The Rebirth of an Orphan

As soon as Aqiang heard this, he quickly prepared the car and took Zhao Xihua and the others to the most central part of Kyoto. Along the way, Zhao Xihua looked at the gradually prosperous streets outside the car and clearly felt that there were more people than before. People gathered in groups of three or four and no one knew what they were talking about.

Zhao Xihua didn't dare to go to any crowded place. After all, it was still a turbulent time. She couldn't afford the consequences if anything went wrong, so she asked Aqiang to park the car in front of a teahouse.

Zhao Xihua had been to this teahouse once before. She met some people there when she bought a house and had tea here once. The new tea here tastes very good, and the most distinctive one is the tea with ginger sugar, which is very suitable for women and very refreshing.

This teahouse usually doesn't have many people, but today when Zhao Xihua went in, she didn't expect that there were so many people inside. The teahouse is divided into two floors, the upper floor is all private rooms, and the first floor is the hall. There is a small stage in the middle of the hall, where some talent shows or storytellers will join in to attract customers.

Zhao Xihua was seated in a corner of the second floor, but he could clearly see the situation in the entire hall on the first floor, and even the storyteller with lively expression on the small stage today.

"Everyone, let's talk about Gu Lun, the future head of the Gu family, who is one of the most heroic men in Kyoto."

Zhao Xihua smiled as she listened, and poured herself a cup of tea with ginger sugar.

"I just heard the news of victory reaching the Presidential Palace in Kyoto!"

"Report to Liaocheng to get out of trouble!"

"Report! Eighty thousand enemy soldiers were killed by our General Gu Lun without a single one left. They cried for their parents. The president was overjoyed to hear this. This General Gu is a lucky general for our country!"

The smile on Zhao Xihua's lips deepened. He just took a sip of tea and glanced up to find a familiar figure talking to Aqiang at the door of the hall downstairs. Is it Uncle Lin?

Uncle Lin doesn't have to take care of anything now. He is only responsible for investigating his master's affairs with a few people from Tianmen Camp. Now he comes here to find her. Is there any new information?

Sure enough, Uncle Lin soon came to Zhao Xi's screen upstairs. He lowered his voice and said, "Miss, we have found out about Madam Ling's background. She is indeed related to your master Caiyun. In addition, Miss Tang Xin's medicine is effective. Jingning can recognize people now."

After hearing this, Zhao Xihua stood up suddenly and accidentally dropped the tea set to the ground, breaking it into pieces. However, there were too many people here and it was not a place where she could ask clearly. She did not dare to stay and just took a banknote and put it on the table, then followed Zhang Lin and hurriedly left the teahouse.

Zhao Xihua got into Zhang Lin's car and prepared to go to the house where Master Jingning was imprisoned, while Aqiang called another car to send Pingshui and Chunfeng back to the villa in the suburbs of Beijing. Zhao Xihua was extremely careful about the secrets of her biological parents and master, and she didn't want the two trusted girls around her to get involved too much.

As soon as Zhao Xihua got into the car, Zhang Lin drove towards the south of the city. Before he had gone far, a team of Ling family guards came towards him at lightning speed. Zhang Lin quickly pulled the car to the side of the road and made way.

Several vendors pushing carts on the side were knocked away because they didn't have time to move their stalls. Fortunately, no one was hurt, but several vendors were heard cursing loudly in anger.

"Are you in a hurry to be reborn? You keep looking for doctors everywhere every day. Are you waiting for the doctors to calm you down?"

"Shh, stop talking. I heard that Miss Zi Ye of the Ling family suddenly fell seriously ill and fell into a coma. She is going to marry the third prince next month, so how can she get married? I don't know what strange disease it is, but she is in a coma. Although her life is not in danger, the Queen Mother is extremely worried and is looking for famous doctors everywhere. What nonsense are you talking about just now? Shut up now."

"Yes, yes, keep quiet. It would be terrible if the person above heard it. Then you will be in big trouble."

Zhao Xihua covered her mouth and smiled slightly. As expected, Ling Ziye took her words to heart. He was actually really sick, and this "illness" sounded quite serious.

Zhang Lin took Zhao Xihua and walked straight into the dirty and crowded alleys in the south of the city. This was the slums of Kyoto, and it was bustling with people of all kinds. But it was this kind of bustle that could best hide some unknown secrets.

The car soon stopped at the door of a remote house, and Zhang Lin and Zhao Xihua got out of the car. Zhao Xihua had come several times before, but Jingning was always crazy and couldn't talk, so they could only make plans after Tang Xin was cured.

The yard looked shabby from the outside but was very clean when you walked in. Tang Xin was really a girl who loved cleanliness. The whole yard was cleverly transformed by Zhang Lin into a suite with an inner and outer separation.

The house outside is where Tang Xin and Zhang Lin usually live. There is another small room inside where the crazy Jingning is locked up. The door of this small room is hidden behind the west wall, and ordinary people cannot find it when they walk into the yard.

Jing Ning had just drunk the medicine prepared by Tang Xin and had not yet woken up, so Zhao Xihua went to the main room. After Zhang Lin closed the door of the room, he took out some yellowed books and handed them to Zhao Xihua, saying, "Miss, everything is here. These are the things that the brothers of Tianmen Camp bought from a man called Baishitong these days. It really took some effort."

Zhao Xihua had heard of the name Baishitong. This man had some literary talent and wrote well. He often wrote novels, essays and reviews to earn some money from newspapers and storytellers in teahouses.

Later, by chance, he met a master. His master had some hobbies and skills. He was very good at collecting some strange stories and secret stories of some aristocratic families. So he started the business of buying and selling news.

As long as you pay enough money, you can get any information you want from Baishitong. However, the more valuable the information is, the more carefully Baishitong will handle it, and may even offer some harsh conditions in exchange.

Zhao Xihua was holding a yellowed scroll, which contained all the secrets of Madam Ling from twenty years ago. The palm-sized booklet was filled with a strong musty smell when opened, but the contents were still well preserved.

Zhang Lin said on the side: "This know-it-all is really secretive now. It took a long time to find this person."

Zhao Xihua nodded. How could she not understand? This man would be hated by so many people if he wrote down the secrets of those people. How could he not keep it secret? If it weren't for the people from Tianmen Camp who took action, ordinary people would probably not be able to find him.

Zhao Xihua opened the book and started reading it. Suddenly, her expression changed and her brows furrowed. Zhang Lin also told Zhao Xihua in detail what the know-it-all had said to him before.