The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

The letter soon reached Gu Mingheng.

Just as Mingjin thought, he wrote back to Mingjin without any hesitation.

Wu Ji watched him write, and saw the prince write a few words, asking the princess to please do as she pleases, if he doesn't mind... He couldn't help but say, "Your words are so few, you might as well send someone to run again and send a verbal message."

"Since she wrote to me, I must answer her."

Gu Mingheng didn't think it was troublesome. While waiting for the ink to dry, he was thinking about what kind of gift he should prepare for the person when he arrived.

After all, it was her first time to entertain guests in her new house, and she couldn't go empty-handed.

"What do you think I should give her when the time comes?" Gu Mingheng asked Wu Ji just as the ink was not dry yet.

How would Wu Ji know this?

He had never given gifts to a woman, and the princess looked different from ordinary women at first glance.

Otherwise, you can ask Eunuch An.

"Why don't you ask the second young master Yuan, hasn't he been close to Miss Xu recently?" He used to come to their palace often, and he almost treated the palace as his home, but now he can't even be seen.

In the past, Wu Ji wondered who could tame their Second Master Yuan.

I didn't expect it to be such a girl.

This was a bit unexpected. He originally thought that only a girl with a strong personality could win over their Master Yuan.

But now Master Yuan has settled down and is about to get married. I wonder when their prince will be able to have such a good thing?

The Queen's Thousand Years Banquet will be held soon.

By then, His Majesty will definitely put this matter on the agenda, and it will be impossible for the prince to hide anymore.

Wu Ji was thinking wildly.

Thinking about what their future princess will be like, when the prince has a sweetheart, will he change as much as Master Yuan Er? It's really hard to imagine.

Also, when there is a future princess, the prince shouldn't be so nice to the princess, right?

However, the prince feels guilty towards the princess and he certainly cannot ignore her.

They can only hope that their future princess will be a sensible person and not quarrel with the prince because of the princess's affairs.

otherwise……

Wu Ji felt his scalp tingling when he thought about the quarrels that would happen in their palace in the future. Several of his brothers would quarrel with their wives every time they returned home, and the more serious ones would even fight.

As an unmarried man, he was really afraid of seeing such a scene.

It is impossible to imagine their prince arguing with others, let alone fighting.

"You're right. I'll ask Yuan Yu later." Gu Mingheng said this without knowing what Wu Ji was thinking.

The ink had just dried, so Gu Mingheng closed the reply and handed it to Wu Ji.

"Go."

Wu Ji was still in a trance.

Gu Mingheng frowned and called out, "Wu Ji."

"what?"

Wu Ji came back to his senses, saw the note handed over, and hurriedly took it in his hand: "I'll go right away."

"What are you thinking about?"

Gu Mingheng asked.

Wu Ji didn't dare to reply. He quickly said "Nothing" and ran away immediately.

Gu Mingheng looked at his leaving figure, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

However, this reply letter did not fall directly into Mingjin's hands.

When the person outside delivered the reply, Mingjin was taking a bath. She had been sweating from riding a horse today, so naturally she needed to take a good bath.

Ming Jin felt relieved after knowing what Gu Mingheng meant from Hua Sui.

In the clean room, Chunyu was helping her bathe. Mingjin asked her, "When does Second Brother usually have his day off?"

Among them, only the second brother has less time.

Mingjin thought about making time to come first, and set the date on that day. If he was not free by then, then forget it.

Chun Yu thought for a moment and replied, "The Imperial College has a holiday every ten days. The first ten-day holiday has already passed, and we have to wait until the middle ten-day holiday."

She calculated the time: "It should be seven days later."

"Seven days later..."

Ming Jin murmured, "Then let's set it at this time. I'll write a post for them later."

Chunyu was naturally happy to see that she was willing to hold a banquet, which was rare.

In the past, the master was most impatient to do such things.

This was also the first time that their Princess Mansion had officially held a banquet. Although they did not invite a large number of guests, it still had to be lively.

She smiled and said, "Later, Hua Sui and I will lead people to clean up the house."

Ming Jin nodded and let them go.

That night, after Ming Jin took a bath and had dinner, he began to write invitations to the people he had invited.

The next morning.

The letter sent to the Marquis' Mansion happened to be encountered by Ming Jingrang.

The servant was taking the invitations sent by the doorman and was about to give them to several masters when he suddenly ran into Ming Jingrang coming towards him and was startled for a moment.

Action is faster than reaction.

He subconsciously hid the invitation sent from the Princess's Mansion behind him.

Ming Jingrang hadn't noticed him at first, but seeing his violent reaction, he immediately frowned: "What is that?"

The servant hesitated and dared not say anything.

But seeing Ming Jingrang's deeply furrowed brows and his increasingly cold and majestic face, she could not resist his momentum in the end, and took out the card tremblingly, and whispered to the others: "It is the card from the princess to the fifth lady and the others."

Suddenly heard this name.

Ming Jingrang's originally frowned brows immediately relaxed, and his expression became dazed.

He looked at the things in his hand, and was stunned. He saw that there were several letters, and the cover looked very beautiful. He knew that this was definitely not an ordinary letter. It was probably inviting the fifth sister and the others to visit the princess's mansion...

Of course, this does not include him.

If this had happened in the past, he would probably have been angry again if he knew about it.

But now, he just watched in silence with a lost look and a hoarse throat.

Under the servants' terrified gaze, Ming Jing let his eyes turn away and said, "Go."

Other than that, he said nothing else.

When the servant heard this, he naturally breathed a sigh of relief. After saying goodbye to Ming Jingrang, he left immediately.

After he left.

Ming Jingrang stood there for a while, and just as he was about to leave, he saw Mingyuan Ferry coming from another road.

His father.

Ming Jingrang paused, and the disappointment in his eyes was immediately replaced by indifference. After the people came over, he just called out indifferently: "Father."

"Ah."

Ming Yuandu asked him, "What does the servant have in his hand?"

On his way here just now, he also saw something in the servant's hand. From a distance, it looked like an invitation, but he didn't know who sent it.

Ming Jingrang didn't want to talk to Ming Yuandu.

The father and son had never gotten along well since they were young. Compared to his sensible, obedient and capable elder brother, his rebelliousness really gave his father a headache.

He wanted to take care of him in the early years, but his mother quarreled with him about it, so in the end he had to give up.

He didn't want to see him being disobedient.

He didn't want to look at him either, because he always frowned every time he saw him.

Over time.

Naturally, the conversations between father and son became less and less.

But perhaps there were times when his disobedience was actually another way of showing that he wanted people to notice him. He might have hoped that one day his father would look at him like an older brother instead of acting like he was useless every time he saw him.

But now.

He didn't want to talk to him, he really didn't want to talk to him. All the expectations he had before were no longer there.

He opened his mouth to say "I don't know", but for some reason, looking at his usual calm face, he suddenly wanted to see if he really didn't care.

"A letter sent from the Princess's Mansion." Ming Jingrang said to Ming Yuandu.

Seeing Ming Yuandu's expression of surprise, he asked, "Who is it for?"

Ming Jingrang actually wanted to laugh at this sentence.

He did laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Ming Yuandu couldn't help but frowned when he saw his youngest son's appearance.

Ming Jingrang was still smiling.

As he watched Ming Yuandu's face become increasingly ugly, he laughed louder and louder, even laughing until tears came out.

"Ming Jingrang!"

Ming Yuandu couldn't help but shouted at him.

"Sorry, I really couldn't help it." Ming Jingrang finally stopped laughing and was not as wild as before.

At this time, Ming Yuandu's face was extremely ugly.

But Ming Jingrang was not afraid at all.

He just looked at Ming Yuandu and asked with a smile: "Don't you think this question is ridiculous?"

"Who do you think the post will be given to? To me? Or to you?"

Ming Yuandu's face became darker.

Ming Jingrang felt bored and suddenly he was too lazy to talk.

Just about to say goodbye.

Suddenly, Ming Yuandu asked him coldly: "Are you blaming me now? Do you have the right to blame me?"

"Would your sister have left if it wasn't you?"

Why couldn't he see his own daughter and was blamed by his own mother?

Ming Yuandu himself was also very angry.

I didn't expect that if I didn't teach this bastard a lesson, he would have the nerve to blame him.

Ming Jingrang was so shocked by Ming Yuandu's words that he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His expression also changed briefly.

Pain spread across his face, and even his heart ached.

He didn't look back, but clenched his fists tightly.

But before Ming Yuandu left, he replied in a deep voice: "Yes, I did something wrong. I have never denied that it was because of me, and I didn't expect her to forgive me."

"But you?"

"Are you a good father?"

"You abandoned your own daughter for your own benefit. You are worse than me—"

Before he could finish his words, Ming Jingrang was hit in the face.

Ming Yuandu didn't know how much force he used, but a slap mark appeared on Ming Jingrang's face almost immediately.

My ears were also buzzing from the beating.

"You, you rebellious son!" Ming Yuandu pointed at Ming Jingrang, shaking with anger.

Ming Jingrang remained in the posture of being knocked off balance.

But his eyes looked towards Ming Yuandu little by little. He was not afraid at all, which made Ming Yuandu look at him and suddenly feel timid.

His dignity as a father made it impossible for him to back down.

He could only continue to keep a straight face.

Just when he was about to scold Ming Jingrang, another word from Ming Jingrang suddenly reached his ears.

"Are you so sure?"

"Can you really be a good father without me?"

"What do you mean?"

Ming Jingrang looked at him, shrugged, and ignoring the pain on his face, he sneered: "It's just the literal meaning."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Ming Yuandu, covered half of his face, and walked away with a cold face.

Ming Yuandu watched him leave, opened his mouth to speak, but finally gave up.

He suddenly felt very tired.

He had come here specifically to ask Ming Jingrang when he was leaving and whether he had packed his things. Unexpectedly, he didn't ask the question, but instead they started arguing again.

Thinking of what he said, Ming Yuandu suddenly pursed his lips.

……

Two days later.

Ming Jingrang left Anyuan Marquis Mansion without taking anyone with him.

Zhou Zhaoru had been ill since that day, and Ming Yuandu was too lazy to see him. Of course, Ming Jingrang didn't go to see him either. Before leaving, Ming Jingrang just kowtowed three times to Songcuizhai and Zhou Zhaoru, and then left home alone on horseback.

The day.

Ming Sheng took a carriage to Huangqin Street.

When the carriage was about to enter Huangqin Street, she looked through the curtain and suddenly saw the young man who had left home early in the morning coming out from inside.

The boy didn't see her and rode away on his horse.

The autumn wind rustled.

The entire city of Yanjing seemed to be shrouded in this thick autumn atmosphere.

All of a sudden, the city turned yellow and red... She looked at the direction where Ming Jingrang left, looking at the young man's thin figure, and she was still not able to come back to her senses.

half an hour.

Ming Sheng just sighed and put down the curtain in his hand.