Chapter 469: Depressed

Xia Ningmeng's time and space ushered in the early spring of March, and today she met her father Xia Boxun.

Daddy said that he would take her back to his hometown early tomorrow morning. She had spent three spring and autumn years in modern times, but in the time and space of Daqin, she had only been away for one year. In another ten days, it would be her birthday. She is still 17 years old

My body, but the number of my age, has been reduced by two.

Dad said earnestly: "My son has grown up. Dad is very pleased."

Xia Ningmeng doesn't speak. Her personality has changed drastically since she returned to Da Qin, and she talks very little.

How could Xia Boxun, a grown man, care about whether his daughter is happy or not? In short, he would be a good father if he kept her well fed and well clothed.

Xia Ningmeng watched her father leave her room indifferently, and couldn't help but think of her 14-year-old self who acted like a spoiled child when she saw her father, and her father would satisfy her whatever she wanted.

After three years, has she forgotten the love her father once gave her? She will never see Jian Jichen again, and she really can't squeeze out a smile.

Early the next morning, Xia Ningmeng got on the carriage back to Xia Mansion. The bumpy carriage shook so hard that she almost vomited. She missed Jian Jichen's car and the subway so much, even if

My college roommates’ bicycles are more comfortable than horse-drawn carriages.

Another thing that she couldn't tolerate was the cold. It was already March, and it was still very cold in the carriage. There was a stove burning, and the smell of smoke was very choking. She had to hold a hand warmer in her hand to avoid shivering from the cold.

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Mei Xiang said while adding fuel to the stove: "Miss, you are so afraid of the cold. How did you survive the year on the mountain?"

Mei Xiangding didn't feel the cold at all, and was very puzzled when she saw Xia Ningmeng huddled into a ball. She was indeed a delicate lady.

In the evening, the carriage arrived at the Xia Mansion. At the door of the mansion, the concubine Wanru, dressed in colorful clothes, said respectfully: "We welcome the eldest lady back to the mansion."

Behind the concubine were her father's three concubines, all of whom were dressed in silks and satins and jewels. Also greeting her were the concubines and the concubines. Even the concubines and the richest man, the father, were all dressed very decently.

Although their faces were respectful and submissive, she knew that in their hearts they were jealous.

A year after Xia Ningmeng left, another concubine became pregnant, and their Xia family had another child.

Here, concubines are as lowly as ants, so even if they have a big belly, they still have to stand at the door in the cold weather to welcome the concubine back home.

Xia Ningmeng didn't have a good relationship with these people in the past. She has grown up a lot in the past three years. She believes in modern monogamy and a simple and harmonious life. So now when she looks at her own home, she doesn't want to go in.

"Miss, please get out of the carriage!" Mei Xiang, who was beside her, helped Xia Ningmeng get out of the carriage. My mother-in-law quickly said, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you help the eldest lady and hurry into the house?"

Two mothers-in-law walked out from behind the concubine, and the two maidservants came to Xia Ningmeng in small steps and knelt down directly and said: "I respectfully welcome the eldest lady back to my home."

Xia Ningmeng was not used to the servant kneeling down when she saw her master. She glanced at Mei Xiang, who asked arrogantly: "Is everything in the lady's room tidied up?"

"It's all packed up, Miss, please come back."

Xia Ningmeng walked through the door, and her concubine and the others followed her in.

As soon as she entered the house, her mother-in-law brought her hot water to help her wash up. Xia Ningmeng said, "You go out, I will do it myself."

The mother-in-law was slightly startled. Did she hear it correctly? The eldest lady washes her face by herself? Could it be that she can’t trust herself? She thinks she is the wife’s person?
Chapter completed!