The Rebirth of an Orphan

"Have you seen Mrs. Ling? Can you draw her likeness?" Zhao Xihua asked. This is very important.

The painter revealed a hint of pride and said, "Although I am old now, I would not be able to enter the Higher Academy of Painting if I did not have some talent. My best skill is my photographic memory. One year during a grand celebration in the palace, I saw General Ling and Madam Ling attending together. Although I only saw them from a distance, I still remembered them in my mind."

Zhao Xihua nodded and said, "That was a few years ago. Madam Ling should have changed a bit recently, but it doesn't matter. Just paint first and I'll remind you of the details later."

Afterwards, Zhao Xihua told the painter the recent description of Madam Ling in detail. The painter was indeed amazing and painted Madam Ling vividly. After the painting was finished, Zhao Xihua looked at it attentively and thought to himself that Zhang Lin was too capable and he found the right person. The portrait of Madam Ling looked as if the real Madam Ling was sitting in front of him.

After the portrait was finished, Zhao Xihua gave the painter a sum of money and told him to keep the secret if he wanted to live, even to his own son. The painter knew the seriousness of the matter at the time, so he quickly agreed, collected the money and items, and followed Zhang Lin away.

After Zhang Lin sent the painter away, he came back and asked Zhao Xihua: "Miss, what should we do next?"

Zhao Xihua looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the window and felt a chill in her heart. Her master had been dead for so long, it was time to put things to rest.

"Prepare the car, let's go talk to Jingning." Zhao Xihua said calmly.

Zhang Lin responded and walked out quickly. Not long after, an inconspicuous black car stopped at the side door of the teahouse. There were not many people in the teahouse at this time, so Zhao Xihua followed Zhang Lin into the car and drove towards the alley in the south of the city.

When Zhao Xihua arrived at the door of the house in the south of the city, Tang Xin, who had received the news, was already waiting at the door. She helped Zhao Xihua out of the car and whispered to her as she walked in, "Jingning is much better now, but sometimes she's better and sometimes she's not. Ask whatever you want to ask now, but be prepared that you won't get the answer. After all, too many people died in the fire. Jingning must have seen people and things she shouldn't have seen. She was so shocked that she might go crazy again."

"I understand. You wait outside first. I have something to ask her alone." Zhao Xihua's voice was a little heavy. Tang Xin sighed secretly, then opened the iron lock of the small house and walked in with Zhao Xihua.

When Zhao Xihua walked into the small room, she saw Jingning sitting at a small table, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. She seemed much calmer than before. It seemed that Tang Xin's medicine and treatment were still effective.

Tang Xin first waved to Zhao Xihua, then walked over and sat next to Master Jingning and asked with a smile, "Is Master Jingning reading the scriptures?"

Jingning slowly raised her eyes and looked at Tang Xin. The fear in her eyes slowly disappeared, and then she nodded.

Tang Xin looked at Jing Ning and smiled: "Master Jing Ning, I brought an old friend to see you today. I asked her to come and talk to you. Look who is here?"

Only then did Jingning realize that in addition to Tang Xin, there was another lady dressed gorgeously and brightly in the room. Zhao Xihua took off the hat and mask on her head, and then looked at Jingning.

Jingning's face changed, she raised her finger and pointed at Zhao Xihua, her mouth already trembling.

Although Jingning was not a good person, the person who killed her master was so arrogant as to set fire and kill people in Ning'an Courtyard. She didn't believe that the person in charge of Ning'an Courtyard would be completely unaware of what happened at that time.

Zhao Xihua looked at Jingning steadily and asked, "Master Jingning, can you recognize who I am?"

Jing Ning was now conscious, and that was why she was afraid. She pointed at Zhao Xihua's hand and said tremblingly, "You...you...you are Yun Gu's apprentice."

I also know Yun Gu. It seems that Jingning has recovered well. Zhao Xihua looked at Tang Xin. Tang Xin nodded, walked out of the cabin and closed the door from the outside. The light in the room suddenly became much dimmer.

Zhao Xihua looked at Jingning who was sitting there feeling a little nervous and uneasy, so she took out the portrait of Madam Ling that the painter had drawn from her bag. She didn't know why she did this. Ever since Madam Ling fainted after seeing the plum blossom hairpin last time, she had this idea, which had been growing wildly in her heart like a weed and she couldn't control it.

Zhao Xihua took the portrait and walked towards Jingning who was sitting hunched over. She stood in front of Jingning and unfolded the portrait in her hand bit by bit. She looked in Jingning's direction and said, "Master Jingning seems to have recovered well. You should recognize this person, right?"

"Ah! No! Don't kill me! I don't know anything! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Tang Xin, who was outside the door, heard an unusually sharp and shrill cry from inside the house, so she rushed in quickly and saw Zhao Xihua standing there holding a portrait with a half-smile on her face. Jingning on the other side was obviously scared to death, and her whole body kept leaning back.

Tang Xin was also shocked. Jingning's expression didn't seem fake. It seemed that the portrait in Zhao Xi's hand not only scared Jingning, but also ruined her medical results of these days.

"Miss!" Tang Xin exclaimed.

"Thank you Miss Tang for your help these days. I have got the results." Zhao Xihua said.

Zhao Xihua couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself. It turned out that she had been wrong all along. She had always thought it was Miss Nangong's fault, but she didn't expect it to be that person. He hid it so well. However, she should find time to tell a story to General Ling Qian.

Zhao Xihua trotted all the way to the main house and suddenly stopped. Zhang Lin looked at his young lady cautiously. Although he pretended to be calm, he was irrationally angry, as if he wanted to tear someone to pieces.

She gasped for air, and finally calmed down her breathing. She looked at Zhang Lin and whispered: "Go find a way to find the Ling family's housekeeper and tell him that the Gu family's young mistress has something important to tell the general. Please pick a time to get together."

Zhang Lin had a troubled look on her face. Now the relationship between the Gu family and the Ling family had reached a fever pitch. It seemed like a foolish dream for her to want to meet General Ling. But there were some words and things she had to do, and she had to do them immediately.

Zhao Xihua saw Zhang Lin's concerns and said, "You spend money to bribe the servants of the Ling family. Once you have established a connection, spend money with the housekeeper of the Ling family. There is no one in the world who doesn't love money. Then send this letter and this thing."

Zhao Xihua casually took out an envelope with a picture of a plum blossom hairpin on it. The hairpin was painted vividly, even its ancient and simple atmosphere was captured. There was also a person's name written next to the hairpin, which was the two words "Caiyun", which was very eye-catching.