"Take your time, father and son."
Wan Xuan glanced at Li Yun. His features resembled Xie Qian when he was young, but his delicate features were closer to his mother's.
Thinking of this, Wan Xuan could not help but sigh. If not for that incident, Xie Qian and his wife would be an enviable immortal couple.
Li Yun hurriedly let the servants lead the way and brought Wan Xuan to the guest room.
Seeing his son's busy appearance, Xie Qian smiled and said, "After two to three years, you've grown a lot."
Li Yun's ears perked up. His father's words were praising him for growing up and being able to take charge.
Even though his heart was bursting with joy, he maintained his habitual 'aloofness' on his face.
Xie Qian changed the topic and said to Li Yun, "According to tradition, marriage should have been arranged a long time ago."
At this point, his brows furrowed uncontrollably.
If Xie Qian had not been secretly removed from the Xie family, Li Yun would have been the legitimate grandson of the Xie family.
Marriage arrangements were made at the age of thirteen or fourteen. Usually, it was chosen by the wife of the family.
"It's a pity that your mother passed away early. Otherwise … she would have been able to attend my first birthday banquet."
The rules of aristocratic families were as numerous as the hairs on a cow. Marriage was arranged at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and marriage at the age of eighteen or nineteen.
Considering Li Yun's age, he should have gotten married long ago and had children.
The current situation was a little awkward. It felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
As someone from an aristocratic family, although Xie Qian did not crazily value bloodline, he did not see himself as a commoner.
When his son arranged a marriage, it was best for the bride to be of noble birth. She did not need to have a distinguished family background, but she had to be smart.
The main point was, she had to be smart!
It couldn't be helped, Xie Qian's nerves were strained by that strange demon.
He was afraid that his son would marry the wrong wife and ruin three generations.
Xie Qian mentioning Li Yun's birth mother calmed Li Yun's swollen mind.
Ever since he was young, he had never heard Xie Qian talk about his birth mother.
Li Yun asked carefully, "Father, I heard from Governor Liu that my mother was from the Langya Wang family?"
Both parents were direct descendants of the four noble families. In this era where bloodlines were important, Li Yun's birth was even nobler than the royal family.
Xie Qian sighed and said with a look of reminiscence, "Yes, your mother's surname is Wang, and her maiden name is Huiyun. She is the legitimate daughter of the Wang family of Langya. She and the current family master of the Wang family are siblings. Unfortunately, the heavens didn't help anyone. Her body was delicate, and she unfortunately died of a hemorrhage when she gave birth to you … "
Liyun listened attentively. When he heard Xie Qian say his mother's maiden name, Huiyun, his eyelids twitched.
Xie Qian didn't miss his son's reaction and asked, "What's wrong?"
Liyun shook his head, "No, I just feel that the name 'Mother' is similar to a lady I know."
Not to mention similar names, there were many people with the same name in the world. Xie Qian did not care.
Liyun asked again, "Mother … I heard from Governor Liu that she is a rare talented woman …"
Xie Qian said proudly, "She's not just a talented woman. Using Liu She as an analogy, your mother's talent is more than enough to crush Liu She. "
Li Yun: "…"
Father, how deep is the enmity between you and Liu Province's Governor?
However, after hearing Xie Qian's words, Liyun also felt a sense of admiration for his mother, whom he had never met. He was also a little depressed.
According to his father, his mother died giving birth to him.
"Father, do you have a portrait of my mother?"
Liyun heard from Liu She that Xie Qian was an all-rounder with both pen and sword. He could recite poems and paint with a brush, and he could kill enemies with a spear.
If that was the case, his father should have drawn something like a portrait of his mother as a memento, right?
"Of course I do."
Xie Qian had been a mountain otaku for more than ten years. If it were anyone else, they would probably have degenerated into a slovenly Jianghu man. However, Xie Qian's upbringing was ingrained in his bones. Even if he only lived in a thatched hut, he could still create a dissolute and unrestrained demeanor of a hermit.
As a single father who raised his son to make a living, he did not neglect his other skills. His brush and ink were still outstanding.
To prevent his memory from fading, he drew several portraits and carried them with him.
Li Yunxing hurriedly opened the portrait. When he saw the person's face, he was instantly stunned.
If he was not sure that Lady Huijun was younger than him by a few months, he would have suspected that she was his mother.
"Isn't this … Lady Hui?"
He muttered as his forehead was hit.
"How rude."
He did not call her "mother" but "Lady Hui". Was this fellow rebelling?
Liyun hesitated for a while and said honestly, "Father, I have seen the person in the portrait."
Xie Qian's heart jumped to his throat. His son had seen that evildoer?
"When did you see her?"
"Yesterday." Liyun explained, "There is a lady in the lord's backyard. She looks similar to the mother in the portrait, but her temperament is very different."
The Wang Huiyun in the portrait had a temperament like an orchid, elegant and refined.
She wore a luxurious dress and stood among the flowers. Her right hand was placed on her slightly protruding abdomen. There was a faint smile on her face. Her entire person was shrouded in the halo of "maternal love". When people saw the portrait, they were first attracted by her temperament, then they noticed her appearance. Even through the portrait, they could guess that this was a talented woman who had read extensively. Only by immersing herself in this field for a long time could one cultivate such a temperament.
As for Lady Hui, who Liyun had seen before, she was also a beauty beyond compare. However, that kind of beauty was dazzling and dazzling.
One was reserved, the other was flamboyant.
Hearing Liyun's words, Xie Qian immediately became vigilant towards the woman who looked like his wife.
Without waiting for Xie Qian to regain his senses, Liyun carefully kept the portrait and said shyly, "Father …"
"What is it?"
"Your son … has a woman that he admires."
Liyun did not want his father to decide on his engagement.
It would be better for him to confess now to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Xie Qian was speechless.
Although he had unwillingly lowered his standards for choosing a wife, Xie Qian really did not want his son to marry an illiterate, vulgar woman from the mountains!
Xie Qian immediately pictured in his mind a woman with a mouth full of yellow teeth, spittle flying everywhere as she spoke, black dirt hidden under her nails, noisy eating, snoring like thunder in her sleep, scolding and scuffling with others. His vision darkened and he almost stopped breathing.
Son, don't take things too hard!
Xie Qian's heart trembled as he asked, "Which family is it?"
He did not care if it was a free love, he just wanted to know which family it was.
Even if it was a peasant girl, he would accept it. He only hoped that his upbringing was not wrong.
"Hejian's Shangguan family, I wonder if father has heard of it?" Liyun said a little embarrassedly, "Her name is Shangguan Wan."
Hejian's Shangguan family?
Xie Qian knew this. He had already prepared for the worst but did not expect Liyun to give him a surprise.
"The wife of the Shangguan family is not bad."
"Does that mean father agrees?"
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