But today, he can't say for sure.
"No need, I will take Ayun there. You can inform the Empress to go there herself."
The Emperor thought that the Empress' natal palace, Taichuan King's Mansion, had been restless recently, so he pulled out several hidden stakes in Taichuan, just to take this opportunity to give her a warning.
To avoid forgetting who the ruler is and who is the minister.
Jiang Ning felt calm and took a sip of tea.
Oh, it turned out to be a dig at her.
Jiang Mengyue came here because she wanted to show off her deep relationship with Jiang Minglan, which was even better than with his biological sister.
If she were a simple person, she would have felt even worse after being scolded by her brother yesterday, and Jiang Mengyue even came to pretend to comfort her today.
Aunt Gui's heart skipped a beat and she quickly persuaded, "Third Young Master, you can't say that. Miss Jiang Ning is your biological sister!"
"Sister? Heh."
Jiang Minglan sneered, as if he had heard a big joke, and looked at Jiang Ning with a cold look in his eyes, "I only have one sister, and that is Jiang Mengyue, not you, a village girl from the countryside! If only you hadn't come to the Marquis' residence, you wouldn't have caused so much trouble."
"Third Young Master!" Grandma Gui was shocked. How could the Third Young Master say that? They are siblings connected by blood!
At the beginning of the event, the vice-principal sat at a table covered with white tablecloth. There were seven seats on the stage. The vice-principal was in the middle. There were four or five microphones in front of him. Next to him sat the department head and other members of the school's leadership team.
In the middle of the audience, Professor Lei was sitting on a soft chair. He was wearing a smoky gray suit. The cuffs and collar were worn to a certain extent. He looked old. Compared to those glamorous and successful people, the old man was more unpretentious.
Murong Xia is over forty years old. Perhaps because of his spiritual cultivation, he looks like he is only around thirty. He is a very charming and handsome man.
Between his eyebrows, he actually looks a bit similar to Murong Yun.
This is also because Murong Yun's mother, the Eldest Princess, and Murong Xia are from the same mother. The two siblings look alike. Murong Yun, who inherited 60% of her mother's appearance, naturally looks similar to him.
"Hehe, It is still Uncle who loves Ayun."
"Third Young Master!" Binglan wanted to call Jiang Minglan from behind, but he was already gone.
Inside the house.
Jiang Mengyue straightened up and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her face calm.
She had long since discovered Jiang Minglan standing outside the house, crying on purpose to show him. If there was anyone in this house who would completely stand by her side, then that person would be Jiang Minglan.
Jiang Ning subconsciously wanted to pull up her sleeves to cover up the burns she sustained when she burned the rope. She didn't expect her mother to see them.
Madam Lin held Jiang Ning's hand to prevent her from moving it. After looking carefully, she saw that Jiang Ning's hand was covered with thick calluses and scars. These were not the hands of a young lady.
Madam Lin was extremely distressed. Her sweet baby had suffered in the countryside. The thick calluses on her palms must have been worn by working day and night. She burst into tears and said, "It's all this mother's fault. I couldn't save you."
