After my rebirth, I was the most favored person in Beijing

Chen didn't expect that she would be punished by the old lady. She was so angry that she just wanted to stay in her room and didn't want to go out.

Shameful, so shameful.

"What are you still doing here?" When Chen saw the person in front of her, she felt so angry that she couldn't vent it. She had known for a long time that Lin Xi's current identity was not ordinary, and she couldn't plot against her as she did in the past.

But he was even more worried in his heart that she would take away his rights. He just didn't expect that he would look down on her and dare to speak nonsense in front of the old lady.

Chen raised her hand and swept the tea set in front of the cotton swab table to the ground. Chen Chusheng, who had just come in, had never seen his mother lose her temper so much. He looked surprised and bowed to Chen:

"Son, meet your mother."

As he spoke, Chen Chusheng had already walked to his side and said to him, "Mother, why are you angry?"

Seeing her son, Chen felt so bitter that she couldn't say anything. There were some things she didn't dare tell her son for fear that he would worry. But now things had come to this point. If she didn't do something, she was afraid that who knows what would happen in the future.

"Chu Sheng, do you know what will happen after Lin Xi becomes your aunt?" she said worriedly.

Seeing his mother's sad face, Chen Chusheng calmly expressed her thoughts, saying, "It's just because of her status, and she married my uncle. If my uncle and she have a son or a daughter, the entire Chen Mansion will be theirs."

Seeing Chen Chusheng say this, she never thought that her son could actually say it, so she held his hand, tears in her eyes: "You know, today..."

Having said this, she didn't say anything else. If she told her son about what happened at the women's house, there would be no way to solve the current problem.

"Mother, don't worry. This matter is simple as it sounds." As he spoke, Chen Chusheng supported Chen's hand and walked all the way to the toffee chair. He handed Chen's smoking utensils to her and took out a lighter.

Suddenly, white smoke rose up in the house.

As Chen puffed out smoke, Chen Chusheng's eyes were dark and he spoke calmly through the hazy white mist, "Mother, if they are not in harmony, how can they have a child?"

"How can I inherit the Chen Mansion without a child? I am the only male in the Chen Mansion. Can they inherit a child from a side branch? If the name is not right, then the words will not flow."

Hearing his words, Chen exhaled the smoke from her mouth and leaned her head back on the chair. "My son has really grown up. He can think of so many things."

Hearing that Chen had secretly agreed with his idea, he struck while the iron was hot and said to her, "Mother, my uncle ran away for another woman and hasn't come back yet. He will definitely not come back because he ran away for someone else, right?"

Chen Chusheng had not expected such a change to happen, but it was precisely because of this change that he immediately understood that in his current situation, his future would be better only if the relationship between the two of them was worse.

If the relationship between the two people is really deep, he will not have the opportunity to intervene.

"Go ahead and do it. Make sure you find the person and send him to the palace."

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Chunhua was happy to see Chen being humiliated, but as soon as she returned to the yard, Lin Xi asked her to kneel down.

Liuyun originally wanted to plead for her, but she didn't expect the girl to not give her the chance at all.

The two were still in the yard, one standing and the other kneeling.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door outside the courtyard.

In order to prevent Chunhua, the maid, from losing face in the yard, Liuyun ordered everyone to go to the backyard. Now only she could open the door, but she never expected to see the dusty Chen Xun.

A hint of surprise flashed across her face, and then she bowed to Chen Xun according to etiquette.

"Yes, uncle."

"How is your girl?" Chen Xun rushed back from outside, so he naturally knew what kind of rumors were spreading throughout the mansion. He felt guilty, but he also felt that Lin Xi would be able to handle these things.

Liuyun lowered his head and led the way for him: "The young lady went to see the old lady today and will be back to rest soon."

When Chen Xun passed Chunhua, he stopped. In his impression, Lin Xi would never be too harsh on the maids around him. Seeing that her maid had been kneeling in this place, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Liuyun knew that Chen Chu was asking about Chunhua, so he replied, "My Lord, this maid had a conflict with someone as soon as she entered the Chen Mansion. The young lady felt that she was not calm, so she deliberately let her here to temper her."

Chunhua was already unhappy, and now when she saw Chen Xun coming back, she lowered her head. Even if he was a Rakshasa, he could not bully the young lady.

"Let her get up first!" Chen Xun understood the hidden meaning when he heard this.

Inside the house, Lin Xi had known that Chen Xun would come back, but she didn't expect him to come back like this.

The two of them sat there looking at each other in silence, not saying anything, but it seemed like they had said everything.

Lin Xi placed a cup of tea in front of him, her eyes calm: "Can't tell?"

Chen Xun picked up the cup and nodded: "Yeah."

After hearing this, she understood what Chen Xun meant, but she never thought that he came back without even giving her an explanation. When she thought of this, she was indeed disappointed.

When this emotion spread throughout her body, she suddenly realized that she had also placed her hope on him, or in other words, she liked him.

However, now it seems that this love is no longer worth it. She smiled, refilled his cup with water, and then asked, "Don't you need my help?"

Chen Xun shook his head calmly: "No, this matter is very tricky."

"Is there anyone at home who wants to cause trouble for you?" Chen Xun's eyes were filled with a bit of cruelty, and then he comforted her and said softly: "I will take care of this matter."

Lin Xi had long understood that although Chen Xun had a cold face, he was reluctant to attack the Chen family. She refused directly, "If you interfere with the affairs of the back house and help me, it only shows my incompetence. That's all. I will be careful about the severity of my attack."

Hearing Lin Xi say these words to him, he felt indescribable in his heart, but the thing had already been done, and there was no room for regret now. He could only continue to do it.

From the perspective of the small-time heroine and the big-time hero, the novel describes two different types of people who face crises together when faced with the turbulence of the times. It is also a group portrait, showing the wonderful aspects of different characters in their lives.

Someone died in Nishimura again.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and when looking inside the village from outside, there was a layer of mist.

A carriage stopped at the entrance of the village. The coachman tilted his head, his expression gloomy and as if he had something to hide, and asked the person inside, "Girl, are you sure this is the place?"

It was strange for a young girl to come to a place where people were dying one after another.

After saying this, the young girl in the carriage got off. She was holding the box in her hand and nodded and said, "Yes."

The groom raised his head and saw a petite girl with bright eyes and white teeth. She was wearing a blue long coat and a crabapple flower pinned on her temples. She exuded a simple elegance, but the determination in her eyes made people unable to look away.

The groom pointed at the intersection and said, "This place is weird, girl, what can you do here?"

A gloomy wind blew from the West Village, and a faint fragrance wafted out from the box in her hand.

The groom had never smelled such a smell before, and was even a little addicted to it. His eyes unconsciously looked towards the box again and again.

"Rescue."

The groom just thought she was joking. Since ancient times, there has never been such a young girl saving people. He didn't take her words to heart at all.

Xie Ruan raised his eyes, his eyes were heavy, and he took out a few more strings of copper coins from the silver bag and said, "Thank you. Please help me find a way to the Song family."

The groom was stunned, his hands paused, his eyes widened, wondering if he had heard wrongly, and asked in disbelief: "Girl, you said...the Song family?"

"Ah."

The groom's hand trembled as he took the copper coin, and the coin immediately rolled to the ground. He stepped back repeatedly, his face turning pale: "The Song family was wiped out three months ago. What are you doing in the Song family, girl?"

Xie Ruan looked at his expression, frowned slightly, and asked, "Destroy the whole family?"

"Mr. Song and his entire family died in a mysterious fire."

"Only Mr. Song's engaged youngest daughter survived, but she became insane and always spoke nonsense. The family that was engaged to her canceled the marriage. The villagers thought she was crazy and were worried about her. They wanted to send her to a charity institution, but they didn't expect Miss Song to disappear."

"That is, after the incident at the Song Mansion, two or three brides died in Xicun. These brides were all the same age as the eldest daughter of the Song family."

Xie Ruan's eyes were heavy: "Since the whole family was wiped out, then where is the murderer?"

The groom shook his head: "This is the government's business. What's more, some people say that Old Master Song doesn't want to live anymore and wants to take his family to die."

"The Song Mansion is weird. If what you want to do is not important, you'd better not go!"

"Thank you." Xie Ruan didn't say anything, carrying the box and heading into the small path of West Village.

The old master of the Song Mansion was once the prince's tutor, a first-rank official, and he himself was a great scholar. Now there are many of his students in the court. The surname Song is also a family surname in Suiyang County, with a high status. Later, because of the involvement of the deposed prince, although he moved to Xicun, His Majesty specially granted the title of Anbohou to the old master Song to appease the people.

Old Master Song once saved her life, so after receiving the letter from him, she hurried back from southern Xinjiang.

How could a person who wrote a book asking her to come back for treatment commit suicide?

The road to the Song Mansion was more difficult to navigate than she had imagined. What Xie Ruan did not expect was that there were Jinyiwei people standing at the gate of the Song Mansion. She paused, pursed her lips, and clenched her hands slightly.

The Jinyiwei had never imagined that a young girl would appear in such a gloomy place.

She is still a woman with good looks.

Xie Ruan felt several gazes, and he walked slowly and firmly. He glanced at the corpse on the ground with his almond-shaped eyes, and walked past calmly with a serious expression and his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Stop. Who is it?"

The first person to speak was the Jinyiwei who had been staring at her.

"Your Excellency, I am here to investigate a case at the Song Residence." Xie Ruan happened to stop at the steps at the entrance of the Song Residence. Her thin body was as straight as a bamboo. She opened her red lips and said softly, "Save someone."

The Song Mansion is now in ruins, overgrown with weeds and no trace of its once prosperous population remains.

"Investigating a case?" The Jinyiwei's mouth twitched slightly, with mockery in his eyes.

"Yes, investigating the case."

The Jinyiwei looked her up and down. This girl had a fair complexion and didn't look like someone who would roll around among a pile of dead bodies, so how could she have the skills to perform an autopsy?

Relying on his good looks, he looked at them and tried to deceive them.

He shook his head. How could he be so brazen?

"Are you crazy? Are you here to make trouble? Go away! If you continue to interfere with our investigation, I will take you to jail."

Tell lies without even a good excuse.

The Jinyiwei couldn't help but roll his eyes and motioned the person next to him to go in.

Xie Ruan stood under the eaves, the sunlight cast a shadow under her long curly eyelashes, "I want to see Shen You."

"How dare you." The Jinyiwei drew the sword from his waist, the blade emitting a cold bluish-white light, "You can call the lord by his name."

He took a few steps towards Xie Ruan, his sword almost reaching her neck.

"My last name is Xie. Please pass me on."

The Jinyiwei looked at her, motionless under the hilt of the sword, with some surprise.

Xie is a common surname.

Moreover, she was so calm even when she addressed the master by his name. He was worried that someone who should not be offended had come. He said to her, "You just wait here. I will go in and report to the master first."

Not long after, the man asked her to come in.

The Song Mansion has become a ruin. When you step into the courtyard, you can still smell the smell of cigarette ash left by the fire a few months ago.

Xie Ruan looked at the corpse placed in the yard. There were bruises on the corners of his lips and forehead. His body was covered with a cloth, so the rest of his body could not be seen clearly. Then his eyes fell on the man in front of him.

He had a high nose bridge, sharp cheeks, and a red mole in the middle of his eyebrows, which made him look distant and aloof. His eyes were deep and sinister, making people dare not ignore him. He was wearing an indigo-colored shirt with thunder and cloud patterns. He looked at her and casually threw the handkerchief he was using to wipe his hands on the ground.

Xie Ruan could tell that the handkerchief was a piece of Shu brocade worth a fortune.

"You said, can you solve the case?" Shen You looked at her gloomily, rubbing the crystal clear ring with his right hand.

"Yes."

"lie."

Shen You lowered his eyes and looked at Xie Ruan in front of him, his expression was calm. He approached her step by step, and grasped her fair and slender neck with his broad hands. He said in a very calm voice: "In my case, lying will kill you."

Xie Ruan's eyes were solemn and she frowned as she said, "The deceased at the door was eighteen years old, a female. There were obvious marks on her neck behind her ears. She was strangled to death. The marks on her forehead and the corners of her mouth were caused by her struggle. Judging from the color of the body, she must have died yesterday afternoon. It should have been ten hours since then."

Shen You was surprised and blew down his eyelids. His bony fingers loosened slightly, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

"Sir, can you let me take a closer look? If I can't see anything, or if I'm lying, you can kill me."

Seeing that Shen You had no intention of giving in, Xie Ruan continued, "The silk that the deceased was wearing came from the Southern Silk Supply House, and there are not many households in the capital that can use it."

"After a brief elimination, the only ones left are Marquis Yanbo in the south of the city, Marquis Guanxi in the east of the city, and Marquis Zhenbei. Among these families, the only legitimate daughter of Marquis Zhenbei was the one who left last night."

Shen You stared at her and stopped what he was doing.

A faint cold wind blew in the courtyard, and even on a sunny day, it made people shiver.

But Shen You in front of him seemed to sneer, looking down at him, and his tone suddenly became cold: "Since when do cats and dogs have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"

"Although this case is not complicated, it involves the reputation of a woman." Xie Ruan looked up at him, trying to make her eyes meet his, "I am the best choice."

After a long silence, Shen You looked at her and turned his head to look at the box in her hand.

When the wind blows, the fragrance in the box spreads everywhere.

His eyes were heavy, and he curled his lips coldly towards her, and said slowly: "It's really interesting."

"Someone is coming."

"exist."

Shen You's most capable subordinate Qingsong appeared in front of them.

"Autopsy."

Shen You opened his thin lips slightly, his eyes cold.

Qingsong asked Xie Ruan, "Miss, do you need to prepare anything for the autopsy?"

Hearing this, Xie Ruan looked calm, his eyes fell deeply on the body on the ground, walked to the body, put down the box, and said softly: "No need."

Qingsong watched Xie Ruan open the box, which contained some autopsy tools that he was unfamiliar with.

He gave her a suspicious look.

The box in her hand was completely opened, and a long and lingering fragrance overflowed.

Even the Jinyiwei standing outside the courtyard could smell it.

The fragrance is very light, but it has an indescribable sense of enchantment.

Xie Ruan