Standing at the door, Ziyu watched Huiniang's figure walking away coldly, the ice in her eyes getting colder and colder. Before she married Beiming Changfeng, someone started to disturb her heart. It was really disgusting.
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Can't you just watch her or Beiming Changfeng get what you want?
"I didn't want to defend myself forcefully, but you bullied others too much. Well, then I want to see who dares to break up Beiming Changfeng and me in this life." The cold words came out in a low voice, with irresistible determination and chill.
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She, Qin Ziyu, believes in following fate. Things come together when fate arises, and things break up when fate breaks up. But today, before she got married, someone was already looking at her with eager eyes to destroy her, so she just let it happen.
Beiming Changfeng is her person in life, and her ghost in death. The person who is destined, get out of here.
Sonorous and decisive eyes shot out, Ziyu finally started to get serious.
"Sister, the Jinchan Liuxiang you are looking for has been found for you. Please don't rummage in your yard." Liuxiang ran over to the entrance of the small courtyard holding several sandalwood boxes with a look of urgency on her face.
Her eldest sister is first-class in destroying the house, but cleaning the house will be exhausting for servants like them. I hope she comes quickly, because her eldest sister has not completely destroyed it yet.
"..."
Ziyu looked at Liuxiang running towards him, his face changed, and he silently retreated into the house with a guilty conscience.
"Sister, you want it... Oh, my mother, sister, are you going to ransack the house? How am I going to clean it up..."
The golden light flashed, and the fragrant screams in the small courtyard scared away the sparrows.
The treetops fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.
"Young Master." At this time, behind the sycamore tree in the small courtyard, Hanyang looked at Beiming Changfeng, whose expression was unrecognizable, and said softly: "Aren't you going to go in and find Miss Ziyu?"
Just when they came here, they happened to hear the conversation between Ziyu and Na Huiniang. It was not that they were eavesdropping, but...
She's so beautiful. He never thought that Ziyu would say that. She didn't even think about it. She was so cold and decisive. It was simply wonderful. Ziyu, who recognized their eldest son and was loyal to their eldest son, deserved his respect from her in the future.
Ziyuxiao=Sister.
Beiming Changfeng stood under the tree, looking at Ziyu's open door, listening to Liuxiang's grumbling complaints and Ziyu's helpless begging for mercy coming from inside. His usually cold face slowly melted like ice and snow, revealing warmth.
Warm spring.
"No need." With his hands behind his back, Beiming Changfeng took a deep look at Ziyu who ran out to hide in the small courtyard, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and turned around to leave.
Seeing this, Hanyang's eyebrows flashed with surprise. They came to see Miss Ziyu because they had something to say. Why didn't they say it now?
Could it be?
Could it be that they are shy?
Or...arrogant?
Turning his head and quietly looking at Beiming Changfeng, who had a slightly raised corner of his mouth, Hanyang quietly investigated. He had never seen their eldest son look so proud. He must go back and tell Diyi and the others.
"Go to the coal mine to dig coal next month." Beiming Changfeng suddenly glanced at Hanyang.
"Why?" Hanyang was suddenly shocked. What happened? He was assigned to dig coal?
Is his dignified financial official going to dig coal?
He didn't offend the eldest son of their family.
"Happy." He gave Han Yang a slap on the back of his head, and Beiming Changfeng Qingfeng walked away happily.
"Happy..." Han Yang was stunned.
What does it mean to let him dig coal when he is happy? Can't he see their elders happy in the future?