I don’t know what’s so good about that person named Ye?
Jiang Ru curled her lips, hugged Wen Qiyu's waist, and coaxed him with kind words: "My good brother, my brother is the best, and I have the most promise."
Wen Qiyu's eyebrows moved. His sister had really changed. She was always sarcastic and sarcastic towards him before, and she never had a good face.
It’s not like I know how to act like a spoiled child now.
But this kind of Jiang Ru has the temperament she should have at her age, but his sister is growing up and is about to get married.
He couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, because his sister had the blood of a saint and she had been brought to the palace since she was a child. However, when her parents lost their daughter, their good home no longer felt like home.
It's just that he was still young and ignorant at that time. He didn't know that his sister had become the princess of southern Xinjiang until his parents died.
Therefore, he entered the court and wanted to protect his sister. Unexpectedly, his sister was raised crooked and her ambitions were very high.
He could only be cautious and try to bring her back to the right path.
Fortunately, his sister finally woke up and he could breathe a sigh of relief.
The brother and sister were talking in the garden, but little did they know that Ye Xiuchen didn't leave at all.
He originally wanted to see what the relationship between these two people was, but he saw them hugging each other from a distance.
This scene hurt his heart. He squeezed a branch in front of him tightly, and then heard a click, and the branch was broken by him.
Wen Qiyu heard the sound and looked around, only to see the branches shaking not far away. He looked back and said to Jiang Ru: "You go back first, I'll go see the high priest."
Jiang Ru nodded, turned and left.
Wen Qiyu watched her go away, and then walked in the direction of the swaying branches, but there was no one here, and only a branch fell on the ground.
He bent down to pick up a branch from the ground and suddenly chuckled.
He knew that Ye Xiuchen had not left just now, and that he had misunderstood. He wondered what this man would do? He was somewhat looking forward to it.
...
It was already dark when Xiao Chengyi and Mu Yunan came back. They were startled when they opened the door and saw a person sitting in the dark room, motionless like a sculpture.
Mu Yun'an patted her chest lightly and used the light outside the door to see clearly who was in the room. She called out suspiciously: "Mr. Ye?"
Ye Xiuchen didn't say anything. Mu Yunan raised his head and glanced at Xiao Chengyi, questioning him with his eyes.
Xiao Chengyi didn't know either. He walked in and lit the candle in the room. Then he looked at Ye Xiuchen sitting at the table and saw that his face was dejected and he looked like he had been shocked.
"What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Chengyi sat down at the table and asked curiously.
Ye Xiuchen raised his head and looked at Xiao Chengyi and said: "You can choose someone else for your marriage. The second princess is not suitable."
Xiao Chengyi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"
Ye Xiuchen didn't say anything, and looked lifeless.
Xiao Chengyi said: "You should give me a suitable reason, right? Why do you say the second princess is not suitable for marriage?"
Ye Xiuchen said coldly: "She has someone she likes."
Mu Yun'an's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked hurriedly: "You went to find her? You..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ye Xiuchen interrupted her: "It's not me, it's Wen Qiyu, the first-rank minister of Southern Xinjiang. I saw them hugging each other with my own eyes. There's no mistaking their relationship."