Marriage of the Di Daughter |LK ADAPTATION|

15. Confrontation

The sun hung over the sky resembling a golden platter. There was no wind in the summertime, only the sound of cicadas could be heard.

A young servant girl wearing short, brown, plain clothes, with her hair combed and tied into two knots, and with an adorable appearance, used her arm to support another person to alight from the carriage.

The appearance of the girl alighting was about 14-15 years old, a young girl who was just blooming into maidenhood. Yet she was wearing a grey Buddhist attire that had lost its color from many washes. The attire was wide, making the petite girl's body appear even more frail, and her jet-black long hair was half bound by a wooden hairpin, while the remaining loose hair at the back of her head was draped carelessly over her shoulders, resembling a waterfall. Her lips were red, her teeth white, and her pair of eyes was just like a young deer eyes in the woods: kind, pure and warm, exceptionally beautiful.

A string of prayer beads was around her wrist and on her feet, she wore the simplest grey cloth shoes. Her hands were put together and her eyes hung low. Long eyelashes, snow-white skin, ink-black hair, for a split second, the people who saw her held their breaths.

She was like a reborn mayfly; beautiful, frail, yet looked docile, as if not knowing the sinister human world. Like the virgin reincarnation of the Goddess of Mercy; pure, simple, such as a white sheet of paper.

There was no wind blowing in the sixth month, yet, the instant the girl went down from the carriage, the people around felt cool and comfortable. Her features were not delicate and dazzling like Jiang You Yao, but naturally graceful. Perhaps growing at the temple deep in the mountain had given birth to her elegance, with no desire and no demands. She walked over step by step, clear like the evening breeze.

The young servant girl supported the girl to Jiang residence's doorway, then the girl stood before saluting humbly. Her voice was just like her appearance, soft and meek. She spoke: "Jiang Lisa is unfilial, seeing father and mother."

When she said this sentence, the surrounding commoners seemed to have just woken up, each and every one of them looked foolishly at her. Suddenly, someone shouted: "Jiang second miss is very similar to Lord Chief Assistant ah!"

Jiang Lisa's eyelashes trembled faintly and the corner of her mouth slightly pursed, her posture became even more docile.

Jiang Yuan Bai looked at this daughter of his with a complicated expression. Seven years without any meeting, Jiang Lisa had changed a lot. He could hardly recognize his former fierce and fiery daughter. He always thought Jiang Lisa's temper resembled Ye Zhen Zhen's, simple and rough when handling matters, not able to be flexible. Furthermore, still couldn't understand how to give in. Now, listening to the commoners' words, Jiang Yuan Bai suddenly discovered that the grown Jiang Lisa's appearance resembled him, even more so than Jiang You Yao.

Jiang You Yao inherited Ji Shuran's good looks, delicate and exquisite like porcelain. But Jiang Lisa had the image of a pear blossom tree that was raised deep in the mountain, noble and clean with an outstanding temperament. Really resembling their scholarly style.

Even if this scholarly appearance was just a pretense.

Perhaps it was due to the sudden appearance of this daughter he hadn't met for seven years which roused Jiang Yuan Bai's bloodline bond. Or perhaps it was due to Jiang Lisa's appearance that resembled himself, which made Jiang Yuan Bai feel some familiarity with her. In short, Jiang Yuan Bai's heart turned soft. He reached his hand out and supported Jiang Lisa's bent waist and warmly said: "It's good that you have returned. Go right in, your grandmother and them are still waiting for you inside."