Mistakenly Connected to the Jade Flower Branch

Chapter 248 Yun Yao



Chapter 248 Yun Yao

Luo An and Qin Jiu exuded a sense of tranquility and peace in their gait and demeanor.

As Nianyao watched the two of them slowly walk towards her, the anger she had been holding in gradually dissipated: What's there to be angry about? Who did nothing wrong?

When the two men approached her, Nianyao's arrogance had vanished, and she seemed to have a look of grievance and sadness on her face.

Luo An realized that arguing with her was indeed wrong, so he softened his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nianyao's hand twitched slightly, and the longevity lock swayed on her fingertip. Her voice was filled with sorrow and fear: "Xue Yunting told me to take the child with me and bring the child to Qinzhou when he returned. But now, he has left the longevity lock and the sword here."

Qin Jiu comforted him, "Chief, the young general is still young and has a strong sense of self. Let him rest on his own for a while, and he will surely come back in time."

He is intelligent, accomplished at a young age, and has a bright future. Even if he is temporarily saddened and depressed, he wouldn't be so irrational. Men all experience heartbreak and setbacks in their youth, but in the end, they all turn out alright.

For some reason, Nianyao blurted out, "But Luo An's father once jumped off a cliff and committed suicide?"

Nianyao realized something was wrong after she finished speaking. Luo An's parents had always been a source of anxiety for him, and no one dared to bring them up in front of him. Besides, these were two completely incomparable couples.

Sure enough, Luo An walked straight into the tea room and sat down. Seeing the situation was turning bad, Qin Jiu excused himself to check and disappeared in a flash.

Nianyao despised Qin Jiu, but she was genuinely afraid of him.

Luo An saw through it immediately and offered, "Please sit down."

Nianyao sat opposite Luo An with her head held high, looking rather wary.

Luo An poured her some tea and apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Ah!" Nianyao was dumbfounded: "What?"

Luo An said, "You can tell the truth about anything that happens in the future, without hiding anything."

Is this an apology for last night's argument? Nianyao took a while to come to her senses: "You should apologize anyway, I didn't do anything wrong. Besides, I didn't hide anything, I just felt there was no need to say it."

She's so easily pleased, why apologize? She should have just stood there anxiously at the teahouse entrance.

After Nianyao finished speaking, she immediately waved her hand in a seemingly generous manner: "It's okay, I forgive you."

Luo An was unmoved, his eyes cold: "If you try to hide or dodge again next time, don't blame me..."

Lord Luo An was magnanimous and didn't pursue the matter further. Nian Yao, being quite perceptive, immediately declared, "If Xu Sheng dares to treat me like this again, I'll kill him on the spot. A friend's wife is not to be trifled with, unlike him..."

Luo An interrupted her: "He's not my friend!"

Nianyao chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes. He doesn't deserve it."

Luo An admonished, "Yesterday you were so vehemently arguing, making up stories out of nothing, and for every sentence I said you replied with three. From now on, when you argue, adopt the same attitude you have now."

Luo An finally admitted that the two of them had argued.

"Why didn't you give way to me!" The words rushed out of her throat, stuck between her lips and teeth, and were swallowed back down by Nianyao. Nianyao kept reminding herself, "He's a pig, he's a pig, he's a pig..."

How could she, a woman of the martial world, stoop to the level of a pig?

Nianyao patted her chest and let out a long breath: "Dr. Luo, do you never ask for favors?"

Luo An answered decisively: "Never."

Nianyao persisted: "So, you never back down?"

Luo An stared at her for a while before saying, "I just apologized."

Nianyao nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, you apologized. I am truly honored."

Luo An smiled and nodded: "Indeed."

As the saying goes, a woman should be gentle and tender, using softness to overcome hardness. But for someone like Luo An, who never asks for help and never yields, she decided to try a softer approach.

Nianyao took the initiative to sit next to Luo An and put her arm around his: "Xiang..."

Nianyao cleared her throat, deciding to finish her sentence: "...Husband..."

In a specific atmosphere and at a specific time, Nianyao's romantic gestures would be wonderful. But it was clearly inappropriate now. Luo An couldn't figure out what Nianyao was up to, so he pushed her hand away and said coldly, "Speak properly."

Nianyao's pride was hurt. She shook off his hand and her face darkened: "Xue Yunting..."

Luo An is now extremely annoyed by Xue Yunting. She made him suffer during childbirth and now he has a child without a mother, completely disregarding the child's feelings.

Luo An interrupted her again: "Xue Yunting, Xue Yunting, can't you say something else?"

Nianyao slammed her hand on the table, making the cups and teapot bounce three times: "I have something important to tell you."

Luo An glanced at her sideways: "The news of Xue Yunting giving birth should have reached Qinzhou by now. It's none of your business how the child is taken care of."

Nianyao ignored him and continued, "Xue Yunting did indeed tell me to take care of the child and wait for him to return. But we don't have time to wait for him; we need to go to Mobei to find An Jingchen."

Luo An was quite surprised. He stared at Nian Yao for a long time, then remained silent for a while before saying in a desolate tone, "Jing Chen is probably gone."

Nianyao said, "We need to see him alive or dead. He's your brother, we can't just give up like this."

Luo An turned and hugged Nian Yao in his arms: "My wife is so good."

Nianyao couldn't forget An Jingchen's matter even for a day. Being held in Luo An's arms and praised like this should have been cheesy, but Nianyao only felt guilty.

A gentle voice rang out: "Sister, brother-in-law."

Luo An released Nian Yao and turned around confidently. Nian Yao felt a little embarrassed and immediately stood up, subconsciously straightening her clothes: "Miss Le."

Le Xi was dressed in a light white white dress, with a tassel hairpin tucked diagonally into her hair. Standing next to her was a girl in a light purple gauze dress, with bright eyes, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The girl bowed respectfully, displaying excellent manners: "Yun Yao greets elder sister and brother-in-law!"

Xue Yunyao? Nianyao was surprised and walked to the edge of the tea room: "Why are you here?"

Xue Yunyao said, "I've come to find my brother."

Nianyao said, "Your brother isn't here; he's left."

Xue Yunyao said, "I've come to see my sister too."

Nianyao now feels inexplicably averse to the title "older sister". Before her father passed away, she had no relatives. After her father left, a bunch of so-called younger brothers, sisters and sisters-in-law appeared, but she saw no good things from them, only trouble.

Nianyao's expression was indifferent: "I dare not accept such praise. You two ladies can just call me Chief Xue."

Xue Yunyao's smile froze on her face. Rumor had it that Xue Nianyao was a straightforward person who treated Xue Yunting and Su Yiwen very well. Why was she treated like this?

Xue Yunyao was still young, and her voice became timid: "They all say that my sister is very nice, just like my aunt, kind and loyal. They also said that my sister used to live in our house."

Le Xi, being more astute, smiled gently and changed the subject: "Chief Xue, I heard that Yun Ting had a child, and the child went with Yun Ting?"

The baby, being cared for by the wet nurse, was sleeping soundly in the small courtyard where Liu Lin used to live next door. The baby, less than a month old, had a rosy, tender face, and although his hair was sparse, it looked very soft.

The moment Le Xi and Xue Yunyao saw the child, they both exclaimed, "So beautiful!"


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