For a person like Qin Wuyan who has no background, the easiest way to gain the recognition and support of the aristocratic family is to take a concubine.

Putting a woman next to Qin Wuyan, acquiescing to the marriage between the two families, is like an invisible bond, binding Qin Wuyan and the aristocratic family together, turning them into grasshoppers on the same rope. This has always been an eternal law.

Otherwise, Zhuang Xiaoyu's biological mother, Ruan Qingying, would not have died of depression after giving birth to Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Qingyun said tentatively: "When you reach the top of the high priesthood, the aristocratic family will definitely send your daughter here. What should I do then?"

Qin Wuyan was handsome and slightly depressed, "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Zhuang Qingyun thought he was about to compromise, so he secretly sighed.

Now that the calculations have reached this point, even if he wants to stop being the high priest, it is impossible.

In the vortex of power, people are always involuntary and can only weigh the pros and cons.

On the last day of the New Year's Eve, Min Huizhu sent people to the priest's mansion over and over again to find someone, hoping to get Qin Wuyan to come to Min's mansion and spend New Year's Eve with her.

At first Zhuang Qingyun made excuses to dismiss him, but later he was really annoyed, so he simply told Qin Wuyan about it.

Qin Wuyan was dyeing the nails of Zhuang Xiaoyu who was leaning on the bed. The thin red flower stamens were pasted on Zhuang Xiaoyu's crystal full nails. Smear on.

The movements were gentle and cautious, holding Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand, as if holding his whole world.

The guard stood outside, not daring to come in, and could only inform Yu Sui in a low voice.

Seeing that Qin Wuyan was talking to Zhuang Xiaoyu, Yu Sui waited for a while, and saw that Qin Wuyan had finished smearing all ten of Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers, and then told Qin Wuyan: "My lord, Master Qingyun has something urgent to do. You go there."

Qin Wuyan was not in a hurry, packed up all his things, stroked Zhuang Xiaoyu's face: "Sleep back to the cage during the day, and we will watch the New Year together at night."

Zhuang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, with tenderness in the corners of her brows and eyes.

Qin Wuyan leaned over, touched her forehead with thin lips, "I'll go to work first."

Zhu Xiaoyu nodded, but then got up: "I've slept for a long time, and I'm not sleepy anymore. Today's New Year's Eve, I want to go out."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan wanted to stop him, but she was determined, she kept silent, and asked, "Will it be like this every day in the future?"

Now that she was seen through, Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't want to hide it from him anymore, and simply confessed: "Yes, these days, I have been going out under the guise of going out for a stroll, but in fact I want to find out the whereabouts of my eldest brother.

Ah Yan, I know that things related to me can't be hidden from your eyes no matter what.

I also know that my father and brother are heinous people, but they didn't treat me well. Even if the whole world thinks they are bad, I have no right to despise them.

No one in this world treats me better than them. "

Qin Wuyan gritted his teeth, the masseter muscles on the side of his face were tense, and his jaw became a graceful arc due to depression. He laughed at himself, and seemed unwilling to repeat Zhuang Xiaoyu's words: "Is there anyone in this world who treats you better than them?"

He took a step forward, stood in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, and asked forcefully, "What about me?"

I don't have them too are you nice?

For you, I almost died and never let go of your hand. How many times I wandered through the gates of hell, my body was covered with bruises, and I never thought of hurting you.

Could it be that everything I have done is not worth the kindness your father and brother have treated you?