Peaceful Farm Life Chapter 851 - 851 852 You Really Are Loyal

Chapter 851: Chapter 852: You Really Are Loyal Chapter 851: Chapter 852: You Really Are Loyal Wild Goose Jade discerned the joy in ng Zhuqing’s voice, but said nothing and showed no emotion. She coldly eyed ng Zhuqing for a long while before she slowly asked, “Your surna is also ng. What relation is General ng Zhan to you?”

ng Zhuqing hesitated for a mont, then replied, “He is indeed my father.”

Wild Goose Jade was clearly taken aback.

“Miss, were you… waiting for just now?” When ng Zhuqing asked this, he was very apprehensive.

Wild Goose Jade did not answer but instead asked, “You are the son of the general, then who are Brother Xiao and Sister An Jing?”

Because Wild Goose Jade did not answer him, ng Zhuqing felt a sense of loss, but then, he did not answer Wild Goose Jade’s question either and instead said solemnly, “Miss, should you harm my father and lady mother, I will surely kill you.”

Wild Goose Jade imdiately scoffed, “You really are loyal.”

ng Zhuqing said, “The ng Family is loyal and brave, I will not bring sha upon the ng Family.”

Wild Goose Jade turned and walked away.

ng Zhuqing pursed his lips, not pursuing her or calling out to Wild Goose Jade, but his gaze followed her.

Just when ng Zhuqing thought Wild Goose Jade would just leave like that, she suddenly halted her steps. Without turning around, she addressed him with her back facing him, “My enemies are not them, as long as they do not stand in the way of my vengeance, I will not bring any harm to them.”

Heartened by the thought that Wild Goose Jade would probably not harm his family, ng Zhuqing imdiately pressed, “Miss, who is your enemy?” He had long noticed the deep hatred hidden beneath her cold and stunning visage.

Wild Goose Jade did not answer and continued walking forward.

Watching Wild Goose Jade’s slender silhouette growing further away, the infinite solitude and hatred that seeped from that figure slowly tightened ng Zhuqing’s heart, and the hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist.

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As nothing seed amiss, ng Zhuqing did not ntion his encounter with Wild Goose Jade to Xiao Changyi and An Jing.

In ng Zhuqing’s view, that encounter was a private matter between him and Wild Goose Jade.

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That day, An Jing had just finished making breakfast and was coming out of the kitchen when she saw that Xiao Changyi had chopped down quite a few bamboos and placed them at the entrance of the courtyard.

An Jing was very curious and approached Xiao Changyi, who was working on the bamboos, “Husband, what are you doing?”

The four little ones also surrounded them curiously, even going so far as to play with the bamboos Xiao Changyi had chopped down.

But concerned that the four little ones might hurt their hands, Xiao Changyi did not allow them to play with the bamboos and chased them back into the courtyard before he answered An Jing’s question, “Didn’t you say last night that you wanted to sit on a bamboo raft and play on the river? I’m making a bamboo raft.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing instantly smiled, feeling incredibly sweet inside and deeming herself very fortunate.

Last night, during their casual conversation, they had talked about the river in front of their house.

The river was very wide and irregular. If one ignored the endless ends, it almost resembled a lake. She had thought that sitting in the middle of the river on a bamboo raft, admiring the surrounding scenery, would definitely be even more beautiful and poetic.

Her husband had always been very attentive to her wishes. It was not so much that she did not expect her husband would make her a bamboo raft; it was both unexpected and yet anticipated.

Regardless, she felt very sweet about it.

With a smile, An Jing said, “Then eat your breakfast before you continue with your work. I’ve already made it.”

“Hmm.”

After having breakfast, Xiao Changyi began working on the bamboo raft.

An Jing, with the four children in tow, played nearby, occasionally lending a hand to Xiao Changyi, creating an atmosphere of special dostic bliss.

Hearing the sound of a carriage, An Jing looked to locate the source and saw a procession of guards escorting a luxurious covered carriage heading their way.