Thinking of the person she should least think about, An Ning felt a sudden sense of lancholy.
He hadn’t appeared during this ti, perhaps aning there was no chance left between them.
They were from two different worlds, and perhaps it was better this way.
Yet, clearly she was the one who rejected him, but every ti she thought about it, her heart felt uncomfortably stifled.
An Ning wondered if she was being overly sentintal.
"Miss, the Pri Minister is here to see you..." Seeing An Ning hadn’t reacted for a long ti, Xinghua couldn’t help but remind her again.
In an instant, An Ning snapped back from her daydreams.
Turning her head, she looked at Xinghua and asked, "Why am I here?"
Though she knew the answer, as soone they saw as a fool, she felt obliged to ask.
Xinghua wanted to explain, but knowing the identity of the man beside her, she dared not speak lightly.
Therefore, after An Ning asked, Xinghua’s instinctive response was to look at An Bingfeng.
Yet, An Bingfeng did not return a glance.
What ca was only his cold command, "You may leave."
Xinghua and An Ning had been together for half a month, while she had only t An Bingfeng in these past two days.
But clearly, An Ning’s words were not as authoritative as An Bingfeng’s.
Once An Bingfeng spoke, Xinghua imdiately paid her respects with trembling caution, not daring to look at An Ning, and retreated.
After the door was closed again, An Bingfeng looked at the girl sitting on the bed.
In bloodline, she was his biological daughter, yet she was the one he abandoned years ago.
"You..."
After An Bingfeng composed himself and took a few steps closer, he was about to speak.
But An Ning calmly got up from the bed, stood there, and coldly spoke, "Who you are, I do not wish to know, nor do I want to know what today is about. But I tell you now, if you want my life, take it; if not, then please let go!"
This speech caught An Bingfeng off guard.
After a mont of contemplation, he laughed.
"What if I said I am your biological father?"
Upon hearing this, An Ning laughed, "Mister, even if you want to impersonate my father, at least do your howork on my background first. Everyone in these ten villages knows I’m a poor girl whose father died long ago, raised by a widowed mother."
"Father died long ago?" An Bingfeng asked rely with a hint, "Did your mother tell you this?"
"No one needs to tell ." When he decided to abandon them, he forfeited his right to be her father.
After a prolonged silence, An Ning could no longer match An Bingfeng’s calmness, "No matter how I ended up here, I imagine my frail body caused quite a bit of trouble for you, Mister. Now that I’m recovered, I shouldn’t bother you further. I bid you farewell."
Having said that, An Ning proceeded to leave.
At the door, Xinghua saw An Ning coming out and timidly called, "Mis...Miss..."
She had been bought to serve a farr’s girl and couldn’t quite understand why.
But now, she knew.
This little farr girl turned out to be the biological daughter of the current Pri Minister, an esteed young lady left outside.
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