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Chapter 197 Speechless

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    The two of them had nothing to say. After Xie finished speaking, the room fell silent again.

    "Would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

    Mrs. Xie sighed silently, stood up and looked at Fu Minghua: "I'll show you the courtyard." There was a hint of melancholy on her brows, "This is one of the courtyards I lived in when I was a boy."

    She lowered her eyelashes, looked indifferent, and had an orchid-like temperament.

    Fu Minghua stood up, and Ms. Xie motioned to the grandmother beside her not to follow.

    "Now, I also know that I'm afraid you don't want to see me." The light rain was pouring down outside, falling drop by drop from the eaves, and hitting the ground with a "pattering" sound.

    Fu Minghua¡¯s skirt was wet, and she felt uncomfortable.

    Xie¡¯s voice was soft and soft, like the weather in Jiangzhou, with a bone-crushing chill.

    "But now that you are engaged to the third prince, the Xie family will be your support in the future." Ms. Xie pursed her lips, this was a win-win situation.

    But after she finished speaking, Fu Minghua did not give her an answer.

    "Could it be that you still want to rely on the Changle Marquis Mansion?"

    Ms. Xie raised her eyes, wondering if it was the Jiangzhou water town that gave her dark eyebrows a beautiful color.

    She is already over thirty, but she looks like she is in her early twenties.  Time was particularly kind to her. Fu Minghua smiled and mentioned the skirt that had stuck to her ankles after getting wet. When Xie mentioned the Changle Marquis Mansion, her indifferent tone seemed to be mentioning an insignificant person.  human-like.

    "The Changle Marquis Mansion is unreliable." She said slowly.

    She doesn¡¯t need to remind her of this, Fu Minghua knows it very well.

    But since the Xie family knew that the people in the Changle Marquis Mansion were unreliable, they still chose the Jiangzhou Xie family.

    It¡¯s too late now to tell her that Changlehou Mansion is unreliable.

    Fu Minghua smiled and looked at the scene in front of the door under the night wind.

    The verandah leads directly to the entire courtyard, connecting the front and rear houses of Xie's residence.

    The main wing of the courtyard where she lived temporarily faced a few small steps when going out. There were stone lampposts on the left and right sides, with grease inside. The light of the fire swayed in the night wind.

    A steady drizzle blew in, soaking the steps.  This kind of rainy weather makes people lazy. I wish I could be trapped in the house all the time and not go out.

    A few drops of rainwater dripped from the eaves of the covered bridge. Fu Minghua took two steps and reached out to catch it.

    The water droplets were extremely cold when they fell on her palms, making her palms feel a slight tingling pain.

    "I didn't see you during the dinner tonight."

    She turned around with a calm expression.

    However, when Mrs. Xie, who had been indifferent before, heard this, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.

    Fu Minghua did not smile, and his tone was not sarcastic when he spoke, but Mr. Xie seemed to be biting his lower lip and his face turned pale.

    Faced with such a question, she opened her mouth, but could not speak.

    After a long while, she spoke with some difficulty, her delicate nose trembled slightly, and she made a very light and thin sound of 'hmm'.

    "Why?"

    When Fu Minghua asked this question out of curiosity, Mr. Xie's face turned even paler.

    She grasped the mink fur covering her body with her fingers, and with her slender fingertips, she squeezed the fur tightly.

    Why else?

    She is just Jiangzhou¡¯s nominally long-dead daughter. Even after returning to Jiangzhou, she can live in fine clothes and have countless mink fur and jewels, but she cannot have an upright identity after all.

    Ms. Xie raised her head and looked at Fu Minghua without hesitation: "You should know very well."

    Although she was hit in a sore spot, Ms. Xie was unwilling to face the weakness in her heart. Her bravery did not match her delicate appearance.

    Fu Minghua smiled, lowered his head, reached out and touched his ears: "That's just what I asked."

    "Don't worry about it."

    No matter how bad things were at the beginning of the Changle Hou Mansion, at least she had such an upright identity, which is much better than being sneaky now.

    "I understand." Mrs. Xie reluctantly held the corner of her mouth, and the mother and daughter were speechless for a while.

    "Think about what I said." Ms. Xie stayed for a long time, unable to explain how she felt. After saying this, she was about to leave, but Fu Minghua said, "I know."

    Mrs. Xie lowered his head, tears almost filling his eyes.

    She endured the pain and her voice was a little hoarse: "?You take a rest earlier.  "

    After saying this, there was hesitation in her eyes: "I hope you don't hate me. You also understand that I just can't help myself."

    Fu Minghua looked at her and said nothing.

    "Now that you have grown up, you should understand." She lowered her eyelids and tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to fall, but under the dim light, the water still reflected an eye-catching sheen.

    "You should know what kind of person the Crown Prince of Changle Marquis is," Fu Minghua didn't respond, so Xie's voice became softer: "What would you do if it were you?"

    "You are the future third prince's concubine. If someone helps you, you will be the most noble person in the world in the future." Xie endured the feelings in her heart and whispered: "Which is more serious, just think about it in your heart."

    The servant stood far away. Mrs. Xie wanted to talk to her before, so she specifically told her not to come over.

    At this moment, I only knew that mother and daughter were talking, but I couldn¡¯t hear clearly what was said.

    "I understand." Fu Minghua nodded.

    Ms. Xie raised her head and looked at her, only to see Fu Minghua looking at her calmly: "If it were me, I would make the same choice as you."

    She disliked Fu Qixian so much that she didn't even want to mention his name again.

    ¡°If we were to put ourselves in Mrs. Xie¡¯s shoes, I¡¯m afraid Fu Minghua would make a similar choice to her.

    Xie¡¯s eyes gradually showed light, but Fu Minghua looked at her with a smile:

    "But so what, I'm not you."

    Her pupils gradually narrowed, and her lips seemed to have lost their color. She pursed her lips tightly, her jaw was extremely tight, and she could not make a sound.

    "It's getting late, and you're tired from traveling all day. You'd better go back and rest early." Fu Minghua persuaded her softly, but Mrs. Xie couldn't listen anymore.

    Until now when mother and daughter met, Ms. Xie realized that Fu Minghua didn¡¯t even call her ¡®mother¡¯ again.

    ¡°I¡¯m afraid that in Fu Minghua¡¯s heart, when she ¡®hanged herself¡¯ that day, the wife of the Crown Prince of the Changle Marquis Mansion passed away, and her mother followed her.

    Ms. Xie didn¡¯t even know how she left the house.

    Fu Minghua saw that she had gone away, and then turned around.

    She stood outside for a while, and her hands and feet were so cold that they ached.

    Mother Jiang stood in the room with her big cloak in her arms, looking at her with some worry. She didn't know how long she had been standing there.

    "Madam, please relax." Aunt Jiang was afraid that she thought she was hurt. Fu Minghua still felt cold even though she was wearing a big cloak, so she didn't explain what she said.

    After entering the house, he took a shower and changed clothes. As soon as the door outside was closed and the ground dragon was burned in the inner room to warm him up, Fu Minghua felt better.

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    Give me a monthly ticket and I will turn around for you.  .  .

    I haven¡¯t slept well recently, suffering from insomnia and dreaminess. Fortunately, I don¡¯t have frequent or urgent urination (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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