Qiao Ruoyi looked fiercely at Xie Yun and said, “My husband just died and you said you wanted to marry me. What do you take me for?”
Xie Yun said, “Luo Wei’s last words before he died were that he hoped you could live well. Nichang needs a father!”
Qiao ruoyi held Nichang’s hand and ignored Xie Yun, bringing nichang onto the sedan chair.
Nichang obediently did not say a word as she got onto the sedan chair. However, she still lifted the curtain from time to time to look at Xie Yun behind her. “Mother, Uncle Xie’s wound seems to be torn again. His clothes are covered in blood.”
Qiao ruoyi said, “He deserves it!”
Back when Marquis an Yuan and Qiao Lui went to Xie Yun’s residence, Xie Yun only said that he was willing to take her as a concubine. In fact, Qiao Ruoyi could understand. Firstly, she and Xie Yun hated each other. Secondly, she knew her own identity.
