Yes, her father gave up on her in her previous life and chose Xiao Chengyi.
Of course, it's her own fault.
Mu Yun'an can understand her father's choice, but now her mind is so messed up, as if there is a mess trapping her.
She closed her eyes and calmed her mind. It wasn't until she heard footsteps that she cheered up, took a deep breath and walked out from behind the hanging flower door.
"Brother Yi, what have you been doing? Look at my handwriting. Have you made any progress?"
She asked Xiao Chengyi as if she wanted to take credit for it, holding the word "Mu" that she was most satisfied with.
Xiao Chengyi raised his eyebrows, glanced at her twice, then took the rice paper and looked at the words she wrote, nodded and said: "Not too stupid."
Mu Yun'an curled her lips and snorted: "Then I don't have to write the remaining fifty times?"
"Keep writing!"
Xiao Chengyi returned the rice paper to her, then turned and went to the study.
Mu Yun'an knew that he couldn't escape. Xiao Chengyi said it a hundred times and he would never miss it.
She followed him back to the study step by step, then picked up the pen and continued writing.
Just because she was worried, her handwriting was not as good as before.
Xiao Chengyi noticed her absence and was about to speak when Mu Yunan suddenly asked: "Brother Yi, I seem to have never heard you mention your father? What kind of person is he?"
She actually wanted to know what kind of person Xiao Chengyi's adoptive father was so that Xin Ruyi could never forget him.
Xiao Chengyi was silent and didn't speak for a while.
Mu Yun'an thought she had said the wrong thing, and she secretly looked at his expression.
But I heard him speak: "I don't know, he joined the army when I was very young, and later died on the battlefield."
Mu Yun'an's heart skipped a beat when she heard the word "congong". She blinked and looked at Xiao Chengyi as if a light flashed in her mind but she didn't catch it.
Xiao Chengyi asked her: "Why are you asking this?"
Mu Yun'an shook his head: "I'm just a little curious. I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness."
After a pause, she continued: "Actually, we are in the same boat. I lost my mother when I was a child. I was too young at the time and didn't have a deep impression of her. I only remember that she always cried alone.
I remember that my grandmother didn't seem to like my mother, so I always thought of ways to please her, hoping that she would not embarrass my mother.
Later, when I grew up, I learned that my mother’s family was once a prominent aristocrat in the capital, and she married her father at a low age.
But later, because my mother’s family was involved in Prince Chen’s rebellion, and the family fell into decline, my mother gradually fell out of favor with my grandmother, and she ended up depressed.”
Mu Yunan looked at Xiao Chengyi and asked him in a low voice: "Brother Yi, do you know about the rebellion case of Prince Chen eighteen years ago?"
When Xiao Chengyi heard the words "Prince Chen", his body stiffened for a moment, and even his expression became a little more solemn.
But it only took a moment for him to return to his original state: "If you dare to mention the taboos of this dynasty, aren't you afraid of losing your head?"
The case of Prince Chen's rebellion in the eighteenth year was taboo in this dynasty. Many people knew about it, but no one dared to mention it.
Mu Yun'an stuck out her tongue: "I was just feeling emotional for a moment. Sometimes I wonder if without that case, would my mother not have suffered so much and died?"
Xiao Chengyi felt a little heavy in his heart, so he took another piece of rice paper and paved the way for her:
"If your mother were still alive, she would probably be pissed off by you. It would be an embarrassment for her to be so poor at writing.