning, "Lu Jiaxue always carried that string of beads with him when he went to the battlefield. I heard he got it from a high monk. But he gave it to you."
Yi Ning held the beads in her hand and played with them for a moment. Thinking of them as something Lu Jiaxue wore close to her skin, she felt as if she could still feel his body warmth. They smelled of just a faint sandalwood scent, nothing special. But she put the beads in her cosmetics box and never took them out again.
A few days later, Lu Jiaxue sent another pipa over.
This pipa was also locked in the warehouse.
Zhao Mingzhu felt uncomfortable after hearing this and threw herself on the bed without saying a word. A little maid accidentally knocked over a cup, and she immediately sat up. Unexpectedly, another maid came in hurriedly and said to her, "Miss Mingzhu, your cousin is here again!"
Zhao Mingzhu's face suddenly looked a little strange.
She was at the Duke's Mansion, and her mother didn't come often. She didn't like her coming over; seeing her mother's attentive smile and awkward posture always made her feel uncomfortable. She would always remember that she came from such a small place, and she would feel annoyed.
She put on her shoes and got out of bed, pursed her lips and asked, "Where is she?"
The little girl quickly replied, "I'm waiting for you at the back door!"
Zhao Mingzhu didn't bring any maids with her and hurried over.
As expected, Zheng was waiting for her at the back door, holding a package in her arms. Seeing her coming, she smiled attentively and handed her the package: "I did the needlework for you." Seeing Zhao Mingzhu frowning slightly as if impatient, she quickly said: "This is an inner garment, made of fine material..."
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