Chapter 88 Xiu Ran's Identity

Listening to Murong Jingxuan's words, Qingyan shook her head, "Jingxuan, can you recognize Xiu Ran's handwriting?" Qingyan thought back to container she took from the secret chamber last night. When she looked to him, she had a serious look.

Murong Jingxuan looked to her and nodded his head, "Naturally I can recognize it."

"Alright, I'll let you have a look at the thing I obtained last night." As she said this, Qingyan brought out a sealed case from her cupboard. Qingyan opened the case, and inside were all encrypted letters.

"Where did you get these?" Murong Jingxuan saw the handwriting and couldn't help to clench his fist.

"That, I'll tell you in a moment. Didn't you say just now you could recognize Xiu Ran's handwriting?" Qingyan took out an envelope and after opening it, placed it before him, "So is this Xiu Ran's handwriting?"

Seeing that determined look of hers, he could only nod, "That's right, this is precisely Xiu Ran's handwriting."

Qingyan looked to him and smiled, "As I'd expected, Xiu Ran really is someone from the Ning family."

Murong Jingxuan still had a confused look; just how did Qingyan find out Xiu Ran was someone from the Ning family, "Yan'er, is this the reason why you don't trust Xiu Ran?"

Qingyan shook her head, "Let me take you to a place." With that said, she lit a candle, went behind the bookcase, and pushed a button. Afterwards, she brought Murong Jingxuan into the secret chamber.

Murong Jingxuan never thought that Qingyan would also have a secret chamber like this in her room. Just when he wanted to say something, Qingyan covered his mouth and whispered into his ear, "Follow me, don't say anything, and conceal your breathing."

Murong Jingxuan held onto her hand and nodded at her. By the time they arrived at the stone statue, that voice could already be heard. "You say the Su fourth miss knows our Ning family secret?"

When Murong Jingxuan heard this voice, his eyes instinctively widened, because this was precisely Xiu Ran's voice. However, the only good thing about Xiu Ran was that he didn't know martial arts, so he won't be able to detect their presence in the distance.

"Impossible,

ngxuan's words, Qingyan helplessly laughed, "Didn't you say you'll clean up my mess, don't tell me you're regretting."

Murong Jingxuan reluctantly laughed when he heard this, "Of course not, I wouldn't dare go against my bride's intentions."

Qingyan found that he was getting all the more crafty and rolled her eyes at him, "Frivolous with a smooth mouth, not the least bit proper."

Murong Jingxuan replied with a smile, "My bride is right, I won't dare to again."

At times, Murong Jingxuan really enjoyed these warm moments with Qingyan. The two of them didn't have to think about other things, and he could also see that pouting look of hers. Sometimes, he really couldn't help but to tease her.

The young girl before him, perhaps, could become his wife in the near future. And his main task was to cherish her in his heart like a treasure.

"Murong Jingxuan, say, if Jingshu were to see you like this, would she wonder how she gave birth to a son like you?"

Upon hearing that name, Murong Jingxuan's expression darkened. He held on to Qingyan, absorbing the warmth from her body, "Yan'er, did you know, from the moment I was born, I was separated from my mother. My impression of my mother isn't deep. In order to not forget her, we would always exchange letters."

Qingyan hugged him back and could feel the slight tremble in his body, "Jingxuan, Jingshu would definitely feel proud to have a son like you, you are her pride."