Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Jin Cheng originally planned to leave after handing the jade pendant to Yun Qiang. Although he was the princess's personal bodyguard, he was a man after all, and it was not appropriate for him to enter or leave the princess's bedroom in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, the princess called him in.

He followed Yun Qiang into the Luxia Palace and saw Shen Furong in a thin nightgown sitting on the chaise longue in the outer hall, frowning and wondering what she was thinking.

Jin Cheng lowered his eyebrows and nodded, and bowed respectfully to Shen Furong without looking away, "Your subordinate greets the princess."

Shen Furong raised her eyes to look at Jin Cheng and said, "You are here. I have something to ask you."

"Princess, please speak."

Shen Furong asked: "Do you think a woman can subdue two people at the same time by herself?"

Jin Cheng lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Normally, it's impossible, but there are a few women who are strong and can gain the upper hand through brute force. In this case, both sides will be in great trouble."

"What about the abnormal ones?"

"What's abnormal is that one of them has martial arts skills, or has undergone systematic training, and knows some close combat techniques. In this way, when she faces the other two alone, she is completely suppressive."

Shen Furong nodded. After Jin Cheng's explanation, a light bulb seemed to flash through her mind, as if she had caught some important clue, but it disappeared in an instant, leaving only an indescribable weirdness in her heart.

She recalled the scene she saw in the carriage of the Duke's Mansion. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zhao Yunlan and his maid were outnumbered two to one, but they still didn't get any advantage from Yan Ci.

According to Jin Cheng, under the combined attack of Zhao Yunlan and his maid, it was very unlikely that Yan Ci would be able to remain safe and sound.

Yan Ci was petite, a head shorter than Zhao Yunlan, and they were in the carriage of the Duke's Mansion. Zhao Yunlan would definitely not attack Yan Ci without any preparation.

Plus, Zhao Yunlan had his maids to help him, so he shouldn't have ended up like this.

But the reality is just the opposite.

But she saw with her own eyes that Yan Ci, who had jumped out of the carriage, did not have any signs of fighting on his body, and both his hair and clothes were unexpectedly neat.

On the other hand, Zhao Yunlan not only had his hands and feet tied and his mouth gagged, but his hair was also crooked and he looked dirty.

Moreover, there was surprise and fear in her eyes when she looked at Yan Ci.

Could it be that Yan Ci knows martial arts?

Shen Furong was stunned for a moment by this sudden idea, and when she came to her senses, she felt it was too absurd.

In this world, there are very few women who practice martial arts, especially those from aristocratic families. Most of them set the example of being gentle, respectful, well-educated and well-mannered. No one would take the initiative to train their daughter to be a warrior.

What's more, the mansion of a civil servant like the Minister of Revenue would never raise a daughter of a warrior.

If Yan Ci didn't know martial arts, then how did she win?

Jin Cheng looked at the changing expressions on Shen Furong's face and asked, "Princess, are you thinking about what happened today?"

Shen Furong nodded, "Yes, today's events make me feel strange. Yan Ci... there are many things that I can't understand."

Jin Cheng said: "I have observed that Miss Yan is very agile and her steps are much lighter than those of ordinary women. I think she must have used some tricks today to catch Miss Zhao off guard, so that she could escape successfully."

Jincheng's statement coincides with Shen Furong's guess, and this is the only more reasonable explanation.

Shen Furong's chaotic thoughts finally calmed down, and she said, "Okay, I understand, you can go down and rest."

Jincheng bowed and took his leave.

After returning to the inner hall, Shen Furong lay back on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Perhaps she had been thinking too much during the day, and she had a dream not long after falling asleep.

She dreamed of a heroic man riding towards her on horseback. He was wearing white armor that was like ice and snow in winter, holy and sharp. She seemed to be able to feel the cold breath coming from the armor, making her shiver uncontrollably.

When the man and the horse galloped up to her, she suddenly discovered that under the white armor, the handsome and resolute face revealed the delicate beauty of a woman.

It’s actually a female general!

The female general took out a long spear with a red tassel from somewhere, but she raised her hand and stabbed it at her. The sharp tip of the spear shone with a cold light and went straight into her eyes.

"Aci!"

Shen Furong screamed and woke up suddenly. Yun Qiang, who was sleeping in the outer room on night duty, walked in quickly.

What I saw was Shen Furong’s frightened face and beads of sweat on her forehead.

She walked to the bed, half-knelt on the footstool, and said softly, "Princess, you are having a nightmare."

Shen Furong was still in shock, her chest heaving violently, her hands tightly clutching the quilt, her eyes dull, and she had not yet fully awakened from the nightmare.

Yun Qiang hadn't seen Shen Furong in such a state for a long time. She called Shen Furong again: "Princess?"

Shen Furong rolled her eyes twice, "What did I just shout?"

"You called out Ah Ci, Princess. Did you dream about Miss Yan? Are you worried about what happened today?"

She was also present when we went to rescue Miss Yan today, so it was easy for her to associate it with that place.

Shen Furong shook her head and said nothing. After a few breaths, she said, "Go get some water. I want to take a bath."

The sky outside was still dark, but it was only the beginning of the morning hour. The palace was completely silent, with only patrolling soldiers walking on the palace roads.

At this time, the lights in Luxia Palace were turned on, and palace maids came in and out carrying bath tubs and hot water, which seemed particularly abrupt in the dark night.

Shen Furong got up from the bed, her pajamas soaked with cold sweat stuck tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure.

The hot water was ready, and the palace maids stood on both sides, preparing to help Shen Furong change her clothes. However, Shen Furong walked past the maids and sat directly in the bathtub in her pajamas.

The palace maids were a little surprised, but dared not say anything. They left the bedroom one after another at Yun Qiang's command.

"You go out too."

Yun Qiang saw that Shen Furong was in a bad mood and did not dare to walk too far. She just went out and stood by the door, waiting, always alert to any movement in the room.

Shen Furong didn't feel relaxed at all while soaking in the hot water. She recalled the nightmare just now and her heart couldn't stop trembling.

Only she herself knew that the "Ah Ci" she called was not Yan Ci.

Maybe Yan Ci's behavior during the day really brought back old memories for her. She hadn't had a nightmare for a long time, but now she had such an outrageous dream.

The person in the dream was neither male nor female. She felt that he was similar to an old friend, but the face was completely unfamiliar.

Shen Furong scooped up the water from the bathtub and splashed it on her face, gradually awakening her from her shattered memories.

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Qiang, who was waiting outside, could no longer hear any noise from inside. She put her ear to the door and listened carefully, only to hear a steady breathing sound.

She pushed the door open and saw that Shen Furong had fallen asleep on the edge of the bathtub at some point.

After asking the palace maid to change Shen Furong's clothes and send her back to bed, she quietly left the inner hall.

At this time, the sky was already dimly lit, and a new day had arrived.