Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

The Han family father and son got what they wanted and breathed a sigh of relief on the way back home.

In order to restore their reputation, they need this marriage with the Yan family.

Now in Dongdu, with the Han family’s current reputation, no daughter from a good family would be willing to marry Han Liang.

But for the sake of the Han family's reputation, Han Qi decided to shamelessly go to the Yan family and give it a try. After all, they had a friendship of marriage proposal before, and even if she was rejected, she would not lose face.

It is true that there is always a way out. The ninth girl of the Yan family is in love with his son Han Liang.

Han Qi glanced at Han Liang. All his time spent wandering around with girls over the years was not wasted. At least he had charmed a few girls.

Han Liang's heart skipped a beat when he received his father's gaze, but when he thought that he had been obedient and said nothing today, he slowly felt relieved.

Thinking of Yan Ru who suddenly came out and said she loved him, Han Liang's heart jumped up again. He said that his charm was irresistible and those who spread rumors about him were just jealous of him.

However, the ninth girl of the Yan family is more discerning than the thirteenth girl, and can see through his irresistible personal charm behind the rumors.

He decided that after marrying her, he would take good care of her.

Although he thought so in his heart, he had not decided to give up his many beautiful girls.

Here, Yan Ci had already learned from Chunzhi that the place where the beautiful buttocks picture was first spread was called Songyaji.

Yan Ci was even more familiar with this name. On the day she woke up after rebirth, wasn't Xie Chengyin and Yan Cheng going to Songyaji together?

"Let's go and take a look at Songyaji."

Songyaji is a place where scholars gather. Different from the bustling Guanshui Pavilion, Songyaji has a rustic feel from the entrance to the decoration inside the hall.

In the spacious hall, there were neatly arranged tables and chairs, and scholars sat together in groups of three or four, chatting and drinking tea.

Yan Ci took Chunzhi to find a seat by the side and sat down. Looking at the guests at the next table, he kept complaining to his companions about his frustration.

When he got to the most passionate part, he slammed the table, stood up, and started swearing, with an expression full of anger.

Yan Ci had always believed that scholars were gentle and refined, but what he saw today was that when these scholars took off their polite outer garments, they were no different from ordinary people.

At most, the insults are insulted in a more subtle and nice way.

"The waiter."

A young man in a grey short shirt and grey knickers trotted over and asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Do you still have the hot butt pictures that are circulating in the market recently?"

The waiter paused and said, "This is sold out, but you can go to the calligraphy and painting shop outside to buy it, young lady."

Yan Ci shook his head, "No, the beautiful buttocks pictures I want are the ones sold in your store, not the ones reprinted from outside."

Yan Ci saw that many people had pictures of beautiful buttocks in their hands, but upon closer inspection, they were different. Only the first one that appeared was the one Yan Ci wanted to find, which was the one that came out from Songya Collection.

The waiter smiled and said, "We have other paintings in Songyaji. You may want to take a look at some of them, young lady."

"Okay, take me to see it."

The waiter smiled and respectfully led Yan Ci to the private room on the second floor.

In addition to the public hall on the first floor, Songyaji also has four floors of private rooms. These four floors are named after wind, flower, snow and moon, and the rooms are arranged in order according to the ten heavenly stems.

Yan Ci was led by the waiter to Room C. The waiter opened the door and stood at the doorway and said, "Miss, please wait in the room. Someone will bring the painting to you later."

Yan Ci nodded slightly, and the waiter bowed and slowly left.

Although it was the lowest level private room, it was spacious enough. On the clean small table were a pot of tea, four teacups and a small plate of snacks.

Yan Ci called Chunzhi to sit down at the table and wait, and soon there was a knock on the door.

Chunzhi opened the door and a long line of people dressed like the waiter came in, each holding a painting.

Unlike the simplicity of the beautiful buttocks pictures, these paintings are all framed and each one is a famous painting.

But Yan Ci only took a glance and then lowered his eyes because it wasn't what she wanted.

She didn't come to buy the painting, but to find the author of the beautiful buttocks picture through the painting.

Yan Ci started thinking about this matter when he saw the picture of beautiful buttocks, and what was the purpose of the person who painted such a picture.

If it was for fame, he just passed the painting on without leaving any information about the author, so it is unlikely that he would seek fame.

But if it was for money, then selling a painting for only two cents, and even reprinting it for five cents, doesn't seem like seeking profit.

Excluding fame and fortune, there is only one reason why the painter painted such a picture at such a time.

That means there is a grudge against the Han family.

By taking advantage of the gimmick of Han Liang sleeping with a man at night, he confirmed his bad reputation.

Yan Ci was naturally happy to see this happen. When she knew that such a person existed, her first thought was to meet this person. If possible, she also wanted to win him over and make him her ally.

After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Although the Han family is not their common enemy, they have cooperated together. With this as a basis, future cooperation will be easier to discuss.

However, Yan Ci did not find any information about the author as he wished. Those famous paintings were just famous paintings and had nothing in common with the picture of beautiful buttocks.

When I asked the people at Songyaji again, they were just vague and said they were just acting as an agent to sell the paintings and knew nothing else.

After leaving Songyaji disappointed, Yan Ci looked back at this five-story teahouse and painting house, and felt that it was not as simple as it seemed.

If you only sell tea and paintings, is it worth using a five-story building?

Ordinary places selling paintings and tea only have a small house or a shed at most, but Songyaji is far more than that. Even the decoration inside, although not luxurious, is extraordinary.

Yan Ci didn't figure out where the problem lay at first, but her natural keen intuition told her that there was a secret in Songya Ji.

Perhaps, she will know only when she meets the owner of Songyaji.

Yan Ci had just left Songyaji when Xie Chengyin came back slowly. When the waiters saw Xie Chengyin, they all bowed respectfully.

Ren Rushong, the shopkeeper of Songyaji, came out from the back hall and invited Xie Chengyin in.

"Young Marquis, a woman just came and asked to buy the beautiful buttocks painting you drew."

Xie Chengyin raised his eyebrows, "Do you know who it is?"

"Before he left, he left his name. He said his surname was Yan and he was the thirteenth child."

Xie Chengyin was stunned for a moment, but after a while he laughed softly and whispered, "Yan Shisan."

Ren Rushong didn't know why Xie Chengyin suddenly laughed so happily, but from the young marquis's performance, it could be seen that Miss Yan was a special one. Fortunately, he did not neglect her.

Ren Rushong led Xie Chengyin upstairs and stopped at the top floor. "The master is waiting for you inside. I will take you here."

Xie Chengyin waved his hand, watched Ren Rushong go downstairs, and walked towards Feng Zigui’s room.