After An Bingfeng left, almost at dusk, two carriages suddenly stopped at An Ning’s doorstep.
Lan Ru just wanted to step forward and inquire but saw that the leader was actually Mu Yi.
She knew this man; he should be soone close to An Yu’s father. At the sa ti, this person was also the maiden’s father.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Seeing them taking down many things from the carriages and moving them into the house, Lan Ru beca nervous and hurriedly asked.
"The young master has been pampered since childhood. This rural place is simple; he’s probably not used to living here. So the master specially sent so necessities," Mu Yi explained.
"If he truly feels uncomfortable living here, then don’t. Since Uncle Mu is here, just take him away. This simple place I’ve grown up in, I’ve never felt uncomfortable living here."
How could An Bingfeng have the face to say such a thing? Wouldn’t he feel guilty?
Mu Yi only then realized he might have misunderstood the master’s intent and hurriedly explained, "Miss, don’t misunderstand. The master definitely didn’t an that. It’s just that the young master has never suffered, so the master is even more worried."
An Ning didn’t want to listen to these explanations because, regardless of what they said, it had nothing to do with her.
However, seeing the two carriages at the door and those people moving things, she couldn’t help but be upset thinking about An Yu inside the house.
An Ning: "This is my ho. Your things must not be moved into my house. If An Yu can’t live here, let him get lost quickly. He is not welco here."
An Yu, holding his injured head, ca out slowly from inside, "Sister, you’re mistaken. If I rember correctly, the house here should have been acquired by Father back then. So, logically, I am the rightful heir to this house."
After An Yu spoke, he looked provocatively at An Ning.
As the only son of the Pri Minister, who had lived in luxury since childhood, he naturally wouldn’t pay attention to this house. But he just wanted to tease An Ning.
In An Yu’s heart, he thought, "Co on, beg . If you ask, I’ll give up this house."
An’s heart actually longed for familial affection; furthermore, he never lacked wealth. So relatively, he felt his sister An Ning was more important.
But would An Ning easily compromise?
If she would easily compromise, then she wouldn’t be An Ning.
"You’re wrong. This house and land are my father’s property," An Ning said slowly under An Yu’s gaze. "However, my father died when I was just a month old."
An Yu: "..."
An Ning’s eyes were slightly red, her face showed anger, and her gaze seed as if she wanted to devour him.
An Yu finally realized, he seed to have overplayed his hand!
"Since sister says not to let these things in, then don’t let them in. It just so happens I’ve never experienced life in the countryside, so I’ll take this chance to do so," An Yu said looking at Mu Yi and commanded, "Mu Yi, take all these things back and say I don’t want them."
As soone close to the Pri Minister, Mu Yi was rather prestigious outside, but no matter how prestigious he was, in the eyes of the real masters of the Pri Minister Residence, he was just a servant.
In this era, the status of servants was very low, so An Yu could directly call Mu Yi by na.
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