The old Madam Cui hurriedly got up to see them off at the entrance of Ning Garden.
"Grandmother, let me escort the madam out," Cui Hou quickly followed out.
"Young Master Cui, please return." Standing at the door, Yang Ruxin glanced at Cui Hou indifferently, "And in the future, stay away from any of my sisters."
"Sister Xin, I didn’t know."
"That’s your business." Yang Ruxin shot a sharp look towards him, "My sisters have simple minds, and your enthusiasm could be a dagger, but I can’t bear to see them hurt even a little. Besides, we are not that familiar, so please call me madam or Madam Gu." After saying this, she turned and boarded the carriage, leaving swiftly.
Cui Hou’s handsome face suddenly turned extremely unpleasant. A thirteen-year-old boy, at the age of living freely and indulgently, had never experienced something like this before, which made anger well up within him.
"Big brother." Cui Xun, who also came out, leaned over, "Do you like that little girl Xiaobao?"
"What?!" Cui Hou suddenly turned his head.
"Don’t deny it." Cui Xun sneered, "Lanlan and Mimi are very cute, but you insist on playing with Little Zhou Ying and still say you don’t like her? But how old is she? Seven? You’ll have to wait a long time, and it seems you’ve offended Sister Xin, so it might be difficult to see her in the future."
"Nonsense." Cui Hou turned red from being teased and felt too embarrassed even to stay angry. He turned and went back inside.
However, that night, Duke Ning’s grandson found himself unable to sleep. He had to admit that he indeed had a slight infatuation with a seven-year-old girl. Although not strong, he felt a distinct difference in his feelings pared to others. So, what should he do?
Cui Shisun was not someone who only contemplated without taking action. Since he thought Zhou Ying was cuter than other girls, he needed to get closer to her. As for the earlier anger, it didn’t exist. Not only could he not be angry, but he also needed to please Yang Ruxin.
As for how to please her and let go of her grievances, he had to think carefully.
Meanwhile, Yang Ruxin and others had already returned to the General Residence and started their dinner.
"Elder sister, I’m certain that was Daya." Sanni couldn’t help but bring up the topic.
"Daya? Which Daya?" Dong Wenxiu frowned, "She didn’t die? Where is she?"
Yang Ruxin sighed.
"Xinxin, I think it’s best to tell everyone the truth. It will prevent future awkward encounters," Gu Qingheng glanced at Yang Ruxin.
"Alright." Yang Ruxin sighed again, "Back then, Daya fell into the water and indeed didn’t die. But I’m not quite sure what happened exactly. I only know that the old madam of the Duke Residence saved her. She claimed to have lost her memory, and later I heard that when the old madam fell ill, she risked her life to try medicine for her. The old madam was very touched and accepted her as a god-granddaughter, renaming her Cui Fangfang."
"Duke Ning?" Feng Zilan smacked her lips, "What a fortunate opportunity."
"Last time I went to the capital, I bumped into her briefly. But she seemed unwilling to acknowledge her identity. So, I thought, as long as she behaves herself, we can pretend not to know her." Yang Ruxin spread her hands, "However, who would have thought you guys still ran into her? And even had conflicts."
"Indeed, it is quite speechless," Dong Wenxiu sighed, then looked at Erya, "Lanlan, if that is Daya, she is your biological sister. Do you want to acknowledge her?"
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