Chapter 14 Friends

"Ruoli? Come here quickly, let grandma have a good look." Mrs. Wei waved to Bai Ruoli.

Bai Ruoli said "hmm", trotted to her, knelt down obediently, and raised her little face.

Shu Qingyao took the opportunity to look at her.

She is not very old, about thirteen or fourteen years old. She is as handsome and charming as an orchid in the deep mountains and deep valleys. However, from time to time there is a hint of calculation in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"Three years have passed. Ruoli has grown a lot taller and has become more handsome! If your grandfather saw..." At this point, Mrs. Wei paused and sighed heavily.

Bai Ruoli immediately took Mrs. Wei's wrinkled hand, put it against her face, and rubbed it gently: "Grandma, don't be sad! Ah Li will stay here with you! If mother can't stay long, then Ah Li will take her place. Be filial and don’t leave grandma alone!”

Mrs. Wei's eyes were wet and she murmured: "Okay! Okay! Good boy! Just stay here, Ali, but don't leave. Grandma wants you to accompany her!"

Shu Qingyao looked at this scene with cold eyes and quietly stepped aside.

"Miss," Wu Ling followed closely, "Then Miss Bai's..."

"Yeah." Shu Qingyao was vaguely disdainful.

Seeing her like this, Wu Ling didn't know what to say.

I've seen it blatant, but I've never seen anyone bully like this.

He muttered angrily: "It's true that the Wei family has other ideas, why are they marrying us?"

"It's probably because my identity is useful." Shu Qingyao stroked her hair.

Wu Ling was startled.

He exclaimed: "This slave suddenly remembered something! Before Old City Lord Wei passed away, his favorite was the third young master. However, the eldest young master had been working abroad for many years and was the best candidate to succeed the city lord, so the two brothers had a rift. The position of the city lord is currently undecided, and the marriage between the young lady and the third young master is decided by the old city lord..."

Shu Qing's eyes darkened: "That's why he married me to fulfill the old city lord's last wish, so as not to fall victim to false accusations when he seizes the throne."

Wu Ling nodded.

Shu Qingyao glanced sideways for a moment, looking at Mrs. Wei and Bai Ruoli who were talking and laughing in the crowd.

He immediately raised his lips and sneered: "I'm afraid there is no suspense about the position of City Lord. After all, the future City Lord's wife has already been decided."

"How did you know that the future city lord's wife was not you?" A joking voice sounded from behind.

Shu Qingyao was caught off guard, her heart beating wildly.

Looking back, it turned out to be Shen Xinglou!

She didn't want to have too much involvement with him in public, so she took two steps back and pulled Wu Ling to kneel down with her.

"I have met the young prince."

Shen Xinglou opened his thin lips slightly: "This gift is too big..."

Before the next words were spoken, Wei Xingzhao came to pick him up.

"Qing'er, the young prince is right, you don't need to pay such a big gift." He stretched out his hand to help Shu Qingyao up.

Qinger? Shen Xinglou raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shu Qingyao took advantage of the opportunity to stand up and break away from Wei Xingzhao's hand, avoiding the touch: "You Qing doesn't understand."

Wei Xingzhao smiled and said: "The young prince and I are good friends, and you are my wife, so naturally there is no need for such a big gift."

Friends? Shu Qingyao looked towards Shen Xinglou.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, she suddenly felt like she was being tricked.

Who does Shen Xinglou think she is!

Wei Xingzhao ignored Shu Qingyao's avoidance, and held her wrist again, tightening: "Qing'er, I should have been with you for the past two days when you came to the house. It's just that the situation in the house is special. The eldest brother is away on official duties, and the second brother My legs and feet are inconvenient, so I am the only one who has to pick up my aunt. Don’t blame me."

Shu Qingyao pursed her lips: "Youqing is not weird."

Wei Xingzhao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said: "Come, let me formally introduce to you. This is the only son of King Xuande and my good friend, Shen Xinglou."

Shu Qingyao was slightly absent-minded.

King Xuande...

How many years has it been since she heard these three words?