Murong Jingshu's beautiful face immediately shed two lines of clear tears, and she said fearfully: "Dad, Jingshu, don't marry him. If you marry him, Jingshu will only die."
Murong Zheng looked at his daughter with distress, and he did not want his daughter to suffer.
Thinking back to that time, Murong Zheng was filled with regret. He never thought that the Ninth Prince, who was in despair at that time, could become a prince again. If he had known this, he would not have refused to save him.
Murong Zheng thought about it for a long time. Suddenly, an idea flashed through him and he shouted: "Jingshu, daddy has a solution, daddy has a solution."
"What can we do? Dad, tell me quickly." Murong Jingshu couldn't help but asked in surprise and urgency.
With Murong Jingwan's support, Murong Zheng slowly stood up and said in a deep voice: "Go and invite the second young lady."
A smile appeared on Murong Jingshu's face. Yes, the extremely ugly sister was the best candidate for marriage.
Soon a soft voice came from outside the door, "Dad, sister."
"Come in." A trace of disgust flashed across Murong Zheng's face. If he could, he would never want to see this daughter.
Murong Jingwan slowly walked into the hall, half of her face covered by a gauze scarf, and a pair of charming big eyes that made people unable to help but get lost in them. But everyone in the Murong family knew how beautiful the face was under the gauze scarf.
of ugliness.
"Dad, do you have a problem with your daughter?" Murong Jingwan said unhurriedly. She knew her father didn't like her.
"Jingwan, father has made a marriage promise for you, and he will come to marry you in three days." Murong Zheng said seriously.
Murong Jingwan raised her head and quickly scanned the people present. Since her mother's death, her status in this family has long been inferior to that of the servants.
"Dad, the other person doesn't dislike me..." Murong Jingwan couldn't help but touch her face. Only she and her dead mother knew about that face, what an alluring face lay beneath the mask.
Murong Zheng's expression changed slightly, "No, if he dislikes you, he won't marry you."
"Dad, if everything is alright, my daughter will go back to her room first." Murong Jingwan said lightly, with a wry smile on her lips, but no one saw it due to the gauze scarf.
"You go back to your room to prepare first, and tell your sister what you want." When Murong Jingwan turned to leave, Murong Zheng couldn't help but said. After all, she is his daughter, and he had to push her into the fire pit himself.
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He stopped walking to the door, Murong Jingwan nodded gently, and then left without looking back.
