She Became A Downfall Noble Lady

Yet Wong Qiao kept Jiang Yifan’s admonition in mind. He had to make his mother believe that Zhou Biyao was merely the Prefectural Magistrate’s legitimate daughter, not the woman he was deeply in love with. He desired to marry Biyao not because of his love, but because she was the daughter of the Prefectural Magistrate.

Lord Jiang said that only in this way, after Biyao joined the family, would his mother hold a sense of awe towards the Prefectural Magistrate and dare not mistreat Biyao excessively.

Ye Xinyan, on the other hand, was rather satisfied with Wong Qiao’s demeanor. It seemed that Wong Qiao was sincere, aware of the need to restrain his emotions in front of his mother—a promising sign.

If Wong Qiao blindly trusted his mother, treated filial piety as his life’s sole purpose, and laid bare all his thoughts to her, that would truly be problematic.

Lady Zhao caught a glimpse of Ye Xinyan and Zhou Biyao coming out from the corner of her eye and kept watching her son’s expression. Seeing that her son merely glanced over casually without paying too much attention, she felt somewhat relieved.

Qi Jiaer had been waiting for Wong Qiao. What child would pay attention to a family reunion? As soon as Wong Qiao stood up from the ground, Qi Jiaer darted out from behind Ye Xinyan and ran up to Wong Qiao, chuckling, "Third Uncle Wong, you’re back. I didn’t lie to you, right? The capital city is fun, isn’t it?"

By now, Wong Qiao had already stood up, supporting Lady Zhao with one arm and patting Qi Jiaer’s head with the other. He smiled and said, "Our Brother Jia is such a good child, of course, he wouldn’t lie. The capital is indeed wonderful, with all the tall buildings and exquisite architecture. My visit to the capital truly opened my eyes."

"And there’s delicious food, not to mention the temple fairs, acrobatics, and fun activities," Qi Jiaer added, holding Wong Qiao’s hand.