Quick Wear: The little ancestor is here to explore the world again

Yes, how could I forget.

That vicious woman, Aunt Sun, drugged herself.

I will never be able to get pregnant again.

And he... is still young.

Which man can accept that he has no children? Even my aunt would not agree.

Lin smiled bitterly: "Shu'er, don't mention this matter anymore."

"He'll meet the right person later."

"But that person won't be my mother."

Qingli thought of something when she looked at her mother's expression, but she didn't say much.

It’s too early to say anything now. The most important thing is the man’s attitude.

Now it is basically confirmed that his mother is not without affection for him. It all depends on what he does next.

As for other things, I will talk to him myself, so mother doesn't need to worry about it.

There is no need to tell her these things so as not to make her anxious.

So I coaxed her: "Okay, then let's not mention it."

"Let's ask the chef to cook mutton today. The weather is getting colder and colder, so it's a good nourishing dish."

Mrs. Lin chuckled when she heard this. Her daughter changed the subject too quickly.

I didn't feel too sad after being interrupted by her.

It was something I had never thought about in the first place. Now everything is just back on track. There is no need to worry about so much nonsense.

"Okay, then I'll ask Aunt Zhao to tell the chef that we'll eat mutton today."

"Ask the chef to make more mutton soup, and let the servants in the mansion have a bowl of it."

Qingli saw her smile and smiled broadly, "Okay, let's eat mutton and drink mutton soup."

The mother and daughter started discussing happily again.

At this time, Yan An, who had returned to the mansion, was also called over by Old Madam Yan.

"An'er, I heard from the servants that you went to Wenxin's house. Is she okay?"

They stopped communicating after she got married.

After all, she is a daughter who married out, so there are always many inconveniences.

Yan An's tone softened when he mentioned his sweetheart: "Well, she is very good, and the princess is also very good."

The old lady nodded happily: "Okay, that's good, that's good."

"She is blessed!"

"Shu'er is a good child and a benefactor to our entire city. For this reason, the royal family will not treat her unfairly."

"Wenxin's life will not be bad in the future."

Yan An was also happy for her.

Regardless of whether she agrees to be with me or not, I always hope that she can live a good life.

Old Madam Yan smiled and took out a stack of women's portraits and handed them to her son: "An'er, this is the most suitable girl that I have chosen for you."

"See which one you like and I'll ask around for you."

Looking at the thick stack of portraits in front of him, Yan An frowned and looked at his mother, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

When Mrs. Yan saw that he was frowning, her heart skipped a beat: Could it be that he was going to go back on his word?

Don’t want to get married again?

With trembling lips, she asked him, "What do you mean?"

"Is there no girl in the whole capital who can catch your eye?"

Seeing his mother like this, Yan An did not dare to provoke her, and quickly explained: "No, mother, it's not that my son is picky, but I already have a girl I like."

When Mrs. Yan heard her son say this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said to him with a smile on her face, "Okay, okay, kid, you didn't even explain it to me clearly. I was so scared."

"Whose lady is she?"

"Mom will go and ask around for you. If there is no problem, I will send someone to propose marriage to you."

Old Madam Yan was delighted.

This brat! He's always so quiet.

I didn't expect that she would be given such a big surprise without any warning.

She thought she would be disappointed again...but unexpectedly there was a sudden turn of events.

Yan An looked at his mother who was smiling, and looked at her seriously: "Mom, the person my son likes is Wen Xin."

Madam Yan's smile froze: "Wen Xin?"

Lips pursed "But she..."

Yan An immediately interrupted her: "No matter what, my son only recognizes her."

"It can only be her, and only her."

The old lady was speechless.

Yan An sat down and had a heart-to-heart talk with his old mother for a long time, telling her everything that he had kept in his heart for so many years.

Old Madam Yan sobbed and slapped her son's arms: "You little bastard, how do you want your mother to say good things about you..."

"If you had known this would happen, why would you do this?"

As she spoke, she took the handkerchief handed to her by the old lady and wiped her tears.

"If you had told me at the beginning, I would have made the decision and arranged a marriage for Wenxin for you."

"Why bother with it for so many years..."

The more Mrs. Yan thought about it, the sadder she became.

Yan An also felt very regretful.

But now that things have come to this, he can only work harder to seize this hard-won opportunity.

"Mother, I visited Wenxin's mansion today and told her about this."

"But Wenxin...didn't agree to me." He said this in a very depressed mood.

Old Madam Yan calmed herself down and slowly counselled her son: "An'er, don't be discouraged."

"As the saying goes, good things take time. Nothing can be accomplished in one go."

"Besides, a strong woman is afraid of a clinging man. As long as you don't let go, you will be able to impress her one day."

Hearing his mother say this, Yan An instantly regained his confidence.

My mother was right. As long as I continued to be nice to Wenxin, I would be able to impress her one day.

If one day doesn’t work, then one month will do. If one month doesn’t work, then one year will do.

If one year doesn’t work, then try ten years. If ten years doesn’t work… then try a lifetime.

Anyway, I have been waiting for so many years, there is no need to rush.

After thinking it through, Yan An bowed deeply to his mother and said, "Son, I understand. Thank you, mother."

Old Madam Yan nodded with satisfaction.

In the following months, Yan An would send different gifts to the Princess's Mansion every day.

Sometimes he came in person, and sometimes when he was busy, he asked his personal soldiers to deliver it.

This made Lin very troubled.

He won't listen even if you tell him about it.

Seeing that things were almost done, Qingli asked Yan An to go to Pinweixuan to discuss it.

Ahem...it's not because she's greedy.

She really has something wrong.

It doesn’t matter where you talk, and what’s more, you can also try some delicious food here, so it’s like killing two birds with one stone!

I haven’t been to Pinweixuan since it was renovated!

I don't know if the taste has changed.

When Yan An arrived, Qingli had already finished two plates of large pork elbows.

Of course, it’s a room on the third floor.

Ever since Xiao Luochen became his friend, he seemed to have never gone downstairs.

Yan An looked at the scattered bones on the table and Qingli, who looked like a tabby cat, and couldn't help laughing.

I never thought that such an elegant woman like Wenxin could give birth to such a lively daughter.

Seeing Qingli eating so happily and with a smile on her face, he had already regarded her as his own junior.

If all goes well, maybe this child will even call me dad.

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

Qingli saw him coming and asked him to sit down. She looked at her hands which were covered with oil and felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but she quickly became confident again.

It’s all because the pork elbow smells so good!

The hand has its own ideas. My mouth is ugly and lonely, so I just cooperate with it.

Who told this person not to come earlier!

"Um... General Yan, you should take care of yourself."

Yan An nodded. He really liked this girl.

A straightforward and unpretentious character is just what these military generals like.

After Qingli had eaten and drunk her fill and cleaned herself up.

Looking at the man opposite, he was ready to get to the point.

Yan An looked at her serious expression and had a premonition in his heart, and then he straightened his back a little.

Qingli asked directly: "Do you really want to marry my mother?"