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Chapter 1762

At noon, the servant came to deliver a message.

"Master Jue, today is the death anniversary of your brother Yu Ran. The eldest lady is uneasy and sad about this. Miss Zhuma is extremely anxious and is waiting outside to see you."

As soon as the servant finished speaking, Lord Zhan Han refused firmly: "Go and tell her that I can't get away for the time being."

The servant looked at Zhan Hanjue and Yan Zhengling who were relaxing, and was startled, so he had to turn and leave.

Yan Zhengling has a compassionate heart, but her nerves are fragile. This is because her emotions are delicate and rich, and she can empathize with the sadness of others.

At this moment, Zhengling felt that Yu Qianqian had lost her son in middle age, and the white-haired person gave the black-haired person away, which must have made her feel extremely sad. So she took the initiative to suggest: "Brother Jue, the pain of losing a child is not as painful as being sick and disabled. This is the most heart-wrenching pain."

It's painful for her, so you'd better go over and comfort her."

Zheng Ling smiled and said: "I'm very happy if you have this kind of heart. Go ahead."

But Zhan Hanjue became stubborn and said madly: "I won't go. I will never go to that ghost place again. Once I go, you will be sad. In the past, I always cared about others. From now on, I also want to be selfish and only care about others."

You’ll be fine.”

Zhan Hanjue looked at Zheng Ling's eyes that were filled with tears. Zheng Ling had just come out of the huge grief. How could he leave her at this time.

He held her hand tightly and said, "I'll accompany you."

The servant replied to Yu Qianqian, "Madam, I have conveyed your words to Young Master Jue intact. But Young Master Jue..." The servant looked embarrassed and hesitated in speaking.

Yu Qianqian knew something was wrong, "What did Jue'er say?"

Zheng Ling could only make do with him.

Xiangding Garden.

She used the pain of losing her son as an excuse to trick Lord Zhan Han into coming to see her. She thought that this reason was so heavy that Lord Zhan Han could not refuse.

Unexpectedly, Lord Zhan Han still rejected her.

The servant told the truth: "Master Jue said he is temporarily unavailable."

"What is he busy with?" Yu Qianqian wondered.

The servant said tremblingly: "Young Master Jue's face doesn't look good."

Yu Qianqian said, "Last night was so unpleasant, how can Jueer's face feel better?"

The servant said: "He is chatting with the young lady."

Yu Qianqian's face darkened, "Didn't you say that the couple had a huge quarrel last night?"

So, Zhuma dressed up beautifully, wearing the same style of clothes that Yan Zhengling usually wore: a small fragrant suit and black trousers. She looked dashing and brave without losing the charm of a woman.

When Yu Qianqian and Xiuhe saw such a playful and agile Zhuma, they couldn't help but nod. They praised her: "Zhuma is much more beautiful dressed like this than the people in the city. Even Yan Zhengling is not as smart as Zhuma."

Xiuhe rolled his eyes, put his mouth next to Yu Qianqian's ear, and said, "Qianqian, why don't you take Zhuma to Aiyue Castle to comfort Han Jue's lost heart while Zhan Hanjue and Yan Zhengling are having a conflict?

On one side is a fierce wife who is incomprehensible, and on the other side is a loving mother. Through comparison, Han Jue will deeply realize that his mother is better than his daughter-in-law. From now on, he will be even more devoted to you."

A sly sneer appeared in Yu Qianqian's eyes. "Xiuhe, that's what you said."

In fact, Zhu Ma is a child who grew up in Zhu Feng, and she exudes the simplicity and naivety of a child in the mountains.

Zheng Ling, on the other hand, is a child who was pampered. She has the noble aura of a young lady, the aura of a lady from a well-educated family, and the naughty and smart personality of growing up happily.

Zhuma's temperament is simple, not as complex and changeable as Zheng Ling's.


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