Sikong Wuyou gently held An Ning in his arms, feeling a bit comforted by her sensibility.
However, he didn’t realize that his unintended actions would make her feel insecure.
Perhaps, when people whose identities, social statuses, or appearances don’t match are together, it is truly hard to achieve a sense of security.
When An Ning stepped out of the room, she saw Gao Daniu staring intensely at her from across the way.
Since discovering his feelings for her, An Ning now found it difficult to face him, so she simply walked past without saying a word.
Gao Daniu opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything.
Perhaps his father was right; there was never a possibility between him and An Ning.
Not just the mismatch of ti and identity, but also...
There was another fact he was extrely reluctant to admit.
That is, standing next to Sikong Wuyou, anyone with eyes would never choose him.
No one noticed Gao Daniu’s desolate departing figure.
Because everyone was focused on today’s banquet.
An Dafu and An Ning had made quite a bit of money during this ti, so at this crucial mont today, they naturally showed off a bit.
Moreover, they raised chickens, ducks, and pigs themselves, so hosting at ho couldn’t possibly be too stingy.
Before the banquet even started, the courtyard was already filled with the aroma of at, making everyone want to stay inside, unable to resist taking a few extra sniffs to enjoy the scent.
At the right ti, An Ning knelt on the red blanket laid down by people, took the tea handed over from beside her, and respectfully offered it to An Dafu and Madam Qiu, addressing them as father and mother.
At this mont, the recognition ceremony was finally completed.
It was now that Madam Yan watched the scene, sorrowfully leaving quietly.
Her daughter would no longer be just her daughter in the future.
But perhaps this was for the best; Erlaizi no longer ssed around like before and was quite capable. He could protect An Ning like his own daughter, and Ningning had more parental love.
It’s better than her struggling with her frail body, unsure if she could protect her child and frequently burdening her instead.
Madam Yan never considered herself a fragile person, but life is always filled with so much helplessness and powerlessness.
"Ruoyun, it’s been years since we last t!"
As Madam Yan was sad, suddenly a familiar yet unfamiliar voice ca, making her feel, for a mont, as if she was hearing an illusion.
But upon turning her head, she realized that the dreamlike scene that had appeared countless tis would one day beco reality.
Except, the only difference was that he had transford from ragged clothes into splendid attire.
Perhaps, she used to think he was soone with an unattainable sense of aloofness, but had never imagined his identity would be so dignified.
Dongyue’s Pri Minister, her forr husband turned out to be the Pri Minister of Dongyue, and they even had a pair of children.
Madam Yan did not know whether this was her fortune or misfortune!
Madam Yan was in poor health, her complexion still pale, and years of toil had put an early age on her face even though she was only in her twenties.
But he was different.
Though a decade older, standing before her, he was still as he was then, with no change except for his attire.
Ti seed to be frozen in his presence.
Such An Bingfeng made Madam Yan feel unable to look directly at him.
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