Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Watching Jiang Qingqing's charming figure leaving the yard, Yan Ci looked at the open medicine box on the table and the bamboo stick put into his hand. He left without even applying the medicine to him.

Yan Ci pursed his lips quietly, and applied medicine on himself in front of the mirror with a smile.

The face in the mirror looked very childish. She was already of marriageable age, but still looked like a young girl. Her skin was so white and delicate that it seemed as if it might be blown away. The red fingerprints on half of her face looked even more out of place.

Despite his innocent age, he has a pair of eyes that are as calm as a well, and are unusually quiet.

I don’t know what kind of temper Yan Ci had in the past, but he behaved so well today that no one else found it strange. It seems he should wear the disguise of being a good boy more often.

Looking closely at the face, it is only 50% similar to Jiang Qingqing. The remaining 50% probably looks like Yan Tonglin. However, Yan Tonglin and Yan Tongxing are brothers, so who can tell who looks like Yan Tonglin or Yan Tongxing?

With this face, not only did Yan Tonglin, who had never raised him, feel uncomfortable, but even Jiang Qingqing felt somewhat resentful when looking at Yan Ci.

Jiang Qingqing, who is now Yan Tonglin's legal wife, is deeply loved by Yan Tonglin, as they have been separated for fifteen years and are now newlyweds, it is a time of deep love.

There was only Yan Ci, but he reminded her all the time that she was once someone else's wife, and her identity as a daughter was even more unspeakable.

So in the past two months, she deliberately avoided Yan Ci, knowing that her life in the mansion was not easy, but she did not dare to gamble on Yan Tonglin's feelings for her. After fifteen years, how much of his feelings were left?

The gate was slammed shut from the inside, and a little maidservant in blue came into the room with her hands in her pockets.

Seeing Yan Ci applying medicine on himself, he walked over and took the bamboo stick from Yan Ci's hand.

"Miss Thirteen, let me apply the medicine on you."

Yan Ci turned his wrist to avoid the maid's hand, and put the used bamboo sticks back into the medicine box, "It's ready, you can clean it up."

The little maid looked at Yan Ci's face, screwed the lid on the ointment on the table, put it into the medicine box, and then put the medicine box away.

She was very surprised. Why didn't the Thirteenth Girl cry today?

Is it because the master and mistress came to support him?

But I shouldn't have cried even more miserably, so as to gain more sympathy.

The little maidservant was puzzled but did not dare to ask. At the very least, she was still a master. Moreover, the mistress had just reminded her to keep an eye on the Thirteenth Miss and not to leave the yard again.

Yan Ci looked at the maid who was nimble and skillful. From his memory, her name should be Chunzhi, and she was a maid in the Yan family.

"Chunzhi, do you know the General's Mansion?"

Chunzhi, who had just turned around after putting away the medicine box, was stunned, her eyes wide open with surprise, "I know."

Yan Ci nodded in satisfaction, "Tell me what you know about the General's Mansion."

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was beaten. She hadn't figured out what year and month it was, and what the general's mansion was like after her death. Would her father and brother go to the emperor's court because of her death?

She could infer the time and date based on what Chunzhi knew about the General's Mansion, so she would know what plans she should make for the future.

Chunzhi scratched her hands and swallowed nervously. Could it be that the Thirteenth Lady knew that she had sneaked out to watch the funeral of Princess Xiang today and that was why she didn't follow her? That was why she couldn't take the blame when she was beaten.

Seeing Chunzhi hesitated for a long time without saying anything, Yan Ci tapped the table with his delicate fingers, once, twice, three times.

This was a habit she had developed in the past, which allowed her to have enough patience to wait.

But when Chunzhi heard the three knocks, she became even more frightened.

She knelt on the ground with a clang, "Miss, spare me. I didn't mean to leave you to watch the funeral of Princess Xiang. I caused you to be beaten. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."

Yan Ci stopped and the funeral of Princess Xiang was held.

The emperor's funeral is held on the seventh day and buried in July, while the princes' funeral is held on the fifth day and buried in May. As the second son of His Majesty, Prince Xiang's wife was naturally buried with the rites of princes. So today is the fifth day after her death.

That was the tenth day of the eleventh month of the twenty-first year of Tianqing.

Yan Ci raised his hand and said, "Stand up and talk. I won't blame you. Tell me what you saw and heard during the funeral."

Chunzhi stood up tremblingly, and seeing that Yan Ci showed no signs of having an attack, she calmed herself down and began to tell the story.

"The funeral procession of Princess Xiang was a grand one. The people who carried the coffin were all from the General's Mansion. They all wore black armor and looked very majestic. Even General Hua was at the front, holding Princess Xiang's tablet. He looked very sad."

"They are all from the General's Mansion. There are no people from Prince Xiang's Mansion? Where is Prince Xiang?"

"No one from Prince Xiang's Palace. I heard that Princess Xiang died on her wedding day. Prince Xiang said that the ceremony had not been completed yet, so she was not considered a member of his Palace, so his Palace would not take care of her affairs after her death. I heard that the matter was brought to the Emperor's presence, and His Majesty persuaded her to save Princess Xiang's reputation, so the people from the General's Palace took over the funeral."

Yan Ci thought back to the fire on her wedding day, filled with smoke and flames. She was clearly choking and unable to breathe, but she still managed to walk to the door with all her might, and saw Prince Xiang, Shen Zhaoyan, with a smug look on his face.

He was the one who set the fire. He stood at the door to prevent her from running away. He even thought of a way out. He was shameless and an adulterer was despised by everyone. He wanted to prevent her from even entering the Shen family ancestral hall.

why?

She never knew until her death, the only thing she knew was that he didn't love her.

"Prepare a carriage for me, I want to go out." Yan Ci stood up. She wanted to go see her father and brother. Although they were strangers now, she still missed them in her heart.

Chunzhi looked at the sky and saw that it was almost evening. "Where are you going, young lady? It's getting late. Why don't you go tomorrow?"

"Prepare the car." Yan Ci stood up and walked out. No one could interfere with her decision.

When Chunzhi saw Yan Ci's determination, she had no choice but to go out and prepare the car.

Yan Ci got on the carriage and instructed the driver, "Go to East Street."

Chunzhi also wanted to get on the carriage and follow, but was sent back by Yan Ci. Watching the carriage going farther and farther away, Chunzhi hurried back to report to his wife Jiang Qingqing.

If anything happens again, don't let her bear it alone.

East Street is a prosperous place with many wealthy families. The General's Mansion is located on East Second Street. There is a huge osmanthus tree planted at the entrance.

Every year the sweet osmanthus flowers bloomed luxuriantly. She followed her brother to pick a lot of sweet osmanthus flowers and brought them back to have the nanny make cakes for them.

Because it was the Yan Mansion's carriage, Yan Ci didn't dare to get too close. She told the coachman to wait, got off the carriage, and walked slowly towards the gate of the general's mansion alone.

The general's mansion, which should have been decorated with red silk, was now draped in white, with the gates closed. Even the osmanthus tree had ended its flowering period early, leaving the place desolate and cold.

The sound of horse hooves came from afar and got closer. Two figures, one in front and one behind, stopped at the gate of the general's mansion. They were dressed in black armor and had white silk on their arms. The distinct colors made Yan Ci's eyes hurt.

Tears started to flow unconsciously, and I pursed my lips to want to scream, but I could only swallow them back into my stomach.

She is not Hua Cijing anymore.

So, that wasn't her father and brother either.