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"Ah Zhu, does this look good?" Yuchi Yao frantically held a piece of clothing in front of her as she moved it in front of her, looking left and right with an indescribable joy on her face.

Ah Zhu continued to help Yuchi Yao find her clothes, not even bothering to look at her. "I say, Miss, you look good in every piece of clothing. Don't bother looking for it. After so long, your clothes have made my hands and feet sore." Ah Zhu complained.

"I must find the best clothes, only then will Brother Wen Qing be happy." She picked up another piece of clothing from the bed and looked at it from left to right.

"Brother Wen Qing Wen, Brother Wen Qing, you keep calling me by my ears all day long." Ah Zhu grumbled, before sitting down and basking in the boundless beauty, "But, your Brother Wen Qing is really talented, handsome and powerful."

Just as he finished speaking, Yuchi Yao slapped him on the head and woke him up. "Ah Zhu, look at how beautiful you are." Hurry up and put on your clothes, Brother Wen Qing is still waiting for me. "

"Ah, Miss, the one you have on you is very good, your Brother Wen Qing must like it a lot." In fact, she had already tried out this piece of clothing in Yuchi Yao's possession. Yuchi Yao was extremely pretty, with a delicate figure and beautiful clothes. Today, because of a girl's feelings, she had to pick out the most beautiful clothes.

"Really." Ah Zhu pretended to be sure, "Hurry up and put it on."

"Lord Yuchi, you absolutely cannot do this." Yan Wenqing refused.

There was a very tense atmosphere in the pavilion. The hearty smile on Yuchi Xiang's face was no longer there. He was staring at the dishes on the stone table with a heavy heart. Then, he said to Yan Wenqing, "Perhaps it's because of a moment of passion, but I think Yao Yao also has a heart. Every day, she tells me about this, she's been raised as a child, so as parents, we can't do anything about it. However, don't worry, Young Master Yan, I, Yuchi Xiang, do things with a sense of propriety and will not force others.

Yan Wenqing slowly said, "I won't hide it from sire. Actually Wenqing, I ?"

"Father." The woman called out in a gentle and soft voice.

Her figure was graceful, her face bashful, and her beauty was charming. The girl slowly walked towards the pavilion in a shy manner. She was as delicate as jade, without a trace of unruly arrogance. She had a slender and delicate appearance, like a tender and fragrant snow lotus, that seemed to have been reborn.

"Yao Yao, come." Yuchi Xiang gestured for Yuchi Yao to sit beside him with a benevolent smile on his face.

However, Yan Wenqing did not dare to look at her directly. Ever since Yuchi Xiang had told him that Yuchi Yao had feelings for him, Yan Wenqing had felt that their relationship naturally drifted apart. As a person with a strong heart, she could not accept another woman's feelings. Right now, he didn't want to look at Yuchi Yao, but rather not let her see his eyes.

Yan Wenqing elegantly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Yuchi Yao, who was sitting across from him. "Because I was too hasty and crude that day, I drew a butterfly for you. Today, I specially drew another silk for you."

It was a beautiful handkerchief, and the butterfly on top had spread its wings as if it was resting on a well-defined stone. The spread of the wings seemed to be slowly flapping, adding to the color, it was extremely charming and lovely.

He originally thought that the beautiful butterfly silk would be a gift to the beauty, but Yan Wenqing did not expect it to be a gift to refuse her.

Yuchi Yao lovingly spread out her slender fingers and looked at the butterfly silk. A shy smile blossomed at the corner of her mouth, and the beautiful dimples on her face rippled with a beautiful luster under the bright sunlight.

Yan Wenqing was always avoiding such a sweet smile. Yuchi Xiang could see the worry on Yan Wenqing's face, but he also saw his happy daughter beside him.

Since ancient times, affection is mutual admiration, a person's love will never be able to achieve happiness. Yuchi Xiang knew Yan Wenqing also knew.

There could only be one person hidden in Yan Wenqing's heart, and that was Xiao Lan. It was just that she could never be changed. She was the one person he truly wanted, and he was also the only person she could rely on. He had already vowed in his heart that he would treat her with sincerity for the rest of his life.

Some of the worries were tacit understanding, while some of the worries were as beautiful as the sun.

"Why, why ?" The sound of truly crying came from deep within the Yuchi Courtyard. The leaves from the trees in the courtyard fell down, as they cried out emotionally, causing the mournful leaves of late autumn to tremble.

"Miss. "Miss." The maidservant helplessly tried to dissuade her, choking on her sobs.

Yuchi Yao poured everything she had in her room onto the floor. The clothes scattered all over the floor, and she tore off some of her clothes. The woman was sitting within her messy clothes, crying. Her tears had soaked her face, wetting her beautiful and enchanting face, wetting a thin layer of rouge. The jade hairpin on his head swayed sadly.

She was like a beautiful flower that couldn't be exposed to the rain.

Ah Zhu walked to the side of Yuchi Yao and slowly sat down, hugging the sorrowful Yuchi Yao. Her tears fell onto her fair hands.

"Blame it on Young Master Yan for having a lover for so long." Tears streamed from the corners of Ah Zhu's eyes. Hugging this sorrowful body tightly.

The woman slowly calmed down. "Am I not as good as other girls?" Her jet-black hair stuck to her cheeks and was contained within her fragrant lips.

"Miss is the best, the most beautiful woman. No one can compare to our Miss." Ah Zhu comforted her. He brushed the hair off his face.

"But why didn't he want me?" Yuchi Yao snuggled into Ah Zhu's arms like a child.

"Emotional matters cannot be forced. Young Master Yan has someone else in his heart first."

Yuchi Yao sat up, pulling a handkerchief from her sleeve and slowly spreading it out. A beautiful butterfly landed on a rock, flapping its wings to fly away. What a beautiful butterfly!

Tears fell onto the butterfly silk. It spread out.

The room quieted down, and there was only the sadness that flowed through the air.

Outside, Yuchi Xiang used his sleeve to gently wipe away the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Listening to the sobbing in the room, he felt very uncomfortable. Was it not for him to just tell the girl about this? She was so happy to see him, but he had mercilessly hurt her feelings. Love was a mutual wishful thinking. He didn't want to hinder Yan Wenqing's true love, and he also didn't want his daughter to miss a person that she already belonged to.

In the courtyard, the autumn wind blew through the treetops, leaving behind a few yellow leaves. The leaves fell at the foot of the trees, landing in the pond, floating on the surface of the water.