Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Even so, Hua Cishu's fate of exile could not be changed.

However, the place of exile was in southern Fujian, thousands of miles away from the Eastern Capital. The emperor was far away and the journey would surely be full of hardships.

Yan Ci was not worried that his brother could not endure the hardship. His brother had practiced martial arts since he was young and had served in the army for many years. He had a strong character and ordinary hardships were nothing to him.

What she was worried about was not just the hardships of the journey, but she was even unsure whether her brother could reach southern Fujian safely.

On the way into the palace, Yan Ci heard Xiao Yizhen say that Shen Zhaoyan used the wedding as bait, which immediately reminded him of his brother's attempt to assassinate Shen Zhaoyan at the wedding. This was most likely Shen Zhaoyan's plan.

She knew very well that her brother was not an impulsive person. To make him rush to the wedding and kill Shen Zhaoyan so recklessly, he must have learned something extraordinary before the wedding.

If all this was really planned by Shen Zhaoyan, then the result he wanted would not be as simple as just exiling his brother.

What he wanted was probably his brother's life.

Thinking of this, Yan Ci felt a chill in his heart.

Because she was born in the Hua family, Shen Zhaoyan ruthlessly burned her to death on the day of his wedding. Now he wants to attack her brother and the entire Hua family.

She would not let him succeed.

But these were just her guesses. If she wanted to confirm her guesses, she had to meet her brother.

Thinking of this, Yan Ci quickened her pace to leave the palace. She wanted to find Xie Chengyin and ask him to find a way to take her to see her brother before he was exiled.

At this time, Xie Chengyin was in Song Yaji's room studying the letters that Yan Ci found from Prince Xiang's Mansion.

Xie Chengyin looked through the pile of letters and inferred from the contents of the letters that the correspondence had started several years ago.

He held the letter he had just opened and looked at the dark yellow paper with many words densely written on it. Although the content was verbose, it was still quite detailed and what was written was clear at a glance.

Unlike later ones, as time went by, the content became more and more concise, with just a few words constituting a letter, and the information hidden behind them was even more difficult to guess.

If he had not experienced many things in his previous life, he would probably not have been able to imagine the contents of this letter.

When Yan Ci arrived at Songyaji, the whole place was rather deserted. There were no customers. Only the shopkeeper Ren was sitting in front of the counter fiddling with an abacus.

When Manager Ren saw Yan Ci coming in, he knew that she was here to see the second boss, and he didn't stop fiddling with the abacus.

Yan Ci walked to the counter in two or three steps, half leaned on the counter with his hands, and asked familiarly: "What's going on? Why is there no customer today?"

Shopkeeper Ren leaned over and said in a low voice, "The boss came today and said he would temporarily close the business. A few customers came, but they were scared away by that guy's cold face."

That one?

Yan Ci was puzzled, and then he saw Shopkeeper Ren raised his head and pointed upstairs, making a gesture to keep quiet.

Yan Ci followed his gaze and looked upstairs, and saw on the top floor, Qi Cun was guarding Xie Chengyin's door with a sword in his arms, with a cold face and an attitude that said, "Keep away from strangers."

It's really scary.

Suddenly I remembered that day outside the study of Prince Xiang's mansion, when Qi Cun swiftly killed and dragged away the guards of the prince's mansion. I had a more personal understanding of Qi Cun's indifference.

I just don't know where he took the body later.

Seeing Manager Ren lowering his head and continuing to work on the things at hand, Yan Ci turned around and walked upstairs.

The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs was particularly clear in the deserted Songyaji. Qicun, with a sullen face, couldn't help but turn his head and followed Yan Ci's footsteps as he went up the stairs step by step.

Qicun's figure looks similar to Xie Chengyin, and he always likes to dress like Xie Chengyin. He will never wear green if Xie Chengyin wears red.

Seeing that Qicun was wearing a black suit, Yan Ci guessed that Xie Chengyin was also wearing black today, with at most two more patterns on his black clothes than Qicun's.

Qicun had received Xie Chengyin's instructions in advance, so when he saw Yan Ci reaching the door, he took the initiative to make way for him without saying a word, and even considerately opened the door for Yan Ci.

Yan Ci looked at Qi Cun with satisfaction and said approvingly, "You are sensible."

The handsome face of seven inches was slightly cracked.

He was praised for being sensible by a girl younger than him?

Before he could refute, Yan Ci had already entered the house.

Xie Chengyin had already heard the door open. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he looked up from the letter in his hand and saw Yan Ci standing not far away and looking at him.

Yan Ci's eyes were clearly black and white, and his bright pupils stared at Xie Chengyin without blinking.

As expected, she guessed right. Xie Chengyin was wearing all black. However, dressed in black and looking serious, he looked a bit cold and handsome.

They are worthy of being master and servant, they match each other's clothes.

Is this the tacit understanding between veteran masters and servants?

Yan Ci thought that when she had time she would learn Xie Chengyin's method to cultivate Chunzhi.

Feeling Yan Ci's passionate gaze, Xie Chengyin put down the letter and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Ci retracted his gaze, slowly walked to the chair next to him and sat down, then said: "It's okay, I just think you look a little good today."

Qi Cunxin, who was guarding the door and was about to close it, was startled. What happened to Miss Yan today? Why did she speak like she was teasing him?

Can his master bear it?

I didn't dare to listen anymore, so I quickly closed the door and ran away.

Xie Chengyin's face in the room suddenly became hot. He clasped his hands together on the table in a bit of a loss, and squeezed them hard, trying to control his inner throbbing.

"What news is there in the palace today?"

Yan Ci leaned back in his chair casually, "There are so many messages, which one do you want to hear?"

"Start with what you think is most important."

Yan Ci first chuckled and said, "Today I know the cause of my death."

Xie Chengyin's eyes suddenly turned cold, but he did not interrupt, just listened to Yan Ci continue.

"It was Shen Zhaoyan who set the fire."

She paused and continued, "I guessed it before, but I always wanted to excuse him in my heart. After all, we have no grudges against each other. Since he married me, why would he bother to kill me? But today I know that he killed me because my last name is Hua, and our Hua family is the prince's maternal family."

Having said that, Xie Chengyin has already understood that, in the final analysis, it is all about the struggle for the throne.

Yan Ci's tone was full of self-mockery, "How could he be so sure that I wouldn't help him? I am the Princess of Xiang and he is my husband. In terms of closeness, he should be ranked first. But he sentenced me to death without even asking."

Xie Chengyin's throat tightened when he heard this. He couldn't help but ask, "If he didn't kill you, would you help him seize the throne?"

Yan Ci's eyes were clear, "No."

"The throne is not something that can be seized. I can help him fight for it, help him win the hearts of the people, and help him protect the world, but I will not get involved in the struggle for imperial power for him."

"So, he killed me, and I should thank him."

Yan Ci's eyes suddenly became fierce, "But he still wants to attack my family, which I cannot tolerate. So, Xie Chengyin, can you help me meet my brother?"

Xie Chengyin was slightly startled, "You want to see Hua Cishu?"