Yunding Palace is just one hundred meters ahead, and it was obvious that Yin Chengde had inquired about her living here and came specifically to block her.
Shen Jianian hesitated for a few seconds, then pushed open the car door.
Yin Chengde eagerly watched this niece. She was raised delicately, her skin fair and rosy, and although her clothing style was simple, anyone with an eye for quality would know at a glance they were high-end. Not a trace of a fallen noble's embarrassment could be seen on her, looking more like a wealthy lady than those actual rich daughters.
Fu Jichen's affection for her was evident.
Back in Yicheng, he had heard how Fu Jichen, to win her heart, spent tens of millions at auctions on a cello and regularly sent top-tier jewelry and luxurious outfits to Rose Manor.
It was his previous shortsightedness, not knowing to treat this niece well, putting all his hopes on his own daughter, and in the end, gaining nothing.
