Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Feng Xiaolou lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his face calm. He cursed Yue Zihuan a hundred times in his heart, and clenched the handkerchief tightly in his hand.

This idiot actually roasted her over the fire.

Who made him take the liberty of telling her background so loudly here?

With so many people present, how could she explain it to him later?

And why hasn’t the wet nurse been invited yet?

Yue Ran noticed Feng Xiaolou's eyes moving constantly and knew that she was anxious.

But she hoped Feng Xiaolou would be more anxious:

"It's not that I, as your sister, don't trust you, big brother. This is about our father's bloodline, so we can't take it lightly. So, please let me see the letter from our father, Miss Xiaolou."

Yue Zihuan glanced at Yue Ran with disdain. Now that things had come to this, he would make Xiaolou's life story known to the world today so that his father could no longer deny it.

He turned and looked at Feng Xiaolou eagerly:

“Xiao Lou, quickly bring the letter from your father over here and let Yue Ran see it. She will never be able to bully you again.”

Yue Ran rolled her eyes when she heard this.

She and Feng Xiaolou have only met a few times in these years.

When she was on the battlefield killing the enemy, Feng Xiaolou was building his reputation as a talented woman and a disciple of the Sword Saint in the capital, and he never went north. The two were thousands of miles apart, so how could she bully Feng Xiaolou?

Madam Li, who had been watching coldly, could tell that Yue Zihuan's heart was completely on Feng Xiaolou. If this Feng Xiaolou was really the concubine's daughter of the Dingbei King...

Mrs. Li turned her head to look at Yue Ran, reached out and held Yue Ran's hand in her palm and patted it gently.

A child without a mother is pitiful.

Not only does I have a stepfather, I also have a stepbrother.

Mrs. Li thought of those silly boys at home who were always playing with guns and sticks, and wondered whether she should adopt Yue Ran as her goddaughter, so that she would have a few brothers to support her.

Although the silly boys in her family are not as tall as Yue Ran, they all admire Yue Ran very much.

I’m afraid that Yue Ran’s official position is too high and he won’t be able to recognize this godparent.

Yue Ran looked at Mrs. Li in surprise, and then realized that she was worried about her.

Her heart warmed and she gave Mrs. Li a reassuring smile.

At most, it was just one less stupid brother, she didn't care.

Feng Xiaolou was hesitant and unwilling to go into the house to get the "letter from King Dingbei".

Those letters were love letters from Yue Yuan to Lu Qingyue, which my mother had gone to great lengths to steal from the Lu family mansion.

She was able to fool Yue Zihuan because Yue Yuan addressed Lu Qingyue as "Qingqing" instead of "Qingyue" in his letters.

It's fine to use it to confuse Yue Zihuan, but in Yue Ran's hands, the problem will soon be discovered.

Yue Zihuan became anxious when he saw Feng Xiaolou didn't move:

"Xiao Lou, what are you waiting for? They are unkind, and we are unjust. Today we will expose what happened in the past to the world and let you and your daughter get the glory you deserve!"

Yue Ran almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

Deserved glory?

She didn't know what glory Feng Xiaolou and her daughter deserved.

Perhaps this honor should go to Feng Xiaolou's biological father, but that has nothing to do with her father.

Feng Xiaolou was getting anxious because of Yue Zihuan's urging. He cursed this idiot in his heart, but his face was very embarrassed:

"Those letters, which my mother treasured, are not in this house now."

She gritted her teeth and said these words, which was tantamount to admitting that she was indeed the concubine's daughter of King Dingbei.

If she had a choice, she definitely wouldn't want to go through with the hassle of pretending to be Yue Yuan's daughter.

Things shouldn't have developed like this!

Feng Xiaolou raised his eyes and looked at Yue Ran, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

All this was because Yue Ran restrained her plan in every step.

Why does Yue Ran always hit her sore spot?

Yue Ran was not willing to let Feng Xiaolou escape, so she nodded and said:

"Since you all attach so much importance to the letter, I'm sure you all remember its contents very clearly, right? Why don't you recite a few sentences for everyone to hear?"

Feng Xiaolou gritted his teeth secretly, lowered his eyes and stared at the floor in front of him, afraid that Yue Ran would notice the murderous intent in his eyes.

Why is this woman so difficult?

Yue Zihuan sneered. He read his father's letters over and over again. The words in the letters were so sincere and heartfelt that some of them made him, a son, feel embarrassed.

If not, he couldn't be sure that his father's favorite woman was Aunt Rong.

"What a coincidence! I remember the contents of the letter. I will recite the passages you want to hear until you are convinced!" Yue Zihuan dusted off his robe, straightened his back and took a step forward.

Feng Xiaolou's back was covered in cold sweat, and his underwear was almost soaked. He hurried to hold Yue Zihuan, but he brushed his hand away again:

"Don't be afraid, Xiaolou. No one can bully you when I'm here!"

Feng Xiaolou almost broke his teeth.

What's wrong with Yue Zihuan today? He keeps ignoring her advice. Is he crazy?

Yue Zihuan had no idea of ​​Feng Xiaolou's thoughts. He had already walked into the crowd with his head held high and recited the contents of the letter from memory:

"When Qingqing and I first met, her charming smile was like a spring breeze that touched my heart. Since then, Qingqing's beautiful image often appears in my mind and cannot be shaken off. Whenever I think of her, my heart is filled with warmth."

"Although I am not talented, I am willing to go through fire and water for Qingqing. I am willing to go through thick and thin with Qingqing and grow old hand in hand with her. If Qingqing does not abandon me, I am willing to hold your hand and grow old with you. There are three thousand prosperous people in the world, but I only love Qingqing."

After carrying it here, Yue Zihuan looked at Yue Ran proudly and asked:

"Do you still want to hear it?"

Yue Ran lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled, then cleared her throat and said:

"No need to trouble you, big brother."

Yue Zihuan turned around with a smug look on his face.

Feng Xiaolou just breathed a sigh of relief.

Yue Ran then raised his voice and said:

"I can recite the rest of the content, too."

what?

Yue Zihuan and Feng Xiaolou turned around at the same time and glared at Yue Ran.

The people around looked at each other in confusion.

Mrs. Li was completely confused.

The letter written by King Dingbei to his concubine was kept by the concubine as a treasure. How could Yue Ran know the content?

Having said that, the love letter written by Prince Dingbei is really corny.

Yue Ran has already started to recite:

"I know Qingqing may have doubts in her heart, but my true feelings for Qingqing are clear as day and night. I hope Qingqing will believe my sincerity and give me a chance, so that I can spend my whole life to protect Qingqing and spend the rest of my life with her."

"I feel this way and every word is sincere, I hope you can understand clearly."

With every sentence Yue Ran recited, Feng Xiaolou's face turned paler.

Yue Zihuan stood there in a daze, trying his best to understand why Yue Ran knew the contents of the letter.

After reciting the love letter, Yue Ran touched the goose bumps on his arms and continued:

"Before my father and my mother got married, they were rarely together. My father missed my mother so much that he wrote many letters and sent them to the Lu family mansion, waiting for my mother to return to the Lu mansion to read the letters after she completed her mission at the Divine Honored Sect."

"Every time my mother comes home, she reads the letter carefully. She has a photographic memory and remembers every word in the letter."

Yue Ran put his hands behind his back and admired the expressions of Feng Xiaolou and Yue Zihuan:

"Some of these letters were lost for unknown reasons. Mother felt deeply sorry for them and often recited their contents to me when I was little."

"I also think it's a coincidence. Why are the contents of the letters kept by Miss Xiaolou's mother exactly the same as the letters my father wrote to my mother, and they happen to be the ones that were lost?"