Wutong Garden is the best courtyard in the entire palace.
It was specially prepared by Qiao Yiran when he thought he had received his daughter.
Not only is every room in the courtyard exquisite and elegant, but also the scenery has a lot of thought and originality.
Wang Yarong fell in love immediately when she saw her.
Now that Anqing is going to seize the courtyard as soon as he enters the mansion, how can Wang Yarong be willing to do so?
Wang Yarong took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the anger that kept surging in her heart, forced out a smile, looked at An Qing and said softly: "My sister really likes this yard."
If eyes can kill, An Qing believes in herself It was already riddled with holes.
Averting Qiao Yiran's eyes, Wang Yarong's eyes were filled with deep coldness.
An Qing didn't seem to see Wang Yarong's eyes full of resentment.
He still looked calm, and even his smile didn't change at all.
He just calmly turned to Qiao Yiran and said with a sweet smile: "Dad, my daughter really likes this courtyard. , but I didn’t expect my sister to be so generous."
After saying this, he raised his eyebrows at Wang Yarong with a provocative and proud look on his face.
"My sister wants it, and a sister would naturally give it up.
My mother's memorial place is also located in the west wing of my daughter's house.
I'm afraid it would be inconvenient to move it."
Wang Yarong looked at Qiao Yiran with a troubled face and sighed slightly.
Wang Yarong was very aware of the status of the deceased Peng in Qiao Yiran's heart, and wanted to use it to dispel Anqing's idea of robbing the yard.
She made up a reason to bet on Qiao Yiran's feelings for Peng.
An Qing wanted this effect.
She sneered and said softly to Qiao Yiran: "Dad, since my daughter is already her father's daughter, she is naturally her mother's daughter.
My sister has set up her mother's spiritual tablet here.
It is exactly what my daughter wants, that she can offer incense and chant sutras for her mother day and night."
An Qing refused to give in and pressed forward step by step, making Wang Yarong's frown tighten and her eyes become colder.
Wang Yarong didn't expect that she had already said this, and An Qing refused to let it go.
She could only bite her lips and look at Qiao Yiran, with a forlorn expression and a face full of sadness, silently.
She was betting that Qiao Yiran didn't know everything.
In this situation, the other party believes that she may be his daughter.
"It just so happens that I have been leading troops to fight for a long time.
Since you have a mourning hall here, I will also come and lay incense sticks for your mother."
Qiao Yiran ignored the dispute between Wang Yarong and An Qing, but his expression seemed to be moved, and he stepped forward.
He ran to the west wing.
What Wang Yarong just said was just to stop An Qing from asking for the yard, but she didn't expect Qiao Yiran to take it seriously and go to burn incense.
Thinking of the things in the west wing, her heart suddenly suddenly turned pale, and she hurriedly followed to try to stop him. , but in the end it was a step too late.
The door of the west wing was pushed open by Qiao Yiran.
The room was filled with sunlight, and the smell of sandalwood was very strong, even a bit choking.
He waved away the flying ashes and saw the man who was sitting upright.
The memorial tablet placed on the table looked a little stunned.
After a moment, Qiao Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his teeth made a "crack, bang" sound.
An Qing has a strong body and walks a few steps faster than Wang Yarong.
She followed Qiao Yiran into the west wing.
When she saw the memorial tablets on the altar table, she was slightly stunned, and then she revealed a meaningful and sarcastic expression. chuckle.
"Sister is really a person who knows how to repay kindness."
An Qing watched Wang Yarong staggering over with a pale face and whispered in her ear.
Wang Yarong's body swayed and she almost fainted.
She pushed An Qing away who was blocking her and ran straight in the direction of Qiao Yiran.
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Qiao Yiran turned his head and glared angrily at Wang Yarong who was standing behind him.
His red eyes seemed to want to eat her alive.
She flinched and her original words were frightened away.
She could only say weakly: "Daddy, daddy, please "Listen to my explanation" "Sister, how can I explain that I only value my benefactor and not the mother who gave birth to me?"
An Qing looked at Wang Yarong with cold eyes, and his cold voice pierced her heart.
"I, I, I" Wang Yarong said "I" several times, but she couldn't say a single word of explanation and could only lower her head and cry.
"Tear this place down for me.
Princess Xin'an will move to Biyuexuan immediately," Qiao Yiran kicked the altar table down and roared. tgt ttrgt: