Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Thinking of Han Liang sleeping on the street a few days ago, Zhao Shihuan said with a cold face: "I knew Han Liang was a piece of shit, but I didn't expect that he could do such a shameless thing."

Although the Han family had tried their best to cover it up, many people had seen Han Liang lying on the street, and it was impossible to keep it secret.

Nanny Gui helped Zhao Shihuan sit down beside the bed and said softly, "This has happened before she even got married. When Ninth Miss gets married, she will inevitably be criticized. It's better for you to look for a young man from another family now."

Zhao Shihuan responded vaguely, she also knew that what Nanny Gui said made sense.

But now the marriage has been decided, and they are just waiting to hold the wedding after the New Year. Besides, she has also considered other young men of the right age other than the Han family. Some of them have older brothers and younger brothers, or they already have a wife, or they have a powerful mother-in-law.

After comprehensive consideration, although Han Liang has many shortcomings, his family background is the best among these people. At least Yan Ru will be able to be the head of the family after marrying him.

Zhao Shihuan lay on the bed. She waited until Nanny Gui turned off the lights and walked out of the room before she sighed deeply.

She really worried about having such a daughter.

Time passed quickly and soon it was New Year's Eve.

The originally sunny weather suddenly turned into heavy snow.

Snowflakes fell on the ground, covering them layer by layer, and soon covered the soles of my shoes.

The palace servants were preparing for the evening banquet. They walked hurriedly on the snow, leaving shallow footprints that were soon covered by the heavy snow.

Yan Ci came to Mingyi Palace early in the morning to practice calligraphy.

As she came to practice calligraphy more and more often, Yan Ci had already mastered the speed at which Emperor Tianqing reviewed memorials, so her calligraphy practice speed naturally became on par with that of Emperor Tianqing.

By the time she had finished writing, Emperor Tianqing had almost finished reviewing the memorial, and the two of them put down their pens almost at the same time.

Yan Ci stood up and took the words he had written to Emperor Tianqing for review.

Seeing Yan Ci's increasingly neat handwriting, Emperor Tianqing's brows relaxed and he looked at Yan Ci with joy.

"Today is New Year's Eve. I was thinking of giving you a day off to go out and play, but it's snowing outside and it's hard to walk. It's better to practice calligraphy. Looking at your current handwriting, I think it's much better."

Yan Ci smiled softly, "This word naturally pleases your eyes, don't you even look at who taught you."

Emperor Tianqing laughed loudly, his face showing joy without disguising, "You little girl."

At this time, Yang Zhao walked in from outside. Looking at the two people talking and laughing, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face. He walked over with a bowl of pear soup in his hand.

"His Majesty."

Ever since he discovered that Emperor Tianqing was coughing, Yan Ci told Yang Zhao to prepare some pear soup for His Majesty.

At first, Yang Zhao did not dare to make a decision on his own, but when he found that Emperor Tianqing coughed more and more often, he arranged for the imperial kitchen to prepare this bowl of medicinal pear soup in imitation of medicinal food, adding herbs that could relieve cough and keep out cold.

Yan Ci knew that Emperor Tianqing's health would be damaged by this illness. She followed Emperor Tianqing every day and found that he was indeed a diligent emperor, but also a person who easily neglected himself.

He coughed but didn't take it seriously. The imperial physician came to check his pulse and prescribed some cough medicine, but Emperor Tianqing didn't like to drink it. If such an insignificant little problem led to his death in the future, it would be too worthless.

So she used a small action to prevent Emperor Tianqing's illness from getting worse.

Yan Ci took the small bowl beside the pear soup and handed it to Emperor Tianqing, "Your Majesty, please enjoy."

There is something so strong that it cannot be refused.

Emperor Tianqing did not want to refuse. He had known the trick in the pear soup for a long time. Originally, he was not very happy about drinking medicine, but after drinking the pear soup, he found it a rare delicious taste.

And since he started drinking the pear soup, his cough has become less and less severe.

She took the pear soup and drank it all, then handed the small bowl back to Yan Ci, and her eyes became more loving and gentle as she looked at Yan Ci.

Although this girl had only been with him for a little over two months, he felt a long-lost sense of closeness from her. Even his biological daughter, Shen Furong, had never been so close to him.

I think he is a member of the royal family, and imperial power is more important than family affection.

After drinking the pear soup, Emperor Tianqing returned to the inner hall to rest, and Yan Ci returned to Yun Pavilion.

There was a man standing at the door of Yun Pavilion, wearing a white fox fur cloak that covered his ankles. His tall and straight figure was like an immortal who was isolated from the world. Hearing the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow, the man turned around.

Yan Ci watched from afar. There was only a back view, but she recognized the person at the first sight.

Meeting that man's calm and deep eyes, Yan Ci's heart couldn't help but pause for a moment.

In the vast white sky and earth, those eyes were so dark that they made people tremble.

Xie Chengyin looked at Yan Ci walking in the snow, untied his white fox fur coat and walked towards Yan Ci.

"It's snowing so hard, why don't you hold an umbrella?"

Yan Ci felt the cloak still carrying Xie Chengyin's body temperature, and his heart warmed up, "The snow on New Year's Eve is the most precious. If you get caught in the snow today, you will have good fortune in the coming year."

Xie Chengyin was amused by Yan Ci's casual words, "According to what you said, I have to get wet too, otherwise I will have less luck than you next year."

Both of them laughed and walked into Yun Pavilion shoulder to shoulder.

Both of them were already covered in snow. The crystal snowflakes gathered together in clusters, and with a gentle pat, they fluttered down to the ground.

Xie Chengyin's eyes were full of smiles, "Have you ever heard this sentence?"

Yan Ci took off his cloak and returned it to Xie Chengyin, "What did you say?"

"If we can get wet in the snow together someday, we can grow old together in this life. Today, we can grow old together."

Yan Ci's heart skipped a beat and she raised her head suddenly, seeing Xie Chengyin looking at her intently. Her throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in it and she couldn't utter a word.

At this moment, Xie Chengyin's serious expression was replaced by a casual smile, "What are you thinking about? Look at our two heads full of snow, aren't we going to grow old together?"

Yan Ci looked at Xie Chengyin's hair. The snow on his body had fallen off, but the snow on his hair was still there, a white layer, as translucent as ice crystals.

His tense body relaxed, and he raised his hand to touch his hair, which naturally felt cold.

It is true that we have white hair together and are covered with white snow.

Yan Ci took two handkerchiefs from the shelf nearby, threw one to Xie Chengyin, and used the other to wipe the water stains on his head.

It was still snowing heavily outside, but it was warm inside the Cloud Pavilion.

Although most of the snow that had soaked Yan Ci along the way had been shaken off, a small amount of snow remained on his body. It melted under the temperature in the room and turned into a small water mark on his clothes.

With Xie Chengyin here, Yan Ci couldn't take a shower or change clothes, so he could only sit down and endure the slight dampness on his body.

"The palace banquet is in the evening, why are you coming into the palace now?"

Xie Chengyin had also wiped the water stains off his hair. The half-wet handkerchief was entangled between his fingers and crumpled into a ball.

When asked by Yan Ci, Xie Chengyin finally remembered the important matter.

"Do you still remember the killer Ding Si?"