By now, Muzichuan's face was already a little pale.

"Qing'er, what do you mean?" He did not answer Widow Liu's words, but turned his questioning eyes to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing also looked at Mu Zichuan.

I don't know if it was her illusion or something else, but she actually saw the last trace of pleading in Mu Zichuan's eyes.

Begging her not to agree, hoping she would reject his mother's proposal.

Yang Ruoqing was slightly stunned.

Why is he like this?

Could it be that, as Widow Liu worried, even if she was pregnant with Tang Yazi's child, he still wouldn't give up?

Still retain the last glimmer of hope?

"My aunt cares about me, loves me, and wants to recognize me as her goddaughter. I also like my aunt very much, and I'm very happy!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled sweetly.

"Zichuan, I will be your sister from now on, and I will work with you to honor our mother."

"You are busy with your work in the capital, so don't be distracted. I will take care of you at home." She said sincerely.

This sentence fell in Mu Zichuan's ears, like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

He raised his hands to cover his chest, and suddenly felt as if his chest was so tight that it was about to explode.

"You... just be happy, I, I have no objection..."

His face was already frighteningly pale.

After saying these words, he staggered out of the house and did not look back even though Widow Liu called him from behind.

"This kid, hey..."

Widow Liu looked at his leaving figure and sighed.

Yang Ruoqing has stood up, with some worry and uneasiness on her face.

"Auntie, how about..."

"I won't change my mind!" Widow Liu interrupted Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment. She guessed what she was going to say before she even said it.

Widow Liu continued: "You have seen it too, right? It's not me who thinks too much, it's Zichuan."

"Even if you are about to become a mother, he still can't forget you."

"The day he can't forget you, the day he won't look for his wife."

"Qing'er, please promise aunt that you will be my goddaughter."

"Auntie has selfish motives and wants Zichuan to give up completely. But she also really cares about you. We don't have the fate of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in this life, so we can just be mother and daughter, okay?"

Faced with Widow Liu's request, Yang Ruoqing really couldn't bear to refuse.

She raised her eyes and looked at the direction where Muzichuan disappeared, and nodded: "Okay!"

…

That night, Widow Liu asked Yang Ruoqing to take care of her daughter, and everyone in the village knew about it.

Then at noon the next day, two tables of meals were held in the courtyard of Lao Mu's house.

We invited the most respected people in the village, as well as relatives from the old Yang family and the old Mu family, to come over.

In front of everyone, a ceremony to recognize relatives was held.

Yang Ruoqing knelt down and kowtowed to Widow Liu, prayed to heaven and earth, and called her mother.

Widow Liu gave her money to change her tune, and then Yang Ruoqing and Mu Zichuan bowed to each other three times, officially calling them brother and sister.

"Hey, this ceremony is really a great harm to our Tanhua Lang!"

At night, when Xiao Yaxue came to accompany Yang Ruoqing, she couldn't help but sigh there.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing was sitting at the dressing table, undoing her hair in front of the bronze mirror.

Hearing this, the movements of his fingers paused, but he said nothing.

Today during the ceremony of bowing to each other, the two of them buried their heads together, and she heard him say something in her ear in a very small voice.

"It would be great if this was worshiping heaven and earth..."

At that time, there were many people around and his voice was very low.

But she still heard it.

When she raised her eyes, the brother and sister's mutual worship had ended, and his eyes were calm.

It was so calm that there was no vivid thing at all, like the surface of a frozen lake, lifeless.

"Hey, if I were Mu Zichuan, I would definitely be quite different in this scene."

Xiao Yaxue's voice then reached Yang Ruoqing's ears.

"I wonder why we worship brothers and sisters instead of husband and wife worshiping heaven and earth? Qing'er, are you right?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled lightly.

"There is nothing right or wrong. In order for two people to achieve enlightenment, they must be destined and destined. Without one of them, it will not work." She said calmly.

Xiao Yaxue also looked at the face in the bronze mirror, which became more charming and beautiful because of her pregnancy.

"Logically speaking, Mu Zichuan and you have been engaged since we were children, so the fate between you should be perfect..." She murmured.

"Luo Fengtang shows up halfway, so you're out of luck, right?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing did not directly answer Xiao Yaxue's question.

"Yaxue, let me tell you a story and you will understand." She said.

Turning sideways, looking at Xiao Yaxue, her pink lips opened slightly.

"Once upon a time, a man died by the river beach."

"The first person who passed by looked at her from afar, shook his head, and left."

"The second person came. He stood in front of her for a moment, then took off a coat and covered her body. He mourned for a moment and then left."

"Finally a third person came."

"He dug a hole, buried her, and let her sleep on the ground forever."

"After reincarnation, she met these three men one after another."

"The first one is passers-by A, B and C."

"Secondly, they are confidantes, they talk over wine and talk about anything."

"He likes her and admires her, but there is always a certain gap between them."

"Knowing that she met a third man, they fell in love, got married, and grew old together."

"Yaxue, Mu Zichuan is the second, but Tang Yazi is the third."

"The depth of fate in this life is determined by the effect, but the cause was already determined in the previous life."

"I made this analogy, can you understand it now?" Yang Ruoqing asked seriously.

Xiao Yaxue was still immersed in the analogy she made and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

"Qing'er, I understand." She murmured.

"I won't hide it from you. When I saw Mu Zichuan's dejected look today, I felt a little distressed and felt sorry for him."

"But now, I can't do it anymore."

"Because you and Feng Tang are truly destined to be together."

"Compared to Mu Zichuan, Fengtang is the true prince in your life. If there really was a past life, he was also the one who devoted the most to you."

"If you give more, you should get more. Therefore, Mu Zichuan can only blame him for not giving as much as Feng Tang in his previous life. The regret of not being able to get what he wants in this life can only be tasted by himself..."

Xiao Yaxue said.

After hearing Xiao Yaxue's explanation, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"You are so elegant in your rhetoric, but you still say it with style."
Chapter completed!