Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

After entering the palace, Yan Ci began to follow Emperor Tianqing to the morning court every day, and the position behind Yan Tonglin gradually became Yan Ci's exclusive standing position.

The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Chang Liang, sensibly took a step back and stood obediently behind Yan Ci.

Yan Ci's days in the palace became more and more fulfilling.

Not only did he get up before dawn every day to attend court, but after the court meeting, Emperor Tianqing would also ask Yan Ci for solutions to new issues regarding the tax system raised by ministers.

Yan Ci really wanted to say, you are the emperor, you have to come up with the solution, why do you always ask me?

She raised a point, so why was this whole mess left to her?

She is a girl, a delicate and weak girl, and it is not appropriate for her to always do boys' work.

But Emperor Tianqing did not seem to treat her as a girl. He rewarded her not with clothes or jewelry, but with gold, silver, calligraphy and paintings, and an official position.

It had only been a month since she entered the palace, but she had already been promoted from a lady-in-waiting without an official title to a deputy minister.

A sinecure of the fifth rank, affiliated to the Ministry of Revenue, and became her father's direct subordinate.

As a member of the Ministry of Personnel, Yan Ci had to shoulder the responsibility and work hard to help Emperor Tianqing solve his problems.

It was fine for one or two days, but more than half a month passed. With the implementation of the taxation system in various places, problems emerged one after another, and Yan Ci was obviously finding it difficult to solve them.

Fortunately, Yan Ci has external help.

After listening to Qiu Yuzhu's remarks, Yan Ci had a new understanding of the taxation system.

Based on this, when Yan Ci encountered a difficult problem, he would send someone to deliver a letter to Qiu Yuzhu and learn solutions from Qiu Yuzhu.

Many difficult problems were easily solved when Qiu Yuzhu got her hands on them.

Yan Ci looked at the letter sent by Qiu Fuqiu, and was full of admiration for the novel method proposed by Qiu Yuzhu. He couldn't help but imitate Qiu Yuzhu's tone and said, "You are worthy of being a person who has received nine years of compulsory education."

Qiu Fuqiu sat on the armchair in Yun Pavilion with her legs crossed, eating and drinking, feeling very comfortable.

After hearing Yan Ci's words, he asked, "What is nine years of compulsory education?"

Yan Ci laughed, "It's just that I studied for nine years."

Qiu Fuqiu's eyes widened. "You've only studied for nine years. What's the big deal? Nowadays, all the scholars who have achieved academic success have studied for more than ten or twenty years. Ah Ci, don't be fooled by the wrong person."

Yan Ci looked up from the letter in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you looking for a husband? Let me tell you, it's no good having only studied for nine years. What kind of future can you have? With your ability, Ah Ci, you deserve to be the number one scholar."

Yan Ci finally understood why she and Qiu Fuqiu were talking strangely. It turned out that the two people were talking about completely different things.

He stopped talking and continued to read Qiu Yuzhu's letter.

Qiu Fuqiu, however, couldn't sit still. She came to the palace not only to deliver the letter, but also to chat with Yan Ci.

She is not like her mother, who has a yard full of staff to kill time with. She is alone and very bored.

Suddenly she remembered something she had heard two days ago.

"Aci, have you heard that Han Liang was beaten?"

Yan Ci hummed without even raising his head. How could she not know? Wasn’t it she who hit him? Oh, and there was also Yan Cheng, who kicked her and slapped her.

But it was just a small matter and no one saw it. How could it reach Qiu Fuqiu's ears?

Seeing that Yan Ci didn't respond, Qiu Fuqiu felt a little unhappy.

"Ah Ci, did you listen to me? I said Han Liang was beaten and couldn't get out of bed. His head was swollen like a pig's head."

Yan Ci raised his head in surprise, "Is it that serious?"

The force of her slap wasn't enough to make his head swell up like a pig's head, and it had been more than half a month since that incident.

"what happened?"

Yan Ci walked over from the desk and sat next to Qiu Fuqiu, looking as if he was listening attentively.

"I heard that he was put into a sack and taken away when he was leaving the house. When his servants found him, he was beaten unconscious. I also heard that..."

Qiu Fuqiu suddenly lowered her voice, "I also heard that she was lying naked on the street."

Yan Ci was stunned. Why did this technique sound so familiar?

"Not only that, many people remembered the beautiful butt picture from a few days ago and compared it with the person involved. Sure enough, they are exactly the same!"

Qiu Fuqiu couldn't help laughing as she spoke, "Who do you think did this? They are so talented. Han Liang is too embarrassed to leave the house now."

Yan Ci listened to Qiu Fuqiu and had already formed a guess in his mind.

If her guess was correct, this work was most likely done by Xie Chengyin.

But why did he catch Han Liang alone to cause trouble?

Although she had also wanted to teach Han Liang a lesson, she felt inferior to Xie Chengyin who could teach her a lesson so impressive and far-reaching.

Not only did Yan Ci guess that it might be Xie Chengyin who did it, but Yan Cheng, who had a grudge against Han Liang, also thought so.

Xie Chengyin was sitting on a velvet chair in Song Yaji eating grapes, while Qicun kept adding charcoal to the brazier beside him, making the whole room warm.

With Xie Chengyin's permission, Yan Cheng could go up to the fifth floor without any hindrance when entering Song Yaji without a ticket.

Yan Cheng wore a thick white wool felt jacket and a silk cape that covered him from head to toe, but his nose was still red from the cold even after walking all the way.

Even so, it couldn't hide the joy on his face.

As soon as Yan Cheng entered the room, he rushed to the brazier and started to warm his hands. While doing so, he said comfortably, "It's still warmer here. It's going to snow soon outside that day."

Xie Chengyin threw a crystal grape into his mouth, ate it with relish, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I have something to ask you. Did you do that to Han Liang?"

Xie Chengyin looked confused, "What do you mean I did it? What did I do?"

Yan Cheng rubbed his warm hands, took off his cloak, and sat down at the small table in front of Xie Chengyin.

"You don't know? Han Liang was beaten a few days ago. It was a serious beating. According to the news from the Han Mansion, he will probably have to stay in bed until after the New Year."

Xie Chengyin said coldly, "You will suffer for your own sins."

Yan Cheng liked to hear this, "That's right, but Yin, it really wasn't you who did it?"

Yan Cheng looked up at Xie Chengyin, staring at the expression on his face, not missing a single detail.

Xie Chengyin stood still like a mountain, his face tense and expressionless.

"No."

Yan Cheng got a negative answer from Xie Chengyin. Although he felt a little regretful, he was still very happy about Han Liang's experience.

As for who did it, it’s not that important.

Yan Cheng stayed at Songyaji for a whole afternoon, and before leaving, he asked for an original work of the soul painter to take back for reference.

After Yan Cheng left, Qi Cun asked, "Young Master, why didn't you tell him?"

Xie Chengyin stood up and walked to the window, watching Yan Cheng, who had just come downstairs and walked out of the gate of Songyaji, slowly blend into the crowd.

"It's better to have less trouble than more. He doesn't know anything, so it will be easier for him to get away if something goes wrong in the future."