Kneeling in the hall, Qiyin felt a little uneasy because the air pressure was too low. She just took a look at the old man secretly. Although his temples were already white, there was an air of majesty and righteousness between his eyebrows that could not be ignored. [26nbsp;

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Taking Qiyinfeng's teacup, Marshal Yan took a sip and said, "Get up."

"Thank you, Marshal Yan." Qiyin smiled. It seemed that this old man was not difficult to get along with.

When Marshal Yan heard this call, he said dissatisfiedly: "I still call you Marshal Yan. From now on, you should follow Wei Le and call me grandpa."

"Yes, Grandpa."

She is really a smart girl. Looking at Qiyin with a smile on her face, Marshal Yan is extremely satisfied. It seems that this grandson's daughter-in-law has made the right choice. Only with such a temper can she subdue the grandson who has a bad face all day long.

He is just looking forward to waiting for them to give him a fat grandson.

Qiyin has a cheerful personality and gets to know people easily. Of course, he is particularly enthusiastic when he meets someone he likes. Marshal Yan has been fighting all year round, and it is said that he is victorious in every battle. Such a heroic figure is simply unbelievable.

Qiyin admired Qiyin to the extreme, but after all, there was a generation gap of several generations. Although he had great admiration for the old man, he seemed very awkward and nervous when talking to him.

It can be seen from the conversation that Marshal Yan did not know what happened last night, and Qiyin naturally did not mention it. He just smiled and nodded after listening to the old man's words.

Take good care of Yan Weile. He was so arrogant last night. You really should take good care of him.

When Qiyin returned to the room from Marshal Yan, she found that all her dowry was missing. Xiaoqin was anxiously looking around for it. When she was at a loss for words, a little maid walked in with downcast eyebrows.

"Young Madam, the Major General has an order... Let the slaves move all your clothes to the small courtyard on the east side. Please Young Madam follow the slaves to the small courtyard." The maid finished speaking in a low voice, lowering her head for fear of the young master.

The lady lost her temper and scolded her.

"The small courtyard on the east side? A separate small courtyard?"

The maid didn't understand why Qiyin asked this question, but she still replied respectfully: "Young madam, yes, that is the most remote courtyard in Yan Mansion."

"Okay." Qiyin said with an extremely excited smile.
Chapter completed!