I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

Inside the Wuying Hall, simple beams and pillars support the ceiling with carved dragons and painted rafters. Sunlight shines through the dense window lattices, drawing mottled patterns on the smooth bluestone floor.

This is the private area where Emperor Taining usually rests his mind. The air is filled with the faint scent of agarwood, which makes people feel peaceful.

Eunuch Wen Xi walked lightly around the exquisite screens and slowly approached Emperor Taining.

There was a hint of caution on his face, and it was obvious that he had something on his mind.

"Your Majesty, I am back."

Although Wen Xi's voice was soft, it was particularly clear in this empty hall.

Emperor Taining sat on the dragon throne, wearing a golden dragon robe, his eyes were like torches, revealing an unparalleled majesty.

"Well, tell me."

Emperor Taining responded calmly, with an intriguing smile inadvertently appearing on the corner of his mouth, as if he already knew everything.

Eunuch Wenxi continued, "Fang Yi, that kid, was both tactful and kind today. He really knows how to control his subordinates."

Emperor Taining nodded slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "This child... is quite interesting. Do you think he is similar to me?"

Eunuch Wenxi bowed his head quickly and said, "Indeed, not only do I think so, but even Lord Shangguan and Lord Xuanyuan have privately discussed that Lord Fang Yi has a lot of the Emperor's demeanor in appearance."

Hearing this, Emperor Taining chuckled, with a hint of deep meaning in his laughter: "These two old foxes, even if they see through it, they won't say it out loud, which is quite interesting."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Emperor Taining's gaze was as sharp as ice, shooting directly at Wen Xi.

"Wenxi, when you went to Northern Frontier, did you bring any message for Lao Liu?"

This question made Wen Xi shudder all over, and beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

He knelt down hastily, and made an incoherent defense: "Your Majesty, I am only entrusted by Concubine Chen to send greetings to Fang Yi on behalf of the Sixth Prince. I have no other intentions!"

Emperor Taining snorted coldly, his tone mixed with unquestionable majesty: "Of course I know everything, and I also understand the old relationship between you and Concubine Chen. But I warn you, this is only the first time, it will not happen again!"

Wen Xi was trembling all over, and his voice was filled with fear: "I won't dare to do it again, never again!"

Emperor Taining's expression eased slightly, but his tone was still stern: "Do you know? Because of your words 'you look like me', Fang Yi almost lost his life at the hands of Old Six!"

Wen Xi turned pale upon hearing this, and clenched his hands tightly, appearing extremely terrified: "I really didn't know there would be such consequences. From now on, I swear I will never have any contact with the Sixth Prince again!"

Emperor Taining snorted again and waved his hand: "Go down, I hope you can remember the lesson today."

Eunuch Wenxi retreated tumbling, and peace returned to the Wuying Palace. Only Emperor Taining was left, gazing deeply into the distance, as if he was weighing some important decision.

……

In the heart of the imperial capital, the former Zhenbei Palace has been reborn and has a brand new look.

On the plaque, the four large characters "Champion Marquis' Mansion" shine in gold, indicating the prominent status and glory of the owner here.

Fang Yi stood in front of the mansion, gazing at the building that symbolized the transformation of his identity, his heart filled with emotion.

A year ago, he was still the abandoned son who was expelled from the family by Marquis Wuwei, but now he has become a marquis who is above everyone else. The ups and downs, joys and sorrows of this year are all beyond words.

Beside him, a fresh, elegant and graceful maid was silently accompanying him. She was Xiaorou.

Xiao Rou, who grew up in the mansion since childhood, is not only dignified in appearance, but also gentle in temperament. Time seems to have been particularly kind to her, making her about the same age as Fang Yi, but with a maturity beyond her age.

Butler Li Sheng knew his master's character well, so he specially assigned her to Fang Yi, to accompany him with the most attentive care.

At this moment, Xiaorou gently tugged at Fang Yi's sleeve and asked timidly, "My Lord, do you need Xiaorou to do anything?"

Her voice was delicate and soft, like a spring breeze, but with a hint of imperceptible worry.

Fang Yi heard this, a helpless yet doting smile appeared on his face. He patted Xiaorou's hand and comforted her: "Xiaorou, you don't have to follow me all the time. You should also have your own time to rest. I will call you when I really need you."

The words revealed the gentle consideration and respect for each other.

When Xiaorou heard this, her eyes flushed and her voice trembled slightly.

"Is it... is it that Xiaorou didn't do well enough? Is the Marquis beginning to be annoyed with Xiaorou..."

When Fang Yi saw Xiaorou's pitiful appearance, he suddenly became anxious and quickly waved his hands to deny it.

"Hey, what are you thinking about in your little head! I'm just not used to having people following me all the time, it's not that I dislike you. Look at you, your eyes are red, stop it!"

There was a hint of panic in Fang Yi's words, fearing that his unintentional actions had hurt this gentle girl.

Xiaorou burst into laughter when she heard this, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes, sparkling with joy.

"My Lord, Xiaorou understands! From now on, no matter where you go, Xiaorou will follow you, protect you, and take care of you!"

Although her words were childish, their firmness and sincerity made Fang Yi feel warm in his heart.

Fang Yi looked at the simple maid in front of him, feeling helpless but more importantly, deeply moved.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sky is quietly covered with the veil of dusk.

Fang Yi and Xiao Rou returned with a great deal on this trip, carrying bags filled with a wide variety of snacks and exquisite accessories.

Just as the two were about to start their journey home, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the darkness, like an uneasy omen under the night sky.

"Young man, the moon is low and the wind is strong, beware of the bloody disaster."

"The bloody disaster?"

Fang Yi's heart tightened when he heard the voice, as if he was hit by a four-word spell. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a fortune-telling stall quietly spreading out at the end of a deep alley.

Behind the fortune-telling stall sat a middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a heavily patched grey robe and a pair of patched, mottled cloud-shaped shoes, looking rather shabby.

However, when Fang Yi took a closer look, he discovered that although the Taoist was dressed in rags, he was extremely neat and tidy, with even his hair combed meticulously, making him look particularly otherworldly.

What is surprising is that this Taoist who exudes an immortal temperament has an ordinary face. If it were not for the Taoist robe he is wearing, he would be no different from a street vendor.

The Taoist's words aroused Fang Yi's curiosity. He could not wait to come forward and ask, "Master, what exactly do you mean by the blood disaster?"

The Taoist looked deep and serious as he stared into Fang Yi's eyes and said slowly, "This bloody disaster is not the first time. You will encounter it three times in the near future! Seven days ago, today, and seven days from now..."

Fang Yi was slightly shocked, because seven days ago was the day he was assassinated before entering Beijing.