"The story dates back to forty years ago. At that time, the Prince of Jin was about five years old, and the Emperor, who was still a prince at that time, was already in his twenties. The two royal brothers were the eldest and the youngest, and there was a big age difference between them." Yan Cheng said slowly, "At that time, your grandfather supported the eldest prince, and thus offended the other one."Hong Qingyi said: "Before my mother married into the Yan family, the grudge between the Prince Jin's Mansion and the Yan family had already existed." Yan Cheng nodded: "As the King of Jin grows older, his desire for power grows stronger, and his hatred for our Yan family grows stronger." Hong Qingyi added: "He once said that the Jin Palace and the Yan family would never intermarry. His son would never marry a girl from the Yan family, and his daughter would never marry a boy from the Yan family." The couple saw their little daughter eating porridge very slowly and they couldn't help but worry. "Son, if you feel sad, tell your parents." Hong Qingyi gently touched her daughter's hair. Yan Funing pulled the corners of her lips apart and forced a smile: "Dad and Mom, I'm fine." What she really wanted to know was why he used the fact that the Yan family privately raised soldiers to force her into marriage. He certainly had his reasons for not revealing his identity. But if he was plotting something because of his status and used the secret of the Yan family raising soldiers, and then he would punish her and the Yan family at the same time, her heart would really ache.

Outside the dining room, footsteps were heard. Soon, a servant came in and bowed, saying, "Lord Duke, Madam Duke, the old Duke wants to see you." The couple had no choice but to go to Dongyuan. Yan Funing was drinking her bird's nest porridge leisurely when she suddenly heard voices coming from outside the dining room. Yan Ruwei: "There is such a deep grudge between our Yan family and the Jin Palace, what should we do if we are already husband and wife?" Yan Dairou: "What else can we do? Divorce. It's not like we haven't divorced before." The sound was quite loud. Yan Funing was in no mood to pay attention to clown-like people. She was eating porridge in the Nanyuan dining room. It was snowing today and most ladies would have been too busy hiding in their rooms, but these two people seemed to be unable to sit still and were deliberately trying to irritate her. If she got angry, they would really succeed. Caiyu was furious. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, walked to the dining hall corridor, grabbed a shovel, shoveled a shovel of snow, and threw it all over Yan Ruwei and Yan Dairou's heads and faces. "You are just a slave, don't you want to live?" Yan Dairou patted the snow that had poured onto her body and spoke sharply. Caiyu was not afraid at all and walked towards them. "My young lady is the legitimate cousin of the third and fourth young ladies. Are you gloating over their misfortune, or what?" "Also, how are my young lady and son-in-law? Do you need to worry about them? Humph, she is clearly an unmarried girl, but she secretly admires my son-in-law." "Pfft, shameless!" Caiyu shoveled another shovel of snow and pretended to throw it again. "Who's missing you?"

Yan Dairou was eager to argue, but Yan Ruwei pulled her back. The two of them walked very quickly in small steps. Even if the snow on the road had been swept away, there would be a new layer of snow on it. Yan Ruwei slipped and fell. Because she was pulling Yan Dairou's sleeve, Yan Dairou fell to the ground with her feet raised high. Yan Yingying came over holding her son's hand and saw the two cousins ​​lying on the ground unable to get up: "Why did you fall?" Yan Ruwei and Yan Dairou dared not say anything, they crawled using their hands and feet, but their feet kept slipping, and they slid out of Nanyuan. Yuen Long clapped his hands and laughed: "Funny, funny, really funny." "The eldest lady is back." Caiyu greeted her with a smile. "what happened?" Yan Yingying turned around and looked at her two cousins ​​who no longer looked like the dignified ladies from wealthy families. "This is what happened. The second young lady was in the dining room..." Caiyu explained. Hearing Yan Yingying getting angry, he went straight into the dining room. "You are a bitch with no ability at all. Your own life is still a mess, but you like to point fingers at other people's lives." She scolded more and more excitedly, and said, "They should be slapped a few times." Yan Funing chuckled, stood up and took her sister's arm: "Why are you here, sister?" Yan Yingying pulled her to sit down. "Xinghe sent someone to find me, saying that you were in a bad mood and asked me to comfort you. Sister-in-law is pregnant and can't be angry. I'm different. If you have any troubles, just tell me." "It's nothing." Yan Funing smiled at Yuan Lang and reached out to pinch his chubby little face. Yan Yingying advised softly: "The elders have to make the decision between the two families. Just wait patiently and see what grandfather means." "Yeah." Yan Funing nodded. She was actually waiting for someone. After waiting for such a long time, he still didn't come. Maybe he really didn't want to be her husband and wife anymore. "Aunt, have you played in the snow today?" "Not yet." Yan Funing pulled his hand, "Brother Lang, can you play with me?" "Okay!" the little guy jumped up. - The eldest princess's mansion. Long Chi'an was lying on the recliner in the study, tea was brewing beside him, and the fragrance filled the air. He went out early this morning, went to the Prince of Jin's Mansion, then to the Fu family, and then to the Yan family. After being busy for so long, although he was tired at the moment, his heart was full of expectations. The people sent to the Imperial Palace and the Hanlin Academy had returned early. Looking at the sky and calculating the time, he knew that the people he had secretly left at Yan's house should be back to report. Just now, he brought two followers with him to the Yan family. When he left, he only took one with him, and deliberately kept the other one just to clearly understand the attitude of the Yan family.

This matter really can't be blamed on him. He couldn't bear to see Fu Ciyi and Fu Ning's relationship grow deeper and deeper. If he didn't take action now, would he regret it after they had a child? Just as he was thinking, footsteps were heard outside the study. Soon, someone came into the study and said, "Your Majesty, Second Miss Yan is in a bad mood, and the Yan family has asked First Miss Yan to come back and persuade her." "Yeah." Long Chi'an nodded. It is understandable that you will suffer for a while. "Did Fu Ciyi go to the Yan family?" "He never showed up." The visitor shook his head. "The old Duke even called the Duke and his wife to talk." Long Chi'an smiled faintly when he heard this. I guess the Yan family is discussing how to break up the relationship between Fu Ning and Fu Ci Yi. Very good! - Late at night, the snow continued to fall and in fact seemed to be getting heavier. Yan Funing sat by the window holding a hand warmer, with wind blowing in through the cracks in the window. Thinking that he would not come, she got up and prepared to go to bed. As soon as she turned around, she heard a knock on the window and quickly opened the latch. Fu Ciyi jumped into the room. There was a bone-chilling coldness all over my body, my head and shoulders were covered with snow, and there were a few snowflakes hanging on my eyelashes. He grabbed her wrist with his cold hand and held her tightly in his arms, feeling her tenderness, softness, and warmth. "You are finally willing to come." Yan Funing didn't move and let him hold her. "No wonder you named your men water-related, because of the fire. The scars on Leng Feng and Leng Ying's faces were also caused by the fire, right?" "You must have your own reasons for hiding your background." "But I have to think about it. You are the prince of Jin, and you know the secrets of my Yan family. You force me to marry you..." She became excited: "Fu Ciyi, why did you marry me?" The man lowered his head, pressed his face against hers, and murmured, "I think I've fallen in love with you." (End of this chapter)