On the day of condolence, after Ji Lanjin and the others finished offering incense to the old lady, they walked to the family members to salute. Qingwan, as the eldest daughter, knelt below Qian, and unexpectedly saw a pair of beautiful gold threads on a white background in front of her eyes.
He couldn't help but raise his head in doubt, and faced Ji Chenxue's extremely troubled handsome face. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he looked at her for a while and said, "My condolences, by the way."
She always felt that this guy had become weird since then, which made her become confused. Although she was confused in her heart, Qing Wan politely said "Thank you."
Next to him, Ji Lanjin was whispering something to Mr. Qing. He turned around and glanced in the direction of Qing Wan. Qing Wan happened to be looking in his direction, and the two people's eyes suddenly met. Qing Wan
Wan felt a flash of panic for no reason, and then quickly looked away. After Ji Lanjin and others finished talking to Mr. Qing, they walked towards the resting place arranged for the guests.
After the condolence ceremony was over, Qing Wan was helped up by the maid. The first thing she did was to look into the crowd, trying to find the three people, but found that Ji Lanjin and others had already left.
Everything went smoothly after that, and before I knew it, it had been seven days since the old lady left. As soon as the first seven days passed, Mr. Qing went to find Qing Wan.
As soon as he saw her, he greeted her affectionately: "Wan'er! Come, come and sit..."
Looking at Mr. Qing's overly bright smile, Qing Wan had a bad premonition, and looked at him with a look of alienation and defensiveness, "I wonder what daddy wants to do with his daughter?"
Mr. Qing was not particularly concerned about her reaction, and said with a smile: "It's like this. The prince told dad that day that he didn't mind that you were a mourner, but he was still willing to obey the imperial edict and marry you on the tenth day of the lunar month next month.
"After finishing speaking, without looking at Qing Wan's suddenly stiffened expression, he continued: "Don't worry, although a lot of time was wasted due to your grandmother's funeral, the whole family will be happy next time.
Prepare for your wedding. If you have any requests, just tell dad, and dad will definitely help you make your wedding grand and dignified."
"Dad——" Qingwan frowned and called out coldly.
"Say, you say." Mr. Qing looked at her eagerly, and the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears.
As a result, Qing Wan only had three words: "I won't marry."
"Okay, okay..." Mr. Qing was nodding his head when he suddenly realized something was wrong. The smile on his face froze for a moment. He raised his head and stared at her in disbelief: "What? What did you just say?
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Facing Master Qing's gaze, Qing Wan repeated clearly and firmly: "Dad, my daughter will not marry."
"No, not marrying? Why is that?" Mr. Qing obviously did not expect Qing Wan to have such a reaction, and he was so shocked that he could not even speak.
Qing Wan said with a calm face: "My daughter has sworn in front of her grandmother's soul that she will observe filial piety for her for three years and not get married within three years."
Mr. Qing was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. His mustache trembled in anger. He pointed at Qing Wan with his trembling index finger and said, "You, you... are you crazy? Do you know?"
Do you know what you are talking about? In three years, you will have passed the age of hairpin. Let’s not say whether the emperor and the prince will blame you. If the ninth prince proposes to regret the engagement and is unwilling to wait for you for so long, who will be there then?