The daughter of the first wife is reborn and marries a rich family again

"Look over there, Mr. Zheng walked into Li's Bookstore. Isn't that a place where scholars and writers usually interact with each other? I'm afraid there is a deep meaning behind his visit." The conversation in the teahouse shifted direction with the figure of Zheng Zhuohua. Several people whispered to each other, their faces full of curiosity.

"Li's Bookstore? The owner is a well-informed man. Mr. Zheng must be going there to seek some important information." The young man touched his chin, his eyes fixed on the bookstore curtain in the distance, as if he could see through the secrets hidden behind it.

Just as everyone was speculating, a slight argument was heard in the store, and then Zheng Zhuohua and the bookstore owner appeared at the door together, both with serious expressions. Passersby looked sideways and whispered.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zheng? He is usually gentle and polite, but why is he so impatient today?" The woman frowned and asked in confusion.

"Maybe it's an urgent matter. Look at the boss's expression, he's also very serious." The old man narrowed his eyes, as if he could see more unspoken words.

At this time, Yu Caiwei also stopped in front of a hidden mansion and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened slightly, a vigilant look swept through, and then the door slowly opened. Seeing this, passers-by, although they didn't understand why, were all puzzled and whispered their guesses.

"That girl looks so fragile, how could she visit such a mysterious place so late at night?" A passing vendor whispered to his companion.

"Hey, don't underestimate these ladies. There may be power behind them that is hard for us to imagine!" The companion responded with a smile, his eyes flashing with curiosity about the unknown.

Xiao Cheng was walking in the shadow of Juyuhui. Suddenly, he turned around and passed by a man in black who looked hurried. Their eyes met and they understood each other. Others only saw the man in black hurriedly leaving, but they didn't know the silent transaction between them.

"Brother, you left in such a hurry. I'm afraid something big must have happened?" Outside the tavern, a drunk man leaned against the wall, his seemingly unintentional words revealed a bit of sobriety.

In the Sixth Princess' bedroom, the candlelight flickered, and her figure stretched out on the wall, looking lonely and determined. "The time has come," she whispered to herself, pushed open the window, and jumped into the night, her movements smooth and decisive.

Inside the teahouse, the old man slowly spoke, breaking the silence: "This capital city is about to usher in its own changes. No matter what the outcome, tonight will be remembered by history."

"But what can we do?" a young voice asked with some helplessness.

"Let's do our own thing well, and leave the rest to fate." The old man smiled slightly, and his words revealed the indifference after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

The night deepens. The fate of the four protagonists interweaves in the darkness. Every action and every choice quietly promotes the change of the situation. In this ancient city, everyone, whether powerful or common, has become an indispensable part of this storm.

"What will happen tomorrow?" The last question was like a stone thrown into the lake, creating ripples, leaving endless reverie in the night, and also laying the groundwork for the next story. "Have you heard? Mr. Zheng actually got a fragment of an ancient book from Li's Bookstore. It is said that it is a part of the long-lost "Heavenly Secret Strategy"!" In the teahouse, the well-informed waiter excitedly spread the latest news to the guests around.

"'Heavenly Secrets'? Isn't that the supreme strategy left behind by ancient wise men? If we could really get its full picture, the world situation would be changed drastically!" A young man who looked like a scholar exclaimed, his eyes flashing with a desire for knowledge.

"That's right! I saw Master Zheng leaving Li's Bookstore with my own eyes this morning. His face was solemn and he walked hurriedly. He looked like he was shouldering an important mission." An old man who often set up stalls on the street interrupted, with a bit of awe in his tone.

Just as everyone was talking, a gust of wind blew outside the door and Yu Caiwei walked into the teahouse gracefully. She was wearing a light blue dress and her steps were as light as a newly blooming lotus, attracting the attention of customers around her.

"Oh, isn't this the daughter of the Yu family? Why are you here in this busy place today?" Whispers suddenly rang out in the teahouse. Everyone was surprised by her appearance, but more than that, they were curious.

Yu Caiwei walked to the counter and opened her red lips: "Excuse me, has anyone here seen a man in black passing by in a hurry?" There was a barely perceptible trace of anxiety in her eyes.

"Hey, what a coincidence. I did see such a person an hour ago. He went towards the north gate." A rough voice answered. The speaker was a man who looked a bit like a gangster.

"Thank you." Yu Caiwei nodded slightly and turned to leave, but seemed to remember something and looked back with a smile, "Everyone, things in the world are often unpredictable. But please believe that everyone's choice has its own meaning. Everything tonight may bring you surprises in the near future."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared into the crowd like a gust of breeze, leaving the room full of surprise and discussion.

The night fell again. Inside the Juyu Club, Xiao Cheng stood on a high place, overlooking the busy scene below. A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It looks like tonight won't be peaceful."

"Sir, there is news from the Sixth Princess that she is ready." A secret guard appeared silently beside Xiao Cheng and reported respectfully.

"Very good, tell her that everything will go according to plan. As for the "Heavenly Secret Strategy", we must find the rest of it. It will be the key to determining the future." Xiao Cheng's voice was steady and powerful, revealing unquestionable determination.

At the same time, deep in the palace, the mysterious Sixth Princess was pondering over maps and densely packed characters. Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew in with a small note tied to its leg.

She unfolded the note, which contained only one sentence: "When the wind blows, that is the day when you and I fight side by side."

The Sixth Princess raised a barely perceptible smile at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes sparkled with an unprecedented light, as if she had seen the dawn of the future.

"Then let us face this storm together." She murmured to herself. Although her voice was soft, it carried a firmness and determination that could not be ignored.

And all of this is quietly witnessed by the moonlight, which gently collects the story of the night, waiting for the next dawn to open a new chapter.

In the teahouse, the old man's eyes penetrated the bustling crowd, as if he could see through every corner of the capital: "The wind and clouds are surging, and heroes from all walks of life are ready to go. This story has just begun..."

The night is still deep, and what will tomorrow be like? This suspense, like the hot steam rising from the teahouse, lingers and inspires endless reverie.