Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 75 The Handpicked Wife
The golden hall got its name from its magnificence, with intricate and exquisite domes inside, and thick and gorgeous window curtains.The furniture here still retains the style of the last century, gradually being made by famous court craftsmen, showing its indescribable status symbol.

The old lady was sitting on a chaise longue by the window, with delicate paintings embroidered on soft satin.Ou Yanzhe bent his waist, apart from his grandmother, his eyes were on the shiny golden pattern on it.

Mrs. He Tan looked into his deep blue silent eyes, "You just came back from the Mata Palace, right?" He still wore a family crest on his collar, and he rushed over too quickly, so he didn't take it off.

He straightened up and sat down on a chair across from her.He crossed his legs, clasped his hands, and his movements were in a calm and self-reliant posture, with a little disdain.

Butler Joey took off the golden rose badge for him, and was about to take it back, when the old lady Hettan called out to him, "Bring it here for me to see."

She put on her glasses, raised her hand to the place where the sun shines, looked at it carefully, and reached out to touch it.It has a cold texture, but it is not a familiar pattern.

Mrs. Hettan suddenly laughed mockingly, "I didn't expect Langlark to develop like this, Yan, since I retreated to Shexiton, I thought it would never return to its golden age."

Ou Yanzhe raised his head, his deep blue eyes looked like a deep sea.

"None of my sons have met my expectations. But you have exceeded my expectations." Her words were extremely harsh, "Your stupid grandfather, father, and uncle are no match for you at all."

It was a long time ago that the Langlark family was comparable to the Shehiton family.But none of the Marquis of the previous generation, Ou Yanzhe's father and uncle was an ordinary person.

Mrs. He Tan has always been proud. She has stood at the top for too many years, her expectations and requirements are too high, and her methods are too iron-blooded, so that she is so strong that no one can match her.It also prevented her from being a queen like her sister Margaret.

"Yan, everyone says you look like me, and I see it is true." She threw the badge on the table, "I don't have much interest in things outside the county anymore, Yan, the family shouldn't be your It’s just an identity, but it’s not all about you. If you want to keep this honor, let go of those who don’t need it.”

"You know what to do better than I do, don't you?"

He nodded, "Yes." His voice was calm and calm, but his expression was silent but everything was under control.

"In addition, you are 21 years old, and you should pay attention to yourself. Your uncle's sons have children too. Although you are still young, you are far behind in terms of heirs."

"I know." He didn't care, just a perfunctory tone.Old Mrs. Hettan had such sharp eyes, she turned to the butler Joey, "Is he always like this?"

"Madam, the old Marquis also mentioned it last time."

"You are leisurely, you are not in a hurry, someone will always be in a hurry for you." She snorted, looking a little tired, and after she said something, her grandson's reaction was flat, so calm and silent.

"Have a rest for the night and go, the room is packed for you." She waved her hand, "Go." Ou Yanzhe went out as promised. The Lamper Palace is large and deserted. Although there are many servants, they have changed several batches , it is difficult to find a familiar face.

Joey followed him and saw his young master rubbing the center of his brows. His face was sharp and deep, but there was always a hint of a faint smile, but his eyes were unfathomable.

He showed some smiles, "Everyone wants to choose a perfect wife for me, but in this matter, I will not make any concessions. I will pick it myself."

After just a few years, the wife he chose for himself did not satisfy the family, especially his grandmother.

(End of this chapter)