"Miss, come with me."

Shen Jiayu followed Zhang Yu to the old lady's Yuhua Hall resignedly. It must have been that the person in the palace had returned with the news early, otherwise her grandmother would have gone to bed by this time.

Mrs. Shen was sitting on the couch, leaning forward with one arm to support her face, and gently squeezing the center of her eyebrows with her other hand. Her hair was loose and hanging obediently on the back of her head. She was wearing soft pajamas and a shawl.

Wearing a dark coat, he clearly looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

"Grandma, do you have a headache?"

Shen Jiayu asked softly, walking up to the old lady in a few steps and wanting to rub her temples, but Old Madam Shen took her hand and asked her to sit down.

"It's an old habit. It doesn't matter. I heard that you rejected the prince's marriage proposal."

Knowing that it was for this matter, Shen Jiayu nodded obediently and responded.

"Can you tell grandma why?"

Mrs. Shen seemed to be asking casually, and Shen Jiayu didn't want to answer her. He looked at her lovingly and did not force anything.

"It's just that I don't like it. Although my grandmother and grandfather were in a family marriage and had never met before, they treated each other as guests after marriage. My grandfather never took any concubines. When it came to my father and mother, they only fell in love with one person and loved each other without doubt.

Jiayu also wants this kind of relationship."

Shen Jiayu didn't want her grandmother to worry too much. It was her misfortune and lack of brains that caused the family's disaster. She could just bear the responsibility alone.

Mrs. Shen's eyes were a little more probing, and she asked unexpectedly: "But didn't you fall in love with the prince before?"

"Some time ago, you were always distracted when you came to pay your respects to your grandmother. You would giggle at every turn, as if you had a sweetheart. When your grandmother asked you, you still resisted until the prince gave you a gift. You were very happy, and the beads on your wrist never left your body.

I can’t bear to pick it off even for a moment.”

When Shen Jiayu listened to her grandmother describing her state some time ago, she just wanted to hold her forehead and slap her forehead. She revealed her free wrist and showed it to Mrs. Shen.

"You see, I have already made it clear to the prince, and we will have nothing to do with him from now on. Grandma, the Shen family is very powerful. If I marry the prince again, I may become a thorn in the side of many people. There will definitely be a lot of trouble by then. I can see that.

Understand the situation."

"He is indeed not my type."

Shen Jiayu kept emphasizing this matter, trying to convince the old lady that even though there was still some residual sadness in her heart, after all, she had hope for the prince for a moment, and that the thoughts of the little daughter before she awakened really existed.

.

But now it is more about resentment and the urgency to change destiny.

"Really? You girl can't fool grandma."

Mrs. Shen still has some doubts, but she knows how to feel about love, and she is not the kind of unenlightened elder. What's more, Shen Jiayu is the baby of their Shen family. It's too late to support her and pamper her, so what's the point?

Will force her to marry someone she doesn't like.

Shen Jiayu turned his head and leaned on the old lady's shoulder, rubbed his face, and said coquettishly: "When did Jiayu deceive grandma? Every word is true, more true than pearls."

Mrs. Shen laughed and felt relieved a little.

Because her childhood memory was not very good, she always wanted to have a daughter. Unfortunately, she had two sons. The eldest son, Shen Xingchao, was fighting in the field all year round and was injured. After the world was at peace, he married a wife and had children. After settling down, he also had two sons in front of his head.

A son.

Not to mention how disappointed Mrs. Shen was. Her second son was working in a county thousands of miles away. Although she gave birth to two daughters, she was not around to raise them. She only saw them once a year. Her love and affection naturally fell on her.

It fell on the youngest Shen Jiayu.

She stroked Shen Jiayu's hair lovingly, but suddenly remembered something: "Do you still remember Ruyue?"


Chapter completed!