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Xiaoman came over and helped Jiang Ning onto the wheelchair, pushing her along with Jiang Yi towards the front hall.

Huang Ying followed behind, carrying a food box and a teacup.

For families like theirs, especially Lin Zizi and Jiang Yi, they were very particular and would not casually eat snacks or drink tea from outside their home. When they came to Guanyin Temple, they always brought their own tea. Lin Zizi, dressed in a purple dress, was talking with the temple’s master. Seeing them approaching, she smiled.

Jiang Ning laughed and said, “Our mother is truly beautiful, truly worthy of being called the number one beauty in Chang’an City.”

“Now you are the number one beauty in Chang’an City, right?”

“I’m a lame girl, who would admit that I’m a beauty?”

“I admit it,” Jiang Yi replied, his hands behind his back and grinning. “In my eyes, our mother and sister are the most beautiful girls in the world.”

“Third brother, remember what you just said.”

“Why?”

“Once you marry Zhang Mujin after the New Year, I worry that you’ll contradict yourself.”

The marriage between the Jiang Family and the Zhang Family had already been settled.

When the New Year was over, they would marry.

Huang Ying pursed her lips and laughed.

Xiaoman didn’t understand, but seeing Jiang Ning and Huang Ying laughing, she opened her mouth and laughed along.

When they approached Lin Zizi, she smiled and asked, “What’s so funny that has all of you laughing like this?”

Jiang Yi replied, “Your daughter is making fun of her own brother.”

“This child, what are you talking about? Just say it’s about your sister,” Lin Zizi said, pulling Jiang Ning’s wheelchair closer and taking out a handkerchief to wipe her daughter’s sweat. She asked softly, “Did you sleep well last night? The sun is so hot today.”

She truly loved her daughter to her bones.

Jiang Ning laughed and said, “It’s so peaceful here, I slept extremely well, dreamless all night.”

“In that case, I’ll bring you here more often in the future,” Lin Zizi said to Jing Yin, the temple’s master. “My daughter likes it here, so we’ll be coming more often. You don’t mind, do you?”

Jing Yin was about the same age as Lin Zizi, dressed as a nun, her appearance fair and clean, with a gentle smile.

“Your daughter is my daughter too. I’d be happy even if she stays here every day.”

Lin Zizi smiled, “Ningning, call her Aunt Jing.”

“Aunt Jing,” Jiang Ning obediently called her, “Aunt Jing is really beautiful.”

“You have a sweet mouth,” Jing Yin laughed, “but remember, I’m a nun.” “Whether in the secular world or as a nun, one can still be beautiful.” “Look at this little mouth,” Jing Yin was even more delighted, took off a transparent bracelet from her wrist and put it on Jiang Ning’s hand. “I don’t have anything good as a nun, but this is for you to play with.”

Jiang Ning picked it up and looked at it.

“This is not a good thing?” Lin Zizi teased, “When I wanted one from you back then, you couldn’t bear to part with it. Now you’re giving away a whole string to this girl. Aren’t you afraid she’ll ruin it?”

“No, this thing is all about fate.”

“Alright, then let me thank you for her. We’ve troubled you enough, it’s time for us to go.”

“Zizi, remember to visit me often.”

Jing Yin saw them off, reluctant to part.

Lin Zizi smiled, “Now that I’m better, I’ll naturally come here often to give my thanks.”

Jiang Ning said, “If Aunt Jing misses my mother, she can send someone to our mansion with a message and I’ll send someone to pick her up.”

Jing Yin smiled, “See, this child is so likable.”

Lin Zizi said, “Yes, otherwise, your bracelet would have been given away in vain. We’ll leave now, you can get back to your work.”

The mother and her two children each got on their carriage or horse.

As Jiang Yi watched his mother and sister board the carriage, he noticed a new servant girl beside his mother and, surprised, asked her, “I haven’t seen you before, are you new?”