As An Bingfeng reached his thirties, the Pri Minister Residence still had no mistress.
The forr emperor once considered granting a marriage, but An Bingfeng would rather resign and leave the court than marry and have children.
An Bingfeng’s marriage was a matter of concern for the forr emperor for a ti.
However, knowing the hurt An Bingfeng had suffered before, he could not force him.
At fifty, the forr emperor could only take a roundabout tactic.
He constantly arranged chance encounters for An Bingfeng; however, they never succeeded. He even let other ministers flaunt their wives and children before him.
But the result was that the next day, he was presented with various incidents of jealousy and conflict from the minister’s family.
Since then, no one dared bring up the matter of An Bingfeng taking a wife and having children.
So, a few more years passed, and just when everyone thought An Bingfeng was destined to remain unmarried, a woman suddenly moved into the Pri Minister Residence.
What was bizarre to everyone was that this woman was only staying there out of courtesy to her brother and received no attention from An Bingfeng.
Just as people thought the Pri Minister would have no descendants, An Bingfeng went on a business trip. Later, a petition arrived, and he directly requested a year’s leave.
Upon returning to the capital city before the year was up, An Bingfeng was holding a newborn baby, and that baby was now An Yu.
No one knew who the child’s mother was, but they all knew An Bingfeng now had a son.
After listening to Sikong Wuyou recount these events, An Ning was silent for a long ti.
She seed to understand why An Bingfeng abandoned them, her and her mother.
His initial intent was likely just to have An Yu; she was rely an unexpected accident.
As for Mrs. Yan, in his heart she was probably only a tool.
The Pri Minister Residence did not need won, and An Ning automatically understood An Bingfeng’s abandonnt stemd from a shadow cast by the concubine incident.
An Ning might understand his actions but ultimately could not forgive.
Just like An Bingfeng perhaps could not reconcile with his own father until now, An Ning had indeed suffered great pain from An’s abandonnt.
Even if that was a matter from a past life, those wounds remained ingrained like a brand upon her heart, preventing her from truly letting go.
"Ningning, are you okay?" Sikong Wuyou asked.
In reality, the silent An Ning appeared even more pitiful than usual.
"I’m fine." She just found it difficult to accept such a significant piece of information all at once.
Feeling sowhat fatigued, An Ning spoke, "Wuyou, I want to go back first."
After she spoke, she regretted it.
If An Yu didn’t return and she went back, Mrs. Yan would surely have an endless slew of questions.
An Ning felt she needed to cool down and sort out her emotions.
"Then I’ll escort you..."
Sikong Wuyou, oblivious to An Ning’s complicated feelings, got up as he spoke.
An Ning cast him a reproachful look, leaving him bewildered, "What’s wrong?"
An Ning: "Sikong Wuyou, why didn’t you try to keep from leaving?"
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