Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

He originally thought that Miss Thirteen would come to see him after being notified by the maid, but he waited and waited, and even his clothes were blown through by the wind, but he still didn't see Miss Thirteen.

Han Liang was a little exasperated, but when he thought of the blushing face of Miss Thirteen in his arms, he calmed down again.

What's the point of waiting a little longer? With such a pretty beauty, it's worth it!

Yan Ci sat in the room, took the tea that Chunzhi had made from the hot water warmed on the small stove, took a small sip, and suddenly felt warm all over.

She had long forgotten about Han Liang and others in the pavilion, but Chunzhi remembered it, but she was not sure whether Mr. Han had left.

But when he thought about it carefully, it was so cold outside, maybe Master Han had left long ago, so he felt relieved and focused on serving tea to Yan Ci.

There was a thud outside, as if something had fallen heavily to the ground.

Yan Ci's hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people, so Chunzhi did not hear this sound, but when she heard it, it made her heart skip a beat.

It was very similar to the sound I heard on the day of the fire.

It can’t be another corpse!

Yan Ci put down the tea bowl and immediately stood up and walked outside.

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, Yan Ci saw a pavilion, and then a man in green clothes climbed up the steps tremblingly, cursing non-stop and kicking the ground a few times angrily.

Chunzhi, who ran out right after Yan Ci, also saw that this Young Master Han had not left yet.

She looked at her young lady and whispered, "Master Han has been waiting for you for so long, why don't you go and meet him."

Yan Ci didn't say anything, but he had a definition of his impression of Han Liang: a lazy person.

At this moment, Han Liang also turned his head. His face was pale due to the cold wind, but his eyes lit up when he saw Yan Ci standing not far away.

Changing his grimace from the fall just now, he straightened his back, struck a pose that he thought was extremely handsome, and walked towards Yan Ci.

"Miss Thirteen."

There was indescribable tenderness in his voice, and the gentle tone was like honey in a jar, sticky and greasy, giving Yan Ci goose bumps instantly.

Yan Ci didn't show his disdain in his eyes, he just stood there coldly, which made Han Liang feel a kind of rejection.

That's not right. She was throwing herself into my arms the last time we met. Could it be that Miss Thirteen is angry because he hasn't taken the next step for the past two months?

This is easy. He is the best at coaxing girls.

"Miss Thirteen, I've been waiting for you in this cold weather for a long time. You're finally here. I really missed you so much."

Acting pitiful and showing your feelings, girls are most attracted by this.

Chunzhi had been standing behind Yan Ci. When she heard Han Liang say this, she immediately wondered if she should move away and leave some space for her master.

But he heard Yan Ci speak calmly, "Sir, please respect yourself."

After these words were spoken, Han Liang's eager heart felt a little cold, and he was angry, and he was quite angry.

When he spoke again, his tone was even more tender and affectionate: "Miss Thirteen, please don't be angry that I haven't come to see you these days. My family stopped me from going out. Although I couldn't be in front of you, I always thought of you in my heart."

Seeing his earnest words and that pale and miserable face, Chunzhi quickly covered her face, trying to laugh, and walked two steps to the side.

The last time I saw Mr. Han, I thought he was a nice guy, but when I saw him today, he seemed a bit greasy no matter how I looked at him.

Could it be that she ate too much?

Yan Ci frowned slightly. How could this guy not understand what she said? He didn’t even understand her obvious rejection? He could only change the subject.

"Mr. Han, right? You are here today to discuss your sister's marriage with your family, right?"

Han Liang hesitated and nodded, "Yes, but the person in my heart is you. Although I have discussed the marriage with your sister first, I can marry both of you and will never treat you unfairly."

Yan Ci's eyes widened visibly, he turned to the side and caught a glimpse of the person walking towards the pavilion, then looked at Han Liang.

The slightly surprised look in Han Liang's eyes made Han Liang feel that this matter would be accomplished.

Then I heard Yan Ci slowly say: "Oh? You want to marry both of us sisters, then who will come first and who will come second, who will be the wife and who will be the concubine?"

Yan Ciying's pink lips opened and closed in front of Han Liang's eyes. Han Liang was no longer able to think, and said bluntly without any ambiguity: "Of course you are the wife and she is the concubine!"

As soon as Han Liang finished speaking, a sharp roar came from a distance: "Han Liang!"

Yan Ru came over from the other side of the pavilion with an angry look on her face. She had heard everything Han Liang had just said. He was dreaming about making her a concubine and marrying Yan Shisan!

Seeing that his good thing was interrupted, Han Liang lost his good expression, put away the gentleness he showed towards Yan Ci, and turned away with a sullen face.

"What are you doing here!"

Yan Ru snorted coldly, "What am I doing here? This is my backyard, what are you doing here? You are secretly flirting with me! Not only did you throw yourself into my arms in broad daylight, but you are also sneaking around here."

He was talking about Han Liang first, then turned to Yan Ci, and without even taking a breath, he scolded both of them.

Yan Ci raised his eyelids and glared at the two of them, "I'm afraid Sister Nine has misunderstood. This Mr. Han is your fiancé, so please take good care of him and don't run up to others and talk nonsense for no reason."

Yan Ru looked at Yan Ci in silence, then turned back and rolled her eyes at Han Liang. She would not let them succeed.

Yan Ci walked away leisurely, and Chunzhi quickly followed him. She said that the Thirteenth Miss's words were really powerful.

Just a few words made Miss Nine's face turn purple with anger.

Doesn't Miss Thirteen have some interest in Young Master Han? But the situation today makes her look a little disdainful.

Chunzhi quietly raised her eyes to look at Yan Ci's expression. His demeanor and look were completely different from before.

But it was obvious that the Thirteenth Girl in front of him was the Thirteenth Girl.

Could it be that Miss Thirteen has taken a fancy to someone better than Young Master Han, so she despises Young Master Han?

Chunzhi went over in her mind the men who had contact with Thirteenth Girl, and a handsome and elegant figure flashed by.

After Yan Ci returned to the room, he sent Chunzhi out and began to analyze her current situation.

Han Liang's obsession was not accidental. It came from Yan Ci's previous embrace of him. But that was before. It was estimated that Yan Ci at that time might not have really had any feelings for him. He just wanted to use him to attack Yan Ru.

But now Yan Ci doesn't want to be trapped in the backyard of the Yan Mansion, playing tricks with the children of the Yan family all day long.

She had more important things to do, her innocent death, and the reputation of Princess Xiang and the General's Mansion.

But how could she, an unappreciated stepdaughter, have the ability to get in touch with matters related to Prince Xiang's Mansion?

No, she had a chance.

Her biggest bargaining chip is her mother, Jiang Qingqing.

A beautiful woman of ordinary background who married the eldest son of the Yan family. Fifteen years later, she was still able to rely on her status as a widow and marry her younger uncle as his legal wife. This is something that ordinary people cannot do.

The Yan family is a family of officials, and Yan Tonglin is the Minister of Revenue, one of the six ministries. Why is he so fearless of impeachment by censors and public gossip, and determined to marry Jiang Qingqing?

What did Jiang Qingqing have that was worthy of him doing this?

Yan Ci couldn't guess, just like he couldn't guess her death on her wedding day.