"Grandpa. [fei su zw26nbsp;]" Qiyin called Mr. Yan, and followed his guidance and sat on the seat below his main seat. There was always a faint smile on his face, without any other emotions.

Suddenly she felt that imitating Xiao Jingchen's pretending to be serious could really smooth over many people, making everyone unable to figure out what she was thinking, and that she could also be a bystander and see everything more clearly.

Yan Weile's eyes flashed with sadness when he saw Qiyin. Although he had just passed by her and the distance was so close, it gave him the feeling that he would never be able to interact with her even though they were so far away.

She is so unpredictable now, like a burst of smoke, she will disappear in the blink of an eye. No matter how hard you try, you can no longer hold her in your arms...

But he couldn't bear to lose her. This feeling was really heartbreaking and uncomfortable, as if a corner of his heart was missing and he was in constant pain.

No matter what, he would find a way to win her heart back. Yan Weile's lowered eyes were filled with determination, and he raised his head to look at her again, and she also just raised her head, and in the sight of each other, Qiyin's face was

The smile faded, becoming dull without any emotion.

"The bride has arrived."

Xipo's shrill voice came from outside. A maid could vaguely help Zhong Lingxiu in her wedding dress to enter. However, unlike other brides, she did not have a red hijab on her head. It was said that

According to the tradition of the Shengyuan Dynasty, no matter how favored a concubine is and is brought into the palace, she cannot cover her face with a red scarf. This is a sign of respect for the main wife and a reminder to them that a concubine will always be a concubine and they cannot have any intention of transcending.

Qiyin glanced at it, and when she looked away, she saw Luo Qiyuan standing up with some indignation below him. He had a tense face and looked unhappy, but was forced to sit back down by Luo Zhongxing, his eyes full of worry.

He looked at her, eager to get her response.

Qi Yuan, he is here too.

Qiyin smiled at him, trying to appease him. She had not seen him since Luo Qiyuan's big fuss. She was very grateful to the young master for his affection for her, but when complicated feelings arose, she could no longer

I can't do what I used to do before, I can do everything without worrying about anything, and I won't be afraid if I accompany the young master to cause chaos.

Now she is scared, really scared. From that day when she saw Luo Qiyuan losing control, even if she wanted to pretend to be stupid, she couldn't.

Xipo's fat waist must be twisted into a twist before she is willing to accept it. Her facial features are twisted together when she smiles, resembling a chrysanthemum, wrinkled, but extraordinarily brilliant.

Zhong Lingxiu crossed the threshold and came in. She was dressed in a red wedding dress, which made her peerless face even more charming. She lowered her head, and a soft smile overflowed from the corners of her mouth, which captivated the hearts of all the men in the room.

The calm lake surface seemed to be boiling due to Zhong Lingxiu's arrival.

"You are so beautiful." The low voice still reached everyone's ears.

"I heard that Zhong Lingxiu is General Yan's childhood sweetheart, but I don't know if it's true?" This appearance is even worse than that of the beloved Concubine Ruan in the palace. No wonder

Yan Weile was so fascinated that he turned around.

"I know this..."

As a result, people familiar with the matter began to murmur with pride to some gossip-loving bureaucrats.

Mr. Yan looked at Zhong Lingxiu and frowned, with a foxy look on his face. Whenever he thought that this woman had obsessed over his grandson for so many years and still didn't give up, his anger surged upwards.
Chapter completed!