Narcissus Pavilion
Ji Ruyan walked into this place with a rather poetic decoration. There were not precious things everywhere, but it seemed to have a sense of tranquility.
Ji Ruyan smiled slightly and said, "Aunt Qiao, things are still the same here."
Aunt Qiao smiled slightly, brewed a pot of scented tea herself, and then poured a cup of tea for Ji Ruyan, "It's not like you don't know that this is not a good place for me. After so many years, Sister Yan still doesn't understand me.
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"Actually, after all these years, I owe Aunt Qiao: Thank you. Of course, if it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to get chicken soup on the day my mother gave birth."
Aunt Qiao looked sad, "Sister Yan, don't be so polite, I just did it casually. Over the years, I have been persuading the master to send someone to take you back. But...
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Will Ji Dongming take her back?
It is estimated that after she died and turned into ashes, Ji Dongming would not even remember her.
If it weren't for his own future this time, he suddenly remembered that there was a person like her who could be used. Guo Yuqi didn't want his daughter to be assigned to the third prince, so he pushed her into the pit of fire.
Ji Ruyan held the tea cup and took a sip, "Aunt Qiao came to see me today, but what's the matter?"
Aunt Qiao gave her a troubled look and bit her lower lip, not knowing how to speak.
At this time, two boys' voices came from the room, "Auntie! Auntie!"
Immediately afterwards, two identical little boys rushed in from the door. The two little boys looked the same, 80% similar to Aunt Qiao, and they had a good appearance.
"Brother Wen? Brother Wu?"
Aunt Qiao was so happy that she rushed to the door without caring about Ji Ruyan, hugged the two children and cried loudly.
She lived a miserable life. Even if she gave birth to the twins Ji Yiwen and Ji Yiwu, she would not be able to raise them herself.
These two children can only stay with me for two hours every three days.
Because Guo Yuqi is now the matron of the house, all the children of concubines must be brought to her to call their mothers.
It's a pity that Guo Yuqi only sees her own son Ji Yimo. How can she care about these two bastards who are only five years old?
Although she didn't go too far towards the two concubines, she was thinking of ways to try her best to separate Aunt Qiao's time with the two sons.
Even now, the two children are not yet six years old, but they have already hired Master Li, a private school, to teach them at home.
As a result, Aunt Qiao saw her two children less often, only once every seven days.
When Ji Yiwen and Ji Yiwu saw Aunt Qiao, they both cried loudly.
Ji Ruyan frowned and put the tea cup in her hand on the table.
After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the mother and son were still crying miserably, making Ji Ruyan look up at the sky speechlessly.
She never thought that crying could solve the problem, but Aunt Qiao had helped her back then, and she would eventually repay the favor she owed her.
So, he tapped the table with his index finger and asked quietly, "Aunt Qiao, how long do you plan to keep crying with your brothers?"
As soon as she opened her mouth, Ji Yiwen and Ji Yiwu looked at her at the same time, with two pairs of big dark eyes looking at her innocently, but with a little panic on their faces.
Aunt Qiao then put away her out-of-control emotions, pulled her two children, and knelt down in front of Ji Ruyan with a plop, choking with sobs, "Sister Yan, my life is worthless, I only ask you
For my sake, please help my children, don’t let them be harmed by the people in the east courtyard! I already hurt my body when I gave birth to these two children, and it is impossible to have another baby..."
This chapter has been completed!