Xu Ruolan wiped away her tears and said, "This is the Minister's banquet, you should change your clothes."
An Xin said calmly, "Mother, a person's dignity is not determined by their clothes." Before she came, Lu Zhu had stuck her head out and asked her, "Miss, should we change into beautiful clothes to attend a banquet? In the past, when the Grand Master took Miss out, he always made sure she dressed very beautifully!" The voice trailed off, but An Xin heard it clearly.
Yan Zhen said lazily, "No need to change, you look good dressed like this."
An Xin glanced at Yan Zhen without saying anything, but a warm feeling involuntarily washed over her.
Although she is wearing ordinary clothes now, they are clean and simple, which is not bad. She has never cared too much about those external things.
Xu Ruolan looked at An Xin with relief, feeling more and more that she couldn't understand this daughter. She had raised her and knew her better than anyone else. But when did Xin'er in her eyes become so different?
Ling Xiyao stared at An Xin in shock, and for a moment he had a strange feeling that this An Xin could never be the same as the original An Xin. That cold and aloof beauty was too dazzling!
Fu Ruyue stared at An Xin in shock. This woman actually dared to throw her face at Madam Song so recklessly. Almost instinctively, she suddenly looked at Ling Xiyao.
Ling Xiyao calmly withdrew his gaze, showing no sign of anything amiss, which made Fu Ruyue breathe a sigh of relief.
"The Left Prime Minister has arrived!" A loud shout snapped everyone back to reality, while the women were thrown into a frenzy! They hadn't expected the Left Prime Minister to come! Good heavens! And that man…
An Xin paused, then turned back to look.
Like a deep spring in the desert, slowly coming into view.
Dressed in green like a painting, with hair as black as smoke, her eyebrows like ink wash, her eyes like flowing jade, her nose as straight as a bamboo shoot, and her lips like fireworks in a dream, with a tender smile.
In an instant, it felt as if I were in the misty Jiangnan region, and the Jade Prince slowly drifted into a dream.
An Xin's eyes flashed. Although the illustrations in Yan Zhen's unofficial history were extremely beautiful, they were also biased. Jing Lan himself was also a character that was difficult to describe in words... Unfortunately, as expected, the Jing Lan of this time was not the Jing Lan of that time.
Thinking back to my state of mind when I wrote those letters, it's almost laughable.
An Xin looked away, but everyone was already mesmerized.
An Xin's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the pavilion in the distance. Yan Zhen, that bastard, really knew how to enjoy life. He didn't even bother to inform her before going to the pavilion to cool off!
When she looked at Yan Zhen, Yan Zhen looked over from afar, his gaze somewhat unfathomable. An Xin glared at him and then whispered, "Mother, your new clothes are so beautiful."
Xu Ruolan had been ridiculed countless times because of this dress, so An Xin's sudden question overwhelmed her with mixed feelings. Holding back her tears, she asked, "Really?"
An Xin smiled and said, "Of course it's true, Mother is the most beautiful."
Xu Ruolan felt that the shadow that had been weighing on her heart had vanished in an instant.
Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects, and the daughters of various families also stepped forward gracefully. Jing Lan was gentle and polite, and spoke to people with a light smile.
An Xin thought to herself, "The difference between the left and right sides is indeed as vast as heaven and earth, even though it's only one character different!"
When has Yan Zhen ever been so polite? He's always a big bad wolf with his tail held high. Jing Lan is famous throughout the world, yet he's so approachable. No wonder people like him.
The group led Jinglan to a seat. As they passed Anxin, Jinglan stopped and smiled gently, "How is Miss An?"
An Xin smiled and said, "Good, it turns out that the Left Prime Minister is a man of few words."
Jinglan knew she was talking about disguise, and smiled faintly, saying, "Those who reveal their true appearance are not real people."
An Xin found it amusing. Was this a sarcastic remark directed at Yan Zhen? In the end, Yan Zhen had always flaunted that face. Yan Zhen, Yan Zhen, truly lived up to her name.
The crowd's expressions were varied; why did An Xin seem so familiar with the Left Prime Minister?
The Right Chancellor's faction was even more inscrutable. "No way! The Right Chancellor is protecting An Youwei, so how come his daughter is getting close to the Left Chancellor in the end?!"
Naturally, the expressions of the young ladies from various families changed frequently. The Left Prime Minister was approachable and would joke with anyone, but for some reason, everyone still felt that the two of them spoke strangely!
An Xin smiled but didn't want to say anything more.
Ling Xiyao's expression darkened slightly. Since An Xin appeared, she seemed not to have even glanced at him. Back then, she had been completely obedient to him and didn't know much about the outside world. At that time, it seemed that she only had eyes for him.
How did she get to know the Left Prime Minister? Look at how she speaks to him with a gentle smile, as if they are very familiar with each other!
With everyone's thoughts in turmoil, Jing Lan smiled and walked forward.
An Xin helped Xu Ruolan to find a place to sit. She was indeed tired after a long day of running around. After walking a few steps, she noticed that Xu Ruolan's body stiffened and asked softly, "Mother, what's wrong?" She then looked ahead in the direction Xu Ruolan was looking.
Xu Ruolan's heart raced. She didn't know how An Xin would react if she saw Ling Xiyao, but she knew she wouldn't feel good.
The moment Ling Xiyao looked over at An Xin, he suddenly had a strange feeling. He wanted to see what kind of reaction she would have. With that thought, he naturally grabbed Fu Ruyue's hand.
An Xin first saw Fu Ruyue, and instinctively felt that she had seen this woman somewhere before. Then she saw Ling Xiyao, and immediately remembered where she had seen this woman before. An Xin looked away and said, "Mother, let's go sit over there."
Xu Ruolan stiffened and said, "Xin'er..." An Xin was pointing to the spot next to Ling Xiyao.
Ling Xiyao frowned suddenly. How could there be no reaction? Even if she wanted to pretend to be indifferent, she would at least show indifference, but she showed absolutely no emotional fluctuation!
An Xin had no memory of Ling Xiyao, and naturally never took him to heart. She was too lazy to think about people she didn't care about, so she treated them as strangers. But she knew him, so she could only treat him as a familiar stranger. The kind of familiar stranger that was least likely to cause emotional fluctuations was probably the kind that was irrelevant, so it didn't matter much.
Xu Ruolan didn't understand An Xin's thoughts at all. In fact, An Xin didn't have any particular thoughts; it was just that there happened to be an empty seat there.
Ling Xiyao watched as An Xin walked over, sat down calmly in the empty seat next to him, and then started talking to Xu Ruolan.
An Xin spoke solemnly about her thirteenth uncle's affair, embellishing the details entirely to ease her mother's worries. Xu Ruolan, who had been concerned about Ling Xiyao, suddenly had tears in her eyes and said, "The thirteenth uncle was a good man, and Jinqiao was such a lovable child. How could it end like this..."
An Xin said gently, "Mother, every cause has its effect. Sister Jinqiao had a smile on her lips when she left, and so did Uncle Thirteen."
Xu Ruolan sighed deeply again, secretly wiping away her tears.
Fu Ruyue's eyes widened. The way things were unfolding was completely contrary to her expectations. This shouldn't be happening... Shouldn't An Xin be pursuing Xi Yao so aggressively?!
This complete and natural disregard left her feeling frustrated and helpless, with no way to vent her anger!