Lin Qiaoyu propped up and looked at the window: "Joan, who's here?"
"Mother, I'm back!"
Zhao Wanxi gently pushed Joan away, her eyes shining, and walked to the woman's bed with a light step.
Lin Qiaoyu immediately sat up and rubbed her eyes in disbelief: "Joan, you pinch me. I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Zhao Wanxi had reached the woman's bed. She gently grasped the woman's hand: "mother, it's not a dream! The unfilial girl has come back to see you. "
Lin Qiaoyu's lips trembled slightly, and her tears rolled around her eyes several times, dripping down.
"Just come back, just come back..."
The woman murmured and repeated this sentence. There were thousands of words, but she didn't know how to speak.
Three years ago, the emperor called the world: seven Prince Hong, life in accordance with the prince's order to rule the funeral, posthumous reputation prince!
All over the Taishi's house, the son-in-law, who had just come to the door to ask for a kiss, disappeared, and their precious daughter disappeared. Once upon a time, Lin Qiaoyu always doubted whether it was the royal family. She was afraid that the seventh prince would be alone underground, so she let her precious daughter accompany her to be buried.
The more she thought about it, the more she didn't think about tea and rice. She was depressed and sick and bedridden.
"How do you dress up like this, miss?"
Joan soon realized that it was not normal for the young lady to dress up treacherously, not to go through the front door or by the side window.
Zhao Wanxi looks embarrassed: "there are a lot of things hard to say. In a word, you can't mention to anyone about my return to Beijing, including my father."
Lin Qiaoyu looked at her daughter in bewilderment. Zhao Wanxi could only explain again: "my father is an official in the court. He is just and upright. It's for his good that my daughter keeps a secret from him."
The woman nodded, somehow, as long as her baby daughter came back.
"Niang, when my daughter came back today, she saw the second lady outside the house..."
Lin Qiaoyu nodded: "it's reasonable for Yushu to let the people in the Yamen release her mother. Don't worry, Xi'er. Now my mother knows me well, and your father supports me. She can't hurt me! "
"Niang, you quickly take good care of yourself, so that you can have a chance to meet your little granddaughter. Her name is tong'er."
As soon as Zhao Wanxi said this, Lin Qiaoyu and qiong'er's Apricot eyes were shining at the same time. However, after they were happy, their looks soon faded.
"Tong'er, that's a nice name. The child's father... "
Zhao Wanxi replied frankly: "it's the blood of the seventh prince!"
Even if the man is gone, tong'er is still his daughter. It's tong'er's pride to have such a father. It's also Zhao Wanxi's most correct decision to leave this blood for a man!
Although she expected the answer, Lin Qiaoyu could not help sighing: "if her father is still alive, how good it would be..."
Thinking of the seventh Prince's love for Xi'er in those years, Lin Qiaoyu, a mother, was both frightened and happy!
How also didn't expect is, seven princes unexpectedly is short-lived person, leave Xi son their Niang son at present, even if have family fortune ten thousand Guan again how?
Zhao Wanxi's hand gently put on the woman's white wrist, gave her a pulse, and said in a soft voice: "Niang, I should not stay for a long time. I'll ask someone to send you medicine later, and then I'll adjust my body according to my prescription."
Joan repeated, "I'll take you out, miss!"
Zhao Wanxi glanced at the window with a smile: "no, I'm afraid it's not convenient for you."