Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

"Nothing much has happened recently. It's snowing a bit heavily in Snow City recently."

Nan Jinming took a bite of the apple in his hand, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to Chu Xiaoran.

The open space outside is planted with wintersweet flowers, each one looks like little yellow stars, emitting a faint fragrance. The whole yard is filled with a faint wintersweet scent.

Yan Boxi carried his fruit bowl and placed it on the table next to him. He glanced at the arrogant Nan Jinming and didn't say anything more since he was his master after all.

"The snow in the north is quite heavy. When I was a kid, it was a little warm when it snowed while my father was still alive. But when we moved to a dilapidated house, every winter was so cold that it made us shiver."

"I won't do that anymore. I'll keep your bed warm."

Nan Jinming took a vicious bite of the apple in his hand and looked at the heavy snow falling outside. The Yu Kingdom was about to be turned upside down.

Yeguo Capital

"Mr. Prime Minister, His Royal Highness Feng Jun will be here shortly."

As soon as the guard brought the news to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Nangong Ling heard the guard at the door announcing that His Highness Feng Jun had returned.

"Mother."

Nangong Jingcheng had a cold look on his face when he came back. If it hadn't been for Nangong Ling, he would never have entered the palace. It was not worth it to sacrifice himself for a prime minister's mansion where he had no say.

Nangong Ling smiled and nodded, thinking that she was right to send him to the palace, but she didn't expect that her son would hold a grudge for so long.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back?"

Although Nangong Ling was joking, Nangong Jingcheng's expression was obviously not good.

Nangong Jingcheng looked at Nangong Ling in front of him who was smiling so happily, and the hatred in Nangong Jingcheng's heart increased a little bit.

Nangong's husband rushed forward and held his son's hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, and asked with some concern: "Why are your hands so cold? Are you not wearing enough clothes?"

Seeing how Nangong Zhufu cared about her so much, Nangong Jingcheng felt a little aggrieved. Her eyes were slightly red and her nose was sour, as if she would cry if she talked for a few more seconds.

"Master, the young master often misses you and the prime minister in the palace. He doesn't eat well and often wakes up from nightmares when he falls asleep."

Mingyue next to him said that he was the youngest and didn't have to worry about other people's faces when he said these words. Anyway, no matter what happened, Nangong Jingcheng would protect him.

Over the years, Qingfeng Mingyue has seen through the Prime Minister's true face. Every time he tries to trick the young master back, it is because he wants him to marry into the palace.

But that kind of high wall was like hell on earth to Nangong Jingcheng. He could clearly feel the condition of the young master in the palace.

In fact, Mingyue was not exaggerating. When Nangong Jingcheng was alone in the palace, he felt like he was torturing himself. He ignored other people's advice and often couldn't eat. Now when he came back, his cheeks were obviously much thinner.

Mr. Nangong loves his son, but there is nothing he can do. Someone wants to deal with the Prime Minister's Mansion. If Nangong Jingcheng does not enter the palace, the emperor will definitely find ways to deal with the Prime Minister's Mansion. At that time, the fate of the Nangong family will be the same as that of the Murong family, with everyone pushing down the wall when it falls.

"Silly child, you can't torture yourself like this."

Nangong's husband held Nangong Jingcheng's hand, his eyes moistened, he touched his hand, and said repeatedly: "My child, you have suffered, you have suffered."

Nangong Ling stood aside and said nothing. After all, she was in the wrong in this matter.