"Xi'er is very happy to see my brother today, really, very happy!"
Even though her biological father is the regent, Qin Xiuyuan is also her biological brother.
As long as she leaves Prime Minister Qin's Mansion and stays away from Mrs. Qin Jiaoyue, Qin Xiuyuan will not die to save her again.
She hopes he can live a good life.
Qin Xiuyuan wanted to say something more, but Qin Jiaoxi suddenly turned around and pulled Xunjiu'er: "Sister, let's go back home, Xi'er is tired!"
Xunjiu'er was listening with interest, but she was suddenly dragged away, still not satisfied: "Xi'er, can you tell your sister why you want to ruin this face yourself?"
After all, judging from her facial features, Qin Jiaoxi should be a standard beauty!
It's such a pity to ruin it!
Qin Jiaoxi didn't bother to answer, and took the lead in getting on the carriage while holding up her skirt.
She opened the curtain and secretly looked at the man standing blankly on the street, closing her eyes.
"Because my face looks so much like my father's, my mother doesn't tolerate it!"
Xunjiu'er was stunned: "You mean, you look very much like dad?"
In the past two days, she had only focused on getting closer to Qin Jiaoxi. She did most of the talking, but she never thought of hearing Qin Jiaoxi's story.
Qin Jiaoxi glanced at her and remembered what she said two days ago that there was no conflict and no need for internal fighting, so he explained: "Because Xi'er is my father's biological daughter. Isn't it strange that she looks like him?"
Xunjiu'er looked at her eyebrows in shock, but couldn't remember Meng Yinqin's appearance in his mind.
"No, Xi'er, I've never seen what dad looks like, so how do you know that your face looks very much like dad?"
Qin Jiaoxi struggled for a long time, and finally lied: "Xi'er once secretly saw my father's face, so I knew he was my biological father, otherwise I wouldn't have come here to compete with my sister for my father!"
Just because you look like dad, do you think you are his daughter?"
"But have you ever thought about it, there are a lot of people who look alike in this world, what if they are just very similar?"
"Also, Xi'er, what if you are not my father's daughter?"
After stepping into the door, Qin Jiaoxi had to stop and deal with her: "What else? Sister, do you think there is any other way to prove that I am really my father's daughter?"
"Of course it's a parent-child test...not, uh, this..."
Apart from paternity testing, Xunjiuer really couldn't think of any better way.
And in ancient times, even if she was given an identification instrument, there was no machine to read the results!
"That's all, that's what you think, dad recognizes you anyway!"
This kind of thing also depends on mutual consent, right?
If a father is willing to recognize his daughter and a daughter is willing to recognize her as her father, then why does she get involved?
Anyway, when the time comes, I will be the one to marry abroad.
Then Xunjiu'er asked curiously: "By the way, Xi'er, what does dad look like?"
This time Qin Jiaoxi was very straightforward: "It's almost the same as Xi'er!"
After that, he lifted the veil and showed it to her.
Xunjiu'er looked at the scars on his face: "..."
Forget it, a nine-year-old girl with a generation gap of three years old doesn't expect any more communication.
The two sisters entered the mansion while chatting, and then stopped together.
"Is there a guest in the house?"
"Then should we take a detour?"
The two were discussing in a low voice when they heard Meng Yinqin whisper: "Jiu'er, Xi'er!"
"Come and meet the Marquis of Shang!"
Qin Jiaoxi felt something in her heart. She looked up and saw the young man standing behind the old man.
