Yan Zhicheng walked up to An Xuyue and looked at her expressionlessly.
An Xuyue felt a little ominous and looked up at him, "What do you want to do?"
"Don't he give you a gift every year?" Yan Zhicheng raised his hand and stroked the head of the person in front of him.
An Xuyue was a little scared, her eyes flickered, "No, don't talk nonsense."
"Last year it was a skirt, the year before that it was a bracelet, the year before that it was an auction-grade crown..."
The men stood in front of her and reported their names one by one. There were many of them who were more than ten years old.
An Xuyue was dumbfounded, looking up at him intently, unable to say a word.
It turns out he knew everything.
"This year we'll change the rules of the game. He doesn't have to be sneaky anymore. I'll greet him personally." Yan Zhicheng leaned over, looked at the person in front of him with dark eyes, and gave a slightly sick smile.
An Xuyue felt something was wrong and couldn't figure out what he was going to do.
"He won't come."
"Who knows?" He smiled, straightened up, and the smile disappeared again.
"Change your clothes and go out. The brat is here today, so you have to pretend to be affectionate, right?" he said.
An Xuyue curled her lips, "You don't need to tell me."
There are so many people outside. If they cause any trouble, Xiao Yan will be the one who is embarrassed. She is not stupid.
"Get out!"
Yan Zhicheng refused to listen and sat down on the sofa next to her.
An Xuyue glared at her fiercely, jumped up from the sofa as if hiding from a ghost, and quickly moved away.
"Choose the white one," he ordered.
"I'd love to wear red!"
"Tiantian..."
"Shut up! You're so annoying!"
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Song Xiang found Yan Han and stood with him in the hall.
"Is nothing going to happen?"
"They have already done everything that can happen before, and nothing bigger can happen." Yan Han was very calm.
Song Xiang was helpless and still worried.
At 6:40, the birthday fireworks in the castle started.
An Xuyue walked down from the third floor with Yan Zhicheng on her arm and wearing a white skirt.
"Your mother is so beautiful." Song Xiang sighed with emotion next to Yan Han.
Everyone around her was praising her, saying that the two of them were a perfect match.
Yan Han stood beside Song Xiang and suddenly became quiet the moment his parents appeared.
Song Xiang noticed that his mood was not right.
Think about it carefully and guess half of it.
He must have experienced such grand occasions as today when he was a child. At that time, Yan Zhicheng and An Xuyue finally got married, and soon had children. The small family had just been formed, and they must have been very happy.
Now, everyone looks envious of it, but in reality it is riddled with holes.
Yan Han held her hand with some force, she pursed her lips and moved closer to him.
The cake was pushed into the hall. Surrounded by everyone, An Xuyue stepped forward to cut the cake. Yan Zhicheng was always by her side and held her hand while cutting the cake. It looked like a true love.
There were blessings all around and the whole hall was filled with smiles.
The banquet officially started, and fireworks kept going off outside.
Yan Zhicheng took An Xuyue in hand and led everyone to the tower.
Yan Han was too lazy to watch their drama, so he pulled Song Xiang and refused to let her go, "It's windy."
Song Xiang didn't catch up to join in the fun, she led him out and walked around casually.
There is a big clock in the castle that will ring on the hour.
It rang once at eight o'clock, and again at nine o'clock, getting closer and closer to twelve o'clock.
It had been calm all day, and it was completely different from what the maids said, but it made Song Xiang even more uneasy, always feeling that something was going to happen.