Fukang'an put down the covered bowl in his hand, looked directly into Su Qi's eyes, and asked in a dignified voice, "How come I have never heard of Master Su having a daughter?"
Su Qi shook his head and said helplessly with his hands clasped in front of him, "My daughter has been frail since she was a child. When she was seven years old, she fell seriously ill. My wife went to the temple to draw lots. The monks there said that if we wanted to save my daughter's life, no one outside the manor should know that she was alive before she turned twenty."
Following Su Qi's words, Madam Zhang continued, "My husband and I loved our daughter dearly, so we believed the words of the monks at the temple. We built a boudoir for Yan'er in the mansion, and even the other servants in the mansion were not allowed to enter. Strangely enough, since then, although Yan'er has continued to suffer from minor illnesses, she has never had a serious illness that could endanger her life."
As he spoke, tears streamed down Su Qi's face, and he continued in a sorrowful voice, "Unexpectedly, my daughter is unruly and ran away on her own two years ago. My wife and I remembered the words of the monk at the temple and dared not search for her openly, but could only search in secret. After my son got into trouble this time, we came to the capital and heard that the general was about to marry a woman of unparalleled beauty who shared the same name as my daughter, so we hurriedly came to the Fucha Mansion."
Fukang'an's handsome face was contorted with an unfathomable complexity. The Su couple's words fit perfectly with Yan Ning's situation, yet this very lack of flaw became their biggest weakness. It all seemed as if someone had deliberately orchestrated this for Yan Ning. "Besides these things, what else can you prove that the woman in the portrait is your daughter?"
The Su couple looked troubled. Mingxin, who had been standing next to Zhang, knelt down. "I am Miss's personal maid, and I have something to testify to!" Mingxin glanced around. "It concerns Miss's reputation, please allow me to step forward!"
Fukang'an nodded and let Mingxin speak. Mingxin whispered in Fukang'an's ear, "When Miss was nine years old, she accidentally bumped into a candlestick and burned a scar on her waist." Mingxin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had taken good care of Yan Ning when she was with her.
Hearing Mingxin's words, Fukang'an became even more suspicious of their origins, as Yan Ning did indeed have a burn scar on her waist. However, since everyone's goal was to save Yan Ning, Fukang'an didn't press the matter further and hurriedly led them to the Peony Hall to see the old lady.
When he heard the old lady say that Yan Ning had been taken to Yi Ren Xuan by Fu Long An, he didn't care about the Su couple and ran to Yi Ren Xuan as fast as the wind.
Fulongan's murderous intent was provoked by Yan Ning's words. He looked at Yan Ning's face, which had changed color from being strangled, and his face was full of disdain.
Yan Ning initially felt unbearable suffocation, but gradually she could no longer feel the pain. Her mind went blank, and she lost consciousness.
When Fukang'an arrived at Yirenxuan, Fulong'an was just leading his men out. From the lingering murderous intent on Fulong'an's face, Fukang'an guessed that Yan Ning was in trouble. He glared angrily at Fulong'an and ran inside.
Fulongan shuddered at the murderous intent in Fukangan's eyes. He had never seen such a cold and murderous look in Fukangan's eyes on the battlefield, let alone that he was Fukangan's second brother.
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