The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Nan Yan's hand trembled when her name was called, and she almost broke the candle wick. The candlelight swayed crookedly before gradually becoming brighter.

Nan Yan put down the scissors, lowered her head and replied, "Miss, I really can't hide anything from you. I have been avoiding Chen Jinfu recently. A few days ago, the Chen family came to my parents and wanted me to marry Chen Jinfu, saying that I would be his legal wife."

Bei Hui couldn't help but burst out laughing, "What a rich family, and he still has a legitimate wife! Could it be that he wants to imitate the rich families and have many wives and concubines?"

Shi Anxia ignored the others and just asked, "Nan Yan, what do you think?"

Nan Yan's eyes widened. "Miss, what can I think? I still remember him, in public, in public..."

I peed all over the floor, but I was too embarrassed to say it out loud. It was true. I could still smell the urine after many days. Oh no... I couldn't stand it!

Shi Anxia looked at Nan Yan's disgusted expression and smiled, "It would be best if you remember."

She was really afraid that Nan Yan would be like Shi Anxin, unable to escape the fate and stubbornly stuck in the mud.

Predictive ability is not omnipotent. Some people, even if you tell them the result, will rebelliously think that you are jealous of me and that’s why you said that on purpose. You just can’t stand seeing me doing well.

Shi Anxia will not forcibly interfere in other people's feelings, everything depends on herself.

These days, she let Nan Yan get to know Chen Jinfu and see what kind of person he was.

It's not that she said Chen Jinfu was a bad person, but that Chen Jinfu himself is a bad person.

Nan Yan was a little embarrassed, "Miss, my parents have accepted the betrothal gift from the Chen family. I am worried about what to do."

Shi Anxia said calmly, "What can we do about this? Your indenture is in my hands, and you belong to me. Your parents have accepted the betrothal gift from the Chen family, so let them figure out a solution themselves. Why are you so worried?"

Nan Yan lowered her head and spoke softly, "But I am worried that it will ruin the young lady's reputation."

The northern wing of the Beijing family has developed to the present day with an unwritten rule.

Although the master held the servants' indentures, as long as the servants had not committed any crime, they could marry on their own. After getting married, they could still work in the mansion without any difference.

Unless there are some mean masters who hold the indenture and do not allow servants to marry, then they are not allowed to marry. Or if they forcefully specify that the servants must marry, that is also acceptable.

However, if they did so, the host family would be known as mean. Therefore, most noble families would not interfere too much on the surface.

Nan Yan's parents accepted the betrothal gift because they thought that Shi Anxia was currently in the limelight and would definitely protect his reputation and would not ruin it for a girl.

However, Shi Anxia smiled and said, "Do you think I care about my reputation?"

Nan Yan said gloomily, "The young lady doesn't care, but I do. I don't want to be a burden to the young lady."

Shi Anxia reached out and shook Nan Yan's cold hand, and said softly, "It seems that you still didn't listen carefully to what I said. I have said it before, all of you are my people. If I don't agree, no one can think of being your boss."

Nan Yan heaved a sigh of relief and said in a tearful voice, "Nan Yan is grateful to the young lady! Nan Yan feels sick whenever she thinks about having to face such a person every day."

Disgusting is right! Shi Anxia was in a very good mood. It's time to beat Chen Jinfu to death with sticks, and he still wants to get married!

Last time, Chen Jinfu pretended to be Shi Yunqi and wanted to defame Qiu Hongyan's innocence, but Shi Anxia deliberately went easy on him and just beat him up before letting him go.

The Chen family thought that Shi Anxia didn't dare to speak out in order to protect Miss Qiu's innocence. In fact, she just wanted to see what the Chen family would do next and also wanted to see Nan Yan's attitude.

Now, Shi Anxia saw Nan Yan's struggle, and realized that she was only worried about her reputation from the beginning to the end. She couldn't help but soften her heart, "I'll say it again, from now on you are mine. Without my permission, no one can control your life."

As soon as the words fell, a voice was heard at the door asking, "So, young lady, am I yours?"

Shi Anxia looked up and waved, "Dongxi, come here."

Dong Xi hurriedly approached the girl, stood with his feet together, and lowered his head to show his loyalty, "Miss, I have been here for a short time, but I like you and want to follow you for the rest of my life."

Shi Anxia couldn't help but laugh, "You're just a little old, and you're going to spend your whole life! There's still a long way to go! If you want to follow me, then follow me. As for me, that's it. I'm going to marry a palace guard, not a rich family. You guys should think it through."

Dong Xi happily agreed.

She heard from her aunt Zeng Mama that the girl was a very wise person with unlimited future.

But she wanted to stay with the girl, not caring about the future.

She felt that working with the girl made her happy every day.

The sisters around her were not quarrelsome and cared for each other. If she had a headache or fever, they would rush to help her and not let her be despised by the host family.

Dongxi used to work for wealthy families when he was in his hometown, but he was always very nervous, afraid of making any mistakes.

Once, because she broke a plate, she was punished to kneel on the broken pieces for two hours. Now, her legs hurt whenever it rained, which was caused by that time.

It is hard to find a good master, this is what her aunt repeatedly reminded her. Dong Xi remembered it very well.

The master and servants chatted and laughed. The next day, An Xia asked Cen Yuan to find someone to beat Chen Jinfu half to death, leaving him with a breath to accompany his parents on the farm.

His mother cried her heart out and asked him who hit him.

With his last breath, he said that he owed the Wanqian Casino eighty taels of silver.

Wanqian Casino chased him for a debt, and he had no money to pay, so they beat him. Wanqian Casino said that they would come to his mother to get the money in three days.

Mother Chen was so angry that she kicked him and cursed him, "I don't have money, but I have a life. Take it if you want it."

As a result, her son was kicked to death by her.

Mother Chen cried for half the night while holding her son's body. The next day, she came to Nan Yan to ask for help and wanted to find someone to give her some money.

She was quite lucky. She didn't meet Nan Yan, but she met the noble lady An Xia.

Miss An Xia asked, "What is your identity in coming to see Nan Yan?"

Mother Chen stammered, "She, she, her mother accepted, accepted the betrothal gift from my Chen family. Nan, Nanyan is my son's daughter-in-law who will not marry into the family."

Shi Anxia asked coldly, "Nan Yan's indenture has always been in my hands. When did I agree to this marriage?"

Mother Chen was unable to answer for a moment and wanted to say something, but when she looked up and met the girl's eyes, which were intimidating without being angry, she immediately collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud and burst into tears.

Shi Anxia glanced at the vicious old woman indifferently. Her voice was calm without any ups and downs, but her words were chilling. "If I find you looking for Nan Yan again, I will either beat you to death on the spot or sell out Mozhou immediately."

Mother Chen was so frightened that she howled twice and went to settle the score with Nan Yan's parents.

When Nanyan's parents heard that Chen Jinfu had died, they were so scared that they quickly returned the betrothal gift. But how could Chen's mother be easy to deal with? She would pluck out a feather from a passing goose...