Since he had returned, Ning Yunzhao had seen her. This was not usual of her son.
"My brother played a hefty sum this time at the Jinyun Hall. He went to go talk to Father and Grandmother," said Ning Yunyan absent-mindly.
The terror and apprehension in Yangcheng had faded away like smoke along with the jolts of the carriage.
Losing money was no big deal.
A girl’s good name being completely decimated was also nothing.
Even if heaven collapsed, there would still be some people on top.
As for whether or not Lin Jin’er would say that Ning Yunyan had made her worried, she was even less worried.
Where was the proof? Wanting to be a concubine was her own wish. The Ning Family never agreed.
Ning Yunyan herself was just a young lady. How could she meddle in Brother’s marriage? And even if she said stuff like making people her sister-in-law, that was just a child’s joke.
A child’s words carry no harm. Taking it seriously is much too laughable.
