Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

The pigeon that landed by the window caught Bai Ran's attention. How could there be a letter from Prime Minister Zhang's residence? Logically speaking, they already knew that the master was going back, so they would not urge him anymore.

Bai Ran took the letter hesitantly and handed it to Nangong Jingcheng who was in a trance: "Master, there is a letter from home." Nangong Jingcheng was sitting by the window, thinking about something.

Seeing that Nangong Jingcheng didn't respond, Bai Ran repeated it loudly.

"Ah, what did you say?"

"There's a letter from the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Nangong Jingcheng stared at the envelope in Bai Ran's hand for a long time without saying anything, but Bai Ran knew what he was thinking and hesitating in his heart, so he didn't urge him.

"Give it to me." He opened the envelope and saw his father's handwriting: "Mother is seriously ill, come back quickly."

Nangong Jingcheng's hands trembled, and he immediately said, "Bai Ran, quickly get the horse and set off back to Beijing."

Along the way, Nangong Jingcheng and his party rode at full speed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion. As soon as the door opened, they rushed to their mother Nangong Ling's residence.

When the father learned that his son had returned, he immediately came out of the house to greet him. Seeing his son, he was both happy and worried. He frowned for a long time before walking towards him.

Nangong Jingcheng bowed to Nangong Ling: "Father."

Previous letters always said that his father was seriously ill, but Nangong Jingcheng knew that his father was rarely sick, and his mother loved him so much that she was afraid that he would suffer the slightest injustice.

"Oh, well, go in and see your mother."

Entering the room, Nangong Jingcheng saw Nangong Ling lying on the bed. His heart tightened, and a sour feeling surged in his heart. He opened his eyes and saw his son. He was a little surprised. He calmed down and began to cough pretendingly: "You... why are you back?"

"Mother, you are sick, and I am so sorry that I just came back now..."

Before she finished speaking, Nangong Ling interrupted, "Mother is fine. She must have been tired recently. She just needs to rest. Ahem... You must be exhausted from the journey. It's getting late now. Go wash up and rest."

"Mother, I will stay here with you and won't go anywhere."

In the past, most of the letters that he had tricked back home were about his father's illness or accidents at home. This time when he came back, he knew the difficulties at home, and on the way back he heard the news that his mother was ill. He was worried, but didn't think much about it.

"Go ahead. Your father is here. Don't worry."

Nangong Jingcheng knew that he couldn't outsmart his mother, so he had to give up: "Okay. Mother, I'll come to accompany you tomorrow morning." Nangong Ling nodded with relief: "Go and rest."

Nangong Ling rarely sees such a well-behaved Nangong Jingcheng. He was well-behaved and sensible when he was a child, but after Beitang got into trouble, Nangong Jingcheng became more gloomy.

Nangong Jingcheng returned to the room and always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Forget it, let's get some sleep first."

He traveled all night and was so worried that he couldn't sleep in the carriage.

His dream tonight was a little complicated.

At dawn, Nangong Jingcheng was busy in the kitchen with sleepy eyes, muttering to himself: "The skills I learned from that little chef are now useful..."

Bai Ran held his forehead and thought, what a silly child.

When it was time for breakfast, Nangong Jingcheng came to his mother's room and said, "Mother, I'm here to see you."

"come in."

Nangong Jingcheng came to the bedside, "Mother, I prepared some breakfast, please try it."

The housewife Nangong who was standing next to him had tears in his eyes. He had indeed never thought that one day he would be able to see the child he raised with a golden spoon, and be able to cook for his mother.

"This is……"

Nangong Ling, who was leaning on the edge of the bed, looked at Nangong Jingcheng who was standing upright, and glanced at the plate in his hand.

"Sir, this is what the young master prepared for you after getting up early this morning and working for two hours."

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, come in."

Bai Ran called her maid, and the maid took the breakfast from Nangong Jingcheng.

Nangong Ling's face paused. How could she not remember that her son could cook?

"Jingcheng, mother wants to discuss something with you."

"Well, mother, you say."

"Look, you've reached marriageable age, and it's time to find someone to take good care of you, so that your father and I can rest assured. The Prime Minister's Mansion is swaying at the center of power, and something could happen at any time. Now I've got this harmful disease..."

"Mother, I am..."

"How about... you marry into the palace?"

Nangong Jingcheng was stunned.

A moment.

"Mother, I already have someone in my heart."

"Are you still unable to let go of Murong Beitang? She is dead, and this is something that everyone in the world knows. Why don't you want to believe it?"

Nangong Ling always has a bit of trouble controlling her temper towards Nangong Jingcheng.

Nangong Jingcheng spoke in a deep voice but also turned cold. In the past, the Nangong family and the Murong family were on good terms because of Murong's status as a former royal family. They didn't expect that the former Murong family would lose all their previous efforts because of Murong Beitang's disappearance in time. They valued the family background, but he would always like Murong Beitang who could protect him unconditionally.

"Not her."

Nangong Jingcheng suddenly spoke up to interrupt what Nangong Ling was about to say.

Nangong Ling reacted quickly and said lightly: "She is just a peasant woman living in seclusion in the countryside. She is of no use to us."

"Mother, how do you know?"

"I knew it a long time ago. Fortunately, I found out early. Otherwise... how long do you plan to keep it a secret from us?" "Mother, you are spying on me? Then you must know her very well. She is not a tool to me, but the person I admire. How can we talk about whether she is useful or not?"

Nangong Ling didn't want to say more to her, so she turned her head to one side and said, "That's it, you can only marry the emperor. Get out."

There was only silence in the room.

Looking at the seriously ill Nangong Ling, Nangong Jingcheng was unwilling to argue anymore.