After a deep sleep all night, Lin Qiqi woke up early. She only found out yesterday that Chen Ken was actually the fifth prince. It was incredible. At first, she fantasized about becoming friends with him, but now it seems that this is not feasible.
So many things have happened in the past few days, and they all seem to be related to her. The strangest thing is that His Royal Highness has not spoken much to him before, but he behaves as if he can chat with anyone. She no longer knew how she came back from the Prince's Mansion yesterday. Maybe she was too tired and fell asleep directly. The visit to relatives could only be postponed until today.
Lin Qiqi brought some things back to the Lin Mansion. As soon as she got off the carriage, she saw Lin Youyou sitting on the steps of the gate, her eyes burning, lowering her head and fiddling with something. She walked to him softly, and Lin Youyou rushed up to hug him. She stopped her and cried, "Sister... wuwu... I thought you would never come back... wu." She gently stroked Lin Youyou's head, squatted down and wiped away his tears with her hands, smiling brightly. , Qing Rourou asked: "Why, why do you think Sister A will not come back?"
"Yes... it's my mother who said that if her married daughter throws water away, she is now part of the Chen family and will not come back." Lin Qiqi's body suddenly trembled, and her eyes were slightly stained when she looked at him. Bo Liang, her mother has not wanted to see her since she was a child. The second sister was frail and sick, and her mother gave all the supplements to the second sister. When she grew up, she inevitably became a tool for fighting for power and money.
"Sister A will come back often in the future..."
When he entered the room, he saw Lin Taiyan sitting on a chair and falling asleep. He was old, and he still needed to handle the trivial matters in the palace properly, and he had worked hard like this all his life. The sun shone in through the window, and the ground was dyed golden. Lin Qiqi's mouth curved into a shallow smile, a little reluctant. She walked to the window and raised her hand to close the window. There was a squeak, which was very clear in the silent room. .
"Qiqi is back." The old voice came with a slight vibrato, which made people feel distressed.
"Father, are we asking you to take a rest? Then I'll... go out first." Lin Qiqi strode away, "Don't take your mother's words to heart. She's an outspoken person, so you should be more considerate."
"how come…"
She felt more and more that this home had lost her place the day she left. The wind made the windows creak, and when I looked up, the weather had changed.
Reaching out to open the door, the pure yellow pear wood came into view, which was a little depressing. There were tables and chairs in the room that had not yet been repaired, various flowerpots piled high, broken arrows, and pure white arrows. Feathers scattered all over the floor, and a thick layer of dust fell on the soft smoke gauze hanging on the canopy bed. She entered the house sideways, stepped on the broken arrow, and found a small wooden box on the dressing table that was weighed down by a lot of debris. Lin Qiqi pulled it out with all her strength. The debris fell towards her, but she subconsciously protected it. The box in her arms hit her back and arms hard.
"Hiss...it hurts."
"What are you doing here?" The woman's voice was very thin. "I can't go back to my room. Can't I?" She was a little annoyed. Within half a year, the room was piled up like this. It was really used as a warehouse. Already?
"The house is not tidy, so you won't come back to live there. It's okay to put some miscellaneous things. There are already a lot of miscellaneous things in this house. Put them in your room..." The words were interrupted, "Mom really knows how to live! "
The box was held tightly in her arms. She ignored the dust on her body and went straight out of the house. She didn't get on the carriage. She planned to walk back after such a long journey.
Lin Qiqi held the box and walked slowly. To be honest, she didn't know how to walk, but she always felt that she could walk back.
"follow me."
Someone held her hand, changed direction, and continued walking slowly, but this time, he pulled her along.
