Chapter Seventy-One

Father Yan naturally disagreed when he heard such news, he had no way to completely give up the family's inheritance, and marrying into the palace sounded infinite on the surface, but in fact, there would be a lot of sourness behind the scenes.

Yan Shu has been a treasure in his hands since he was a child, Yan's father knows his daughter's temperament, and he also knows her daughter's arrogance, these are attractive in other places, but in the palace, these may attract disaster.

He didn't want to see such a scene appear, and he wouldn't let his daughter suffer too much grievance.

"If you really want to marry into the palace, you and your family will be cut off today." Father Yan looked at his daughter kneeling on the ground in the ancestral hall, and he finally said the cruel words. It's just that at the moment of saying it, I felt some pain in my heart.

This is the daughter who has been raised for more than ten years, and now she is going to be removed from the family, and when she meets again, she can only be the same passerby. From the most intimate to the strangest.

His heart ached, but he couldn't risk his family.

"Okay." The response was very decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

It's heartbreaking to be decisive, but there's still a lot of things to say yet.

"Do you know that if you don't have the power behind you, you won't be able to move an inch in this palace. Maybe you'll only make a small promise forever. In fact, no matter how hard she tries, she can only be a concubine. Yan's father still persuaded his daughter without giving up.

Yan Shu knelt on the ground, her waist straight. Everything is swearing her attitude.

Father Yan still waited without giving up, but only his straight back responded to him.

"Looks like you've made up your mind." Father Yan sighed deeply and made an announcement.

Yan's mother was outside the ancestral hall, her hands covering her mouth tightly, and tears were pouring down from the corners of her eyes. She was in pain, but she couldn't go in to stop her husband's approach, she could only look at everything outside, Yan's mother clenched her hands tightly, hoping that the physical pain could soothe the grief in her heart.

When her daughter came out of it, she was no longer a daughter, she understood her husband's temper, and she didn't want to stop her daughter's wishes.

She can only be a bystander.

Delisting is just a simple ritual, and no matter how complicated the process is, there is no way to delay it until this emotion fades.

Yan Shu walked out of the ancestral hall and walked towards the palace.

She finally did, and her father only said that she was no more than a concubine. But she has climbed step by step, the harem women are competing for the position, and the queen, the most noble woman in the world, is nothing more than that.

It's just that it's bought with life.

Yan's father was obviously very cold, but he always liked to take out his daughter's clothes before he left in the middle of the night, and he let the servants take care of them carefully, so many years later, it was still like new.

It's just that you can only do it secretly behind the scenes when no one finds out. Father Yan, you have to warn everyone that you can't mention Yan Shu's name, but you have made exceptions again and again.

Yan's father thought that his son would lie on the ground and cry and make trouble like ordinary children until he told the truth.

His youngest son has the thoughtfulness of ordinary people, perhaps because he understands his father's sadness, so he did not continue to ask, but responded lightly.

He put his hand on his son's shoulder with some heaviness, and perhaps in the right time he would tell all these things, and his son was too young to speak.

Yaoguang thought this opening sentence was a little funny when Yan Han first told it, but after listening to a few words, she found that something was wrong.

When she was very young, she heard Aunt Anhe tell stories about her mother, because she had never met her mother when she was a child, and people were always full of curiosity about the unknown. So she always listens to the stories told by Aunt Anhe.

Yan Han saw Yaoguang's expression that he already understood, and he already understood, the other party understood what she was talking about, right?

He just didn't pause, but took this opportunity to tell the previous story all at once.

"There are so many dresses, she is gone, and there are many things that cannot be taken with her, whether it is worn clothes or toys that have been played. Or the memories she left behind, she didn't take them away. Yan Han sighed and continued to speak.

"It's not always curious, do you have a sister?"

When Yan's father said this, Yan Han was twelve years old, which coincided with Yan Shu's twelve years old when Yan Han was born.

"Hmm. Actually, about him. I already know a little bit about it. Yan Han simply did not hide his investigation for so many years.

Although Father Yan didn't take the initiative to speak, if something happened, no matter how well he hid it, it would still leave clues, plus the people he had cultivated over the years had already helped him investigate everything he wanted to know.

And he also knew that the sister he had been thinking about had passed away. I left at the best of my life.

"Well, yes, you've grown up."

"If you know how it ended today. Will? At the beginning, I didn't cut off my relationship with my sister very decisively. ”

"I had already guessed this from the beginning." Father Yan said. The tone is full of helplessness, this palace is really too messy, even if you have great ability, you can't stop the sinister of people's hearts.

No one can be trusted, and every minute there is someone thinking about how to frame you. Every day is like living in hell, and Yan Shu's ability to die in such a way is actually beyond his expectations.

He may be too selfish, but he can't let his family come to the funeral.

"Hmm."

"I don't have much time now, I have already treasured your sister's clothes before her death, if you want to leave a souvenir, just keep it, if you don't want it, you can throw it away at will." Father Yan said, that understatement tone, as if he didn't care at all.

Maybe it's because I'm about to die, and I'm starting to look down on everything.

"Hmm."

"It's just that the cyan dress should still be treasured. After all, it was sewn by your mother when she was alive. Even at that time, Yan Shu was already famous from the family. ”

It's been a long time since I've heard the name, when I was guided. There was no way to match her with me for a moment.

That dress may bear more people's feelings, it is not Yan Shu's relic, but it is better.