8 Emotion

Indeed, when Shangguan Yong heard Grand Preceptor An's words, he immediately said, "Miss is a scholar." Shangguan Yong remembered the first two words, but he couldn't recall the last two words.

"A written reply," Grand Preceptor An's eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

"Yes," Shangguan Yong was even more embarrassed, he said: "This general has never read a book before."

I still accept your three hundred and fifty silver taels. Ah Jin only thinks of you, but never thought of you for the sake of her own reputation, "Grand Preceptor An restrained his anger and said to Shangguan Yong," You have to treat her well in the future.

"Yes." No matter how much Shangguan Yong wanted to say, he couldn't say it out loud.

Grand Preceptor An gave a long sigh and walked past Shangguan Yong. In front of the two armies, the Grand Preceptor looked at Shangguan Yong and lamented the fact that he had the courage of a general. He sighed at Shangguan Yong and lamented that he had the courage of a general in the army of ten thousand horses. Now that the smoke had cleared and the general had returned to the field, the Shangguan Yong that Grand Preceptor An had seen was just a boorish Wu Han, with no suitable match at all for his daughter.

Shangguan Yong didn't know what Grand Preceptor An's words meant, but he could only stare blankly as he walked past him and mounted a black, lacquered sedan chair. Only after the people from the Residence of Peace left did Shangguan Yong walk in front of his horse. He thought about the thoughts he had for the past few days and finally made a decision. He didn't expect that in the end, he was completely wrong. Shangguan Yong mounted his horse, his mind full of thoughts. A man who was a general, he did not even have a follower, only walking home alone.

Passing by a stall selling female handkerchiefs, Shangguan Yong got off his horse and bought two plain handkerchiefs for his little sister. Yesterday, when he saw his little sister's handkerchief being torn apart, but it was still washed clean and left hanging in the courtyard, Shangguan Yong's heart was in a mess. In the end, it was still his big brother who didn't have the ability, nor did he have the ability to let his brothers and sisters live the life of a genuine son of the Shangguan family.

"I heard that the second young miss of the Residence of An is getting married."

"I just don't know which family I've decided on."

"You don't even know that, it's the general Shangguan Yong!"

As the two women spoke, they walked past Shangguan Yong's horse. Although a woman in the residence should be hidden in a deep room, Xunyang An was a member of the current dynasty's great clan. The three young mistresses of the An clan were like the young masters of the An clan; from the moment they were born, they had already been known to the entire world as the An clan's noble daughters. An Jin was as beautiful as a flower. There was no one in the Shun Dynasty who did not know of this. The marriage of such a beauty had long become the talk of the capital.

Shangguan Yong looked at the two women who were walking briskly away. Listening to these two women talk about Second Miss An made his heart feel sweet. Shangguan Yong didn't know exactly how beautiful An Jin was, but at this moment, Shangguan Yong felt that Second Miss An must be a very good woman. He and this woman, Shangguan Yong thought of how he and An Jin were going to become husband and wife, and his dark face couldn't help but redden.

Within the pavilion in the Residence of Tranquil East Tribe, An Jin was sitting in front of an embroidery rack, concentrating on embroidering auspicious clouds shaped like tigers. An Jin didn't need to be like the other young masters in the mansion: luxurious and refined, An Yuanzhi practiced martial arts wholeheartedly. An Jin had to make An Yuanzhi's clothes wider so that he would be able to move his hands and feet while practicing martial arts. Then she could make the patterns on his clothes look more heroic, which was exactly what An Yuanzhi wanted.

Zi Yuan sat at the side, concentrating on making the buckles. From time to time, she would raise his head to look at An Jin. She looked like he wanted to say something, but was unable to.

An Jinxiu knew what this girl was going to say to her. There must be a lot of people in the Heavenly Abode who would bite the tongue of this girl. There probably weren't many people who would say anything good about her. If you're tired, then take a rest, "An Jinxiu said to Zi Yuan." What are you always looking at me for? Can I not let you rest? "

Zi Yuan pursed his lips, shook his head, and went back to work.

While both master and servant were busy, a wife from the Qin house came to find them.

"Why is Wang Ma here?" When An Jinxiu saw this old woman, she politely smiled and said, "Did mother find me for something?"

A smile was plastered on Old Lady Wang's face as she said to An Jin, "Second Miss, Madam has a new embroidery design that she would like Second Miss to send to the Qin Residence tomorrow for Matriarch He to see."

An Jin smiled and said, "What kind of embroidery is it? Mother wants to show it to Matriarch Qin?"

Old Lady Wang laughed. "This old servant hasn't seen the embroidery. However, I heard from Madam that it's a flowery painting." Second Miss, Madam Gu also wanted to see Second Miss for the last time before heading out of the pavilion to the Qin Residence to pay her respects to Matriarch Qin. "

An Jinxiu was looking at the smiling face of Lady Wang. She still vaguely remembered the words she said when she was married and went to the residence of Great Scholar Qin. Then, what happened? An Jinxiu thought back carefully. In her previous life, there were two men who were deeply engraved in her memory. As for other matters, she didn't have a deep memory of them.

"Second Miss?" Seeing that An Jin only smiled and did not answer, Lady Wang smiled and said, "Are you going to Qin Manor tomorrow?"

Before heading out of the pavilion, An Jinxiu suddenly recalled that her younger sister was the one who had gone to the Qin Manor and enjoyed the cold treatment of Matriarch Qin. She had arranged a marriage with the son of the prime minister. Thinking up to here, An Jin nodded her head and said, "I understand. I'll go to Qin Manor tomorrow."

After receiving An Jin's word, Old Lady Wang immediately left. She turned around, and the smile on her face disappeared without a trace.

"I never thought that Madam would take the initiative to let Miss go to Qin Manor!" After Old Lady Wang left, Zi Yuan looked at An Jin in surprise and asked, "Madam, what do you want to do?"

In her previous life, she had thought that née Qin was giving her face. It was a common gift for children born out of a big house to get married, and it was also for children born out of a big family to visit their ancestors' family. At that time, An Jinxiu thought that her mother was treating her as her own daughter. Right now, An Jinxiu thought to herself that her mother must have done it for her.

"Miss, what are you laughing at?" Seeing the smile on An Jin's face, she asked, "You're already so happy after making a trip to the Qin Manor?"

"It's nothing." An Jinxiu put away the sneer on her face and said, "We're going out tomorrow. We should finish the work earlier today."

Seeing that An Jin's expression was flat again, the woman didn't say anything else and buried her head in her work.

An Jin didn't know what the Qin had wanted from her. She was already engaged and was leaving the pavilion next month. She was at home, so how could it hinder her own daughter's future prospects? Could it be that she could snatch the title of Eldest Young Madam from her? An Jin sighed in her heart. In this life, she only needed to be at ease and be a daughter-in-law of the Shangguan family, neither fighting nor stealing. As long as she didn't have any delusions, the Qin family would not harm her.

Late into the night, Grand Preceptor An emerged from concubine Xiu room and headed for the main rooms.

She stood in front of the gate for a long time. Madam Qin's rule was that he couldn't stay or sleepin her room. Therefore, even though she had already given birth to a daughter and a son for the man who had left in a hurry, she still hadn't experienced the feeling of spending a long night with someone by her side. The moonlight was clear and cold. There was no sadness on Concubine Xiu's face, only loneliness.