sjar Chapter 598 Sweet words
Chapter 598 Sweet words
Thinking of this, Ji Nanchuan also grabbed Xia Chuhe's hand.
He asked affectionately: "Chu He, do you really think so?"
"But I am a very unqualified father. I feel ashamed of my own daughter..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xia Chuhe.
"Brother Nanchuan, don't think like that. You are busy with government affairs every day. How can you have time to deal with the trivial matters in the backyard? The education of children should be handled by the mistress of the mansion."
"You have no regrets towards your adopted daughter, and you should feel even less guilty towards your biological daughter. She should thank you for being able to marry into the Night King's Palace, right?"
Ji Nanchuan leaned against the carriage and said softly: "Chu He, you are still so gentle, considerate and understanding."
Xia Chuhe smiled shyly and pulled her hand out of his.
While she opened the curtain of the sedan chair and told the servant to go in the direction of Prince Ye's Palace, she began to ask Ji Nanchuan.
"Brother Nanchuan, I haven't been back to the capital for many years. I wonder if the old lady is in good health?"
Ji Nanchuan shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Not at all. Because of what happened recently, my mother has been so angry that she is paralyzed in bed. She has to take medicine every day and can't even walk."
"I'm really worried that if this continues, her health will not be able to hold on any longer."
Xia Chuhe poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, comforting him: "Don't worry, Brother Nanchuan. Old Madam Ji is blessed by heaven. She will definitely live a long life."
After she finished speaking, she asked again: "Isn't that the mistress who is waiting by the side to take care of Madam Ji?"
She hadn't heard Ji Nanchuan mention Meng's name just now, so she couldn't help feeling a little curious.
When Ji Nanchuan heard her asking about Mrs. Meng, his hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and his expression instantly became a little unnatural.
In his opinion, compared with Xia Chuhe, Meng was nothing.
Now, when compared, the gap between the two is even more obvious.
Xia Chuhe is gentle, generous, and considerate in every way, and she always calls him "brother".
And what else can Meng do besides being jealous and making trouble?
Ji Nanchuan didn't want to mention the Meng family, but he felt that it would be bad if he didn't confess such a thing.
Although he didn't know Xia Chuhe's relationship status yet, he had a vague feeling that there was a chance between them.
If their old love could be rekindled, then this matter should not be hidden from her.
Thinking of this, Ji Nanchuan organized his words briefly and said, "She made a mistake by giving Qingqing bad advice, causing her to anger His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I have already sent someone to lock her up in a room."
"She hasn't been out for a month."
Xia Chuhe frowned. Ji Nanchuan was afraid that she would think he was heartless, so he quickly explained: "Chuhe, don't think too much. In fact, the relationship between me and Meng has long been in name only."
"Because she is the mother of several children in the Marquis' Mansion, I have repeatedly tolerated her mistakes, but now I don't want to tolerate it anymore."
"Chu He, to be honest with you, I want to divorce her."
When Ji Nanchuan said this, his eyes were looking at Xia Chuhe.
He wanted to know how the other person would react when she heard these words, and whether she would still have a place for him in her heart.
Xia Chuhe was indeed shocked. She looked bewildered for a moment, but then she regained her composure.
She looked at Ji Nanchuan, frowned and said: "Brother Nanchuan, you are a marquis, how can you divorce your wife?"
"Do you know how badly this will affect you if it gets out?"
Ji Nanchuan looked at her with melancholy, "Chu He, do you think I should continue to tolerate her?"
"I am very busy with government affairs and have no time to take care of the affairs of the mansion. My mother is seriously ill and needs a mistress to serve her at all times. Asking a nanny to serve her now is only temporary."
"As for Huaiche Qingfeng and Zihang, the sons are now old enough to get married, and they should have a mistress in the mansion to arrange their marriages."
"Ms. Meng's abilities are mediocre now, and she is completely unqualified to be the mistress of the Marquisate. If I let her manage the Yongning Marquisate, I'm afraid that the century-old foundation of the Marquisate will be completely destroyed in my hands."
When Xia Chuhe heard this, a hint of tact and pity appeared in her eyes.
She said: "Brother Nanchuan's words make sense. I was not thoughtful enough."
"But this is, after all, your family affair. You have to make the decision yourself. As an outsider, I shouldn't express any opinions."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Nanchuan grabbed Xia Chuhe's hand and pressed it against his chest.
He looked at the woman in front of him with deep affection, "Chu He, don't you understand my feelings for you?"
"In the twenty-five years since you left, there has not been a single day that I have been able to forget you."
"If you are willing to marry me, I will immediately write a letter of divorce and go back to divorce Meng."
"I promise you that you will be my only wife in this life, and I will never take a concubine again."
Xia Chuhe was frightened by Ji Nanchuan's action. She tried to pull her hand back in a hurry, but failed.
"Brother Nanchuan, the past is over. We have both become parents, and I have had a failed marriage. I have been divorced by my heartless husband and have become a concubine. I am no longer worthy of you."
There was a tearful tone in Xia Chuhe's voice, but Ji Nanchuan held her hand tightly.
"Chu He, my feelings for you are sincere. I don't care about your past. As long as you are willing to marry me, I am willing to marry you in a grand sedan chair and let you become the mistress of this mansion in glory."
Ji Nanchuan saw Xia Chuhe's brows twitch, and thought that she must be moved.
He went on to say: "Chu He, think about it, God made us meet on the street, isn't this fate?"
"We have missed each other for 25 years. Do you want to keep missing out?"
Xia Chuhe moved her lips and looked up at him, not knowing how to react.
After a long while, she finally said, "Brother Nanchuan, can you give me some time to think about it?"
Ji Nanchuan naturally agreed, "No problem. Although I don't know what happened in your past, you are back in the capital now. You can tell me anything."
"I can't guarantee anything else, but I can definitely take care of you."
Xia Chuhe nodded slightly and said nothing more.
The carriage drove forward for a distance and then stopped. The sound of dewdrops was heard outside.
"Madam, we have arrived at the Night Palace."
Ji Nanchuan glanced at Xia Chuhe and said, "Chuhe, just sit in the car, I'll be back soon."