Gu Tingfang took a deep look at Yin Luzhu, then walked away with a puff of sleeves.
Before leaving, Shi Yue glanced at a certain part of her and couldn't help but admire him, "Prince Yin is really brave!"
"Hmph!" Yin Luzhu snorted lightly, looking at Gu Tingfang's leaving figure with a displeased face, "A dog bites Lu Dongbin, but it doesn't know a good heart!"
When Yin Luzhu returned to the mansion, he was surprised to find that the Prince of Chu Xiang's mansion was extremely lively today, with bright lights everywhere and the sound of silk and bamboo music.
Yin Luzhu looked at Qingluo and Changyu beside him with a puzzled look on his face: "Do you want your father to take a concubine or marry a wife?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" This was what King Chu Xiang heard when he first came over, and he immediately sneered.
"Have you ever said that about your father?"
Yin Luzhu touched his nose and said, "The main house is so festive and we were not prepared for it at the moment."
"You don't even remember your birthday?" Yin Jingchao looked at him with a frown, but there was infinite love in his eyes.
Yin Luzhu was slightly startled.
It turns out that today is also Yin Luzhu’s birthday.
He and Yin Luzhu were born on the same day.
In the past, every year on her birthday, my mother would cook herself a bowl of longevity noodles.
They would give gifts made by their mother herself, including handkerchiefs, purses, shoes, etc., but no matter what they were, they were all made by their mother's own hands.
But after that, there was nothing.
I originally thought that every day from now on, her birthday would be completely forgotten and she would only be able to visit Yin Luzhu, but she never thought...
"What are you thinking about, with this expression?"
Yin Ping pushed Yin Jingchao forward, and the two guards behind him bowed and quietly stepped aside.
Yin Jing stretched out his hand, and Yin Luzhu took a few steps forward and stopped in front of him, "Father."
Yin Jingchao rubbed her head with his hand, "Lulu, what birthday gift do you want this year?"
Yin Jingchao's voice was very kind and gentle, making her feel a little warm at night.
Yin Luzhu looked at Yin Luzhu blankly. After a long time, she took a deep breath and said, "Father, I want the truth?"
Yin Jingchao raised his eyebrows, "What's the truth?"
"Fu Qianhuai, Fu Yushi, is it true that he is plotting rebellion?"
Yin Jingchao was slightly stunned. He looked at Yin Luzhu deeply, as if he didn't understand why this daughter, who had never interacted with Mrs. Fu, was so concerned about Mrs. Fu's affairs now.
He didn't ask any more questions, just shook his head, "No."
"Does Fu's death have anything to do with father? Did father ever harm Fu?"
Yin Jingchao shook his head, "My father has lived an upright life. He and Fu Yushi were officials in the same dynasty. Although they are not close friends, they still have a lot of fun with each other. How can you harm him?"
Hearing this, Yin Luzhu breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "I understand."
Seeing her relieved look, Yin Jingchao couldn't help but be curious, "Why do you care so much about the Fu family?"
"Fu Wansheng, the daughter of the Fu family, helped me before, but I didn't know she was the daughter of the Fu family at the time. Now that I know, I want to ask."
"Do you believe in being a father?"
Yin Luzhu looked at Yin Jingchao with a firm expression.
"As long as my father says it, I will believe it."
Yin Jingchao was startled immediately. He looked at Yin Luzhu. Many complexities flashed through his eyes, which slowly became moist under the night sky.
Luzhu has really grown up.
Yin Jingchao sighed, and could hardly hide the relief on his face. He said: "Lu Zhu, as a father, I will never betray your trust. Fu's death has nothing to do with me."
