Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Yan Ci didn't know how she walked out of Chonghua Palace. The chaotic thoughts in her mind seemed to have formed a big net, trapping her in it and making her unable to move.

She had originally wanted to support her cousin the prince to ascend the throne, but now, it was still unknown whether her cousin the prince's body could hold out until that day. If that day really came, without the prince, no one would be able to compete with Shen Zhaoyan.

Yan Ci was walking on the wide palace road, thinking about how to find a way out of this deadly situation, when he heard a teasing voice coming from behind him.

"Miss Yan, we meet again."

She didn't need to look at Yan Ci to know who this person was. Apart from the lingering Shen Zhaoyan, there would be no other person who would make her feel disgusted just by hearing his voice.

Yan Ci pretended not to hear and quickened his pace to leave without looking back. Unexpectedly, the man was like a dog-skin plaster and continued to chatter behind Yan Ci.

"Miss Yan, we met twice in one day, which shows that we are destined to meet. Miss Yan, would you please do me the honor of having a cup of tea?"

Bah! Bullshit fate.

Who knows if he was blocking her here on purpose.

Yan Ci had a gloomy face, secretly cursing Shen Zhaoyan in his heart, and walked straight towards the palace gate at a quick pace.

Seeing Yan Ci trying to avoid him, Shen Zhaoyan chuckled and continued to follow Yan Ci slowly.

Thinking about how he had asked Dao Ji to follow Yan Ci just now, he actually wanted to see what she was doing in the palace. But Dao Ji followed her away and came back not long after, saying that he had lost her.

Dao Ji was the most capable man under his command, and was particularly good at tracking and tracing. The fact that Yan Ci was able to detect Dao Ji's tracking and shake him off in such a short time was indeed beyond his expectations.

As soon as he came out of Mingyi Palace, he waited for Yan Ci on the road that was the only way out of the palace. He wanted to see what the purpose of the thirteenth girl of the Yan family was in entering the palace.

But when he looked at the direction where Yan Ci appeared, and cleared away the complicated twists and turns, he realized that it was Chonghua Palace in that direction.

A hint of interest appeared in Shen Zhaoyan's eyes. It turned out that the Yan family was involved with the Eastern Palace.

Thinking of Yan Tonglin's usual neutral attitude, it was hard to tell whether the interaction with the Eastern Palace was the Yan family's intention or Yan Ci's own idea.

But his Yan family still has a daughter living in his Prince Xiang's Mansion. If the Yan family really sided with the prince, the prince might not dare to believe it completely.

Unless the Yan family also marries a daughter to the Eastern Palace.

So, could Yan Ci's visit to the palace be a sign of the Yan family's sincerity towards the Eastern Palace?

Thinking of this, Shen Zhaoyan narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace to follow Yan Ci.

Yan Ci was so busy walking forward that she didn't notice the person coming towards her. She heard a dull "bang" and Yan Ci covered her forehead and took several steps back. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have probably fallen to the ground.

Yan Ci grimaced in pain, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and looked up at the man.

The man was wearing a black robe, with a face as beautiful as jade and lips as red as cinnabar. He looked 50% like Shen Zhaoyan.

It turned out to be Shen Zhaoyi.

Yan Ci’s head hurt even more.

I was thinking of cursing at you to vent my anger, but now, no matter how angry I am, I have to hold it back.

Yan Ci put down the hand that was covering her forehead and quickly bowed, "Your servant Yan Ci greets His Highness the Third Prince."

Shen Zhaoyi felt like his chest was about to be injured. Just as he was about to raise his hand to touch his chest, he heard Yan Ci's voice in his ears and his hand stopped immediately.

He didn't know whether to put his hand down or put it back. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand towards Yan Cixu who was bowing. He said calmly, "It's Miss Yan. It's been a long time."

Yan Ci bowed his head and rolled his eyes secretly. You people in the royal family like the phrase 'long time no see' so much, Shen Zhaoyan said, Shen Zhaoyi also said, if you don't know, you would think she has some unknown friendship with both of them.

Yan Ci stood up and looked at Shen Zhaoyi, "It has indeed been a long time since I last saw the Third Prince at the Crown Prince's wedding ceremony."

When talking about not seeing each other for a long time, Yan Ci emphasized his tone.

But when Shen Zhaoyi heard it, it changed its meaning. Thinking that she didn't want him to tell him about her pretending to be a palace maid to assassinate someone, Shen Zhaoyi smiled and took the initiative to change the subject, "Why are you here?"

Yan Ci glanced at Shen Zhaoyan who was not far behind him and said, "I just came into the palace to take a look and am about to leave."

Take a look around the palace? Is the palace a vegetable market?

Before Shen Zhaoyi had time to study the deeper meaning of Yan Ci's visit to the palace, he saw Shen Zhaoyan walking towards him. He leaned forward slightly and bowed, "Second brother."

Shen Zhaoyan stood opposite the two of them and returned the greeting to Shen Zhaoyi gently and humbly, "Why isn't my third brother accompanying father in Mingyi Palace?"

Shen Zhaoyi said: "Isn't it the same for my brother? Besides, there are so many people in Mingyi Palace, and they don't need one more."

Shen Zhaoyan smiled faintly, "Then the Imperial Concubine will probably feel a little regretful."

Shen Zhaoyi looked confused, "What does my mother regret?"

Shen Zhaoyan did not answer. He glanced at Yan Ci who was standing beside him with his head half lowered, and said, "Miss Yan is in a hurry to leave the palace, why don't you leave? It will rain if you don't leave now."

Yan Ci raised his head and glanced at the sky with the sun shining directly overhead. It didn't mean it was going to rain. It was obvious that he didn't want her to hear anything more.

Yan Ci immediately bowed and said, "Then I will take my leave first."

After saying this, he strode towards the palace gate with his head held high.

As soon as Yan Ci left, Shen Zhaoyan and Shen Zhaoyi no longer hid the secret.

"Third brother, don't you know what the Imperial Concubine regrets?"

Shen Zhaoyan quietly looked at Shen Zhaoyi, who was already 19 years old. They were both sons of the royal family, and he didn't believe that Shen Zhaoyi was really as simple and non-confrontational as he appeared to be.

Shen Zhaoyi lowered his eyes and said innocently, "Royal brother, just speak directly if you have anything to say."

Looking at Shen Zhaoyi's straightforward and pure eyes, Shen Zhaoyan patted his shoulder and smiled suddenly, "The Imperial Concubine is naturally sorry for my third brother's disobedient temper. I saw the Imperial Concubine looking for you in Mingyi Palace just now. She must want you to accompany your father more. Unexpectedly, my third brother disappeared in a short while."

Shen Zhaoyi said nonchalantly, "There are so many people around my father, including my mother, my mother's concubine, and the ladies of the palaces. My father has just woken up, and if I stay there, I might only make him unhappy."

"How could that be? Father has high expectations for you, so he is very strict. Now you are not a child anymore, and it is time for you to marry a wife. You should concentrate and stop playing around all the time."

Shen Zhaoyi nodded reluctantly. He didn't want to marry a queen. He had heard about the unpleasant things that happened between his second brother and his new queen.

Seeing that Shen Zhaoyi didn't want to be taught, Shen Zhaoyan said no more, "Okay, I have to leave the palace. When you are free, go to Mingyi Palace to accompany your father."

"I understand, my brother."

When Shen Zhaoyan gradually walked away and saw that there was no one around, Shen Zhaoyi hurriedly covered his chest and cried out in pain.

Is Yan Ci's head made of iron? It hurt so much when he hit his chest.