Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

The eldest prince would not tell Du Qinglan about these internal affairs, so this was the first time Du Qinglan knew that the Qiao family was on the side of the prince.

The prince's appearance outside the door was definitely not a coincidence.

Her heart was in turmoil and she was very excited. If that was the case, then what the eldest prince could do, the Qiao family could definitely do with the help of the crown prince.

If she changed her ways and asked Qiao Jianer to help her, could she keep quiet and clear herself in front of the Qiao family, keeping the matter a secret and making it a thing of the past forever?

Can she get the happiness she has always longed for, whether it is to be with Da Meng or to become a family with the Qiao family? Her life will never be lonely and deserted again, and she will never be trapped in the shadow of the past again.

Du Qinglan hesitated and struggled in her heart, repeatedly pinching and releasing the handkerchief.

The eldest prince toasted each of the Qiao family members one by one with a friendly attitude and a relaxed aura.

Du Qinglan saw this and her heart was overwhelmed with complicated thoughts. She barely ate a bite of food.

"Miss Du." The prince raised his glass to her.

Du Qinglan quickly raised her glass, somewhat flattered: "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"I heard that you are an orphan and your life has been very difficult, but you will soon marry into the Qiao family. The Qiao family has a good atmosphere and everyone gets along well with each other. You will definitely be happy in this family. I wish you and General Qiao a smooth marriage."

The prince's brows were clear and his words were full of sincerity, which made Du Qinglan's mind waver.

It’s not that she has feelings for the prince, but although he is also a prince, there is a sinister look between his brows and he completely treats her as a tool.

After the prince finished speaking, he drank the wine in one gulp with great pleasure.

Du Qinglan was in a gloomy and complicated mood and was ready to finish the wine in the glass.

"Thank you for your blessing, Your Highness."

Da Meng glanced at her, thinking she was in a dilemma, so he took the cup from her hand and said apologetically to the Crown Prince, "Lan'er is frail and not suited to drinking, so I will drink for her. Your Highness, please forgive me."

"It's no problem." The prince waved his hand generously.

Due to the sensitivity of his identity, there are some things he cannot say too clearly, so it depends on Du Qinglan's own understanding.

The prince drank halfway and said that he had something to do in the East Palace, so he got up and left.

His whereabouts absolutely could not be concealed, so he had to create the illusion that he was not very familiar with the Qiao family in front of those people.

If you leave while really drunk, you will be criticized.

The Qiao family continued with the second half of their journey. With the prince as their future supporter, everyone's mood was a little different. They felt more confident and at ease about the future.

After dinner, Qiao Dameng sent Du Qinglan back home.

Under several lights, Du Qinglan watched Qiao Dameng write a love letter.

"Brother Da Meng, please write bigger. Each word should be half the size of a thumb."

"it is good."

Qiao Dameng remembered everything Du Qinglan said, and every word hit the point.

His handwriting was not good, and even clumsy, but he wrote each stroke carefully, and each character was square.

Such large and clear characters are exactly what Du Qinglan wants.

She should have been secretly happy, but her mood was restless and she felt like something was pulling her back.

If she went to Qiao Jianer, told her that she had done something wrong before, and asked for her help, would she agree?

The prince's appearance was certainly not accidental, but it was not necessarily to help her.

It's even impossible, because Qiao Jian'er is a resolute and cold-blooded person. If he really knew her whole plan, he would never tolerate her existence.

If she revealed it, would this matter cause a big uproar? Everyone in the Qiao family knew about it. By then, they would definitely be disappointed in her and hate her.

She looked at Da Meng with a serious face, and would rather he die the moment he knew the truth than have her face the long torment alone.

Du Qinglan closed her eyes.

"Brother Da Meng, if I do something wrong, will you blame me?"

Da Meng looked at her in surprise: "Why are you saying that, Lan'er? Everything that happened before was not your fault. You are a pitiful person."

"As long as you live a good life with me in the future, as long as I am the only one in your heart, I don't care about anything else."

He thought Du Qinglan was talking about good people. She was a weak woman who had no choice but to do so in order to survive in the world.

He said, "I only regret that I didn't show up by your side earlier."

Du Qinglan walked out of the house. Two lanterns were lit in the yard. There was no moon in the sky, the light was dim, and everything was blurry.

She looked up at the gray sky for an unknown amount of time.

Until Da Meng in the room said, "Okay."

When Du Qinglan walked in, Da Meng saw some tears in her eyes, and his heart softened.

"Why are you crying again? I already said I don't care. I really don't care. You don't need to mention it to me. I don't take it to heart at all."

As he spoke, he clumsily wiped the corners of Du Qinglan's eyes with a handkerchief.

The fact that Du Qinglan has not had any contact with other men after being together for almost two months proves this point.

She no longer has any contact with that kind man, and she wants to continue to have a good relationship with him.

"Look at this love letter I wrote to you." Da Meng scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled: "My handwriting is not good-looking. My handwriting is the thickest and ugliest in our family. Please bear with me."

Du Qinglan picked up the letter. A large piece of rice paper was filled with words. The key words and phrases she wanted occupied 30% of the page.

A few more times should be enough.

"Brother Da Meng, you are so bad at writing, but you have written so much. It warms my heart to read it."

"Then I'll write this much for you every day." Seeing that she liked it, Da Meng said happily, "It can also help me practice my calligraphy."

He looked around the house and said, "How about we send a few soldiers over to you? You're the only one in this yard, and I'm a little worried."

Du Qinglan immediately refused: "No need, Da Meng. I have been safe for so many years. The neighbors are all very fierce. If someone sneaks in, just shout and someone will come."

Da Meng had no choice but to give up.

After Da Meng left, Du Qinglan closed the doors and windows tightly, leaving no gaps.

Then he placed the love letter by the fire to dry. The bright flames danced on Du Qinglan's beautiful face, reflecting a touch of cold cruelty.

She had to keep going, she couldn't look back.

Because she knew clearly that the eldest prince had made a promise to her, even if others had hope, she would not dare to take the risk.

She couldn't afford any additional turmoil, and executing according to the established plan was the most reliable thing for her.

After the words were baked dry, Du Qinglan spread the rice paper flat on the table, and then used a dagger to pick out the selected words one by one.