Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Not long after Han Liang went in, Yan Ru brought her two sisters back to Guanshui Pavilion. Seeing that the second floor was already crowded with people, she curled the corners of her lips slightly, feeling a sense of revenge in her heart.

"Look, look, it's a man!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, but everyone's attention was drawn over there. Everyone looked up, stretching their necks like geese watching a show.

As the voice fell, a disheveled man ran out of the house in panic.

Another voice: "Look, there's another one!"

Then another man ran out, also in disheveled clothes, which made the audience drop their jaws in shock.

Two men in the same room, both in such a miserable state, can't help but make people think a lot.

As the crowd pointed and talked, the man who ran out from the back was perhaps too frightened, his feet slipped, and he fell with a plop. The clothes that covered his face fell to the ground, revealing his true face.

Yan Ru's eyes suddenly widened, full of disbelief. Was she dazzled? Why did this man look like Han Liang?

Looking at that wrinkled red clothes, it really seems to be Han Liang!

There were naturally people in the crowd who knew Han Liang, and they just wanted to watch the fun and said, "Why do I think the guy coming out from the back looks like the young master of the Han Mansion?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked towards the person who had fallen to the ground, and began to ponder the matter carefully.

It seems to be really Mr. Han.

Han Liang was extremely panicked. It would have been fine if the person he saw when he opened his eyes was not the Thirteenth Girl he had been thinking about, but why was he seeing a shifty and stinky man?

His innocence!

Trembling in her heart, she hurriedly picked up her clothes, covered her head and ran away. As long as he didn't admit it, he was not Han Liang.

But everyone present had clear eyes and saw it clearly, and it could not be covered up by denying it.

Han Liang, still frightened, returned to the mansion and immediately locked himself in the yard, ordering the servant to fetch water for a bath.

While soaking in the tub, his brain, which had been stagnant, began to work. He didn't know how he fainted in that room, as if something had grabbed his feet first.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his legs that were submerged in the water. His lush leg hair extended all the way to his ankles, but there were no signs of injury on the rare yellow-white skin of his ankles.

Is it possible that I saw a ghost?

Han Liang startled instantly and jumped out of the bathtub. Not caring that his body was naked and covered with water droplets, he ran to the bed and dived into the quilt to cover himself tightly.

Oh my God, could it be that someone is jealous of his beauty and wants to harm him?

"Bang bang bang!"

Han Liang curled up in the quilt and dared not say a word.

"Bang, bang, bang! Master!"

Hearing the voice, Han Liang peeked out from behind the corner of the quilt, "Who!"

"Master, this is Dongping. Are you done washing? Do you need more water?"

Upon hearing that it was his attendant Dong Ping, Han Liang breathed a sigh of relief and crawled out from under the quilt. Only then did he see the naked body. He got out of bed to get his clothes while responding to Dong Ping.

"I'm done washing, come in and clean up."

After getting the young master's promise, Dongping pushed the door open, tidied the room quickly, and finally ordered someone to carry the bathtub out.

After finishing all this, Dongping turned around and helped Han Liang take care of his wet hair.

"Master, why did you come back so soon? Did Miss Thirteen miss you again?"

Dongping’s words reminded Han Liang. Yes, he went there only after receiving the letter from Thirteenth Miss, but where was Thirteenth Miss?

"Go and get the letter sent by Miss Thirteen."

Dongping put down the comb, turned and walked towards the small study next to him, and came back with a note after a while.

"Master."

Han Liang took the note and opened it, only to see a few simple words written in beautiful handwriting: Flower Festival, one quarter past ten o'clock, Guanshui Pavilion B, room three, see you there.

The signature says thirteen.

Who else but Miss Thirteen?

Thinking about how quietly he entered the room and how he was attacked before he could even see the person on the bed, Han Liang felt that he had guessed everything.

Yes, it was Yan Ci. It must be Yan Ci who was harming him!

His father told him that Thirteenth Miss did not agree to the marriage, and he thought that his charm did not impress her. He did not expect that she was a vicious woman with a lot of bad intentions, and now she came to ruin his reputation.

He angrily crumpled the note into his hand and threw it to the ground, "Stinky girl!"

After getting angry, Han Liang went to bed. A ungrateful little girl was not worth his trouble. He had to stay alert as he had several other girls to meet tomorrow.

Yan Ru, who was writing in the bamboo courtyard of the Yan Mansion, couldn't sleep. Looking at Yan Ci who had returned to the mansion safely, Yan Ru almost bit his teeth to pieces.

Everything was calculated just right, how could she have gotten away safely? If she had known, she should have waited at the door.

But she was still a young girl, and she thought she couldn't eavesdrop on others doing that kind of thing.

It was too late to say anything now. Not only did he fail to teach Yan Ci a lesson this time, but he also implicated Master Han. Yan Ru grabbed the handkerchief in his hand and tore it apart fiercely, as if the handkerchief was Yan Ci.

The morning light was dim, the golden crow rose slowly from the horizon, the rosy glow filled the entire East Capital, and the cool breeze of early spring brought the fragrance of the leaves.

The rumor that the son of the Minister of Honglu Temple slept with a man at night spread like wildfire in just one night, even overshadowing the excitement of the prince's selection of a concubine.

Inside the imperial palace, Emperor Tianqing sat on the dragon throne in the Longchang Hall. His sharp eyes swept across the faces of the civil and military officials below one by one, but he paused for a moment where Han Qi, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, was.

Thinking of the news that came this morning, Emperor Tianqing's majestic expression was tinged with a bit of disgust, but when he saw the prince standing in front of all the officials, his expression softened.

A deep voice echoed in the hall.

"Now that the Crown Prince is selecting his concubine, the selection of the concubines must be extremely careful and must not be neglected, especially their character. We must not allow those with flaws to sneak in. Ministry of Revenue."

The Minister of Revenue, Yan Tonglin, who was named, stepped out and bowed: "I am here."

"Your Ministry of Revenue is responsible for the selection list, and the candidates must be strictly examined."

"The minister obeys the order."

Yan Tonglin responded with his head lowered, sweat dripping from his face. After he felt the Emperor Tianqing's intimidating gaze move away, he slowly retreated back to his original position.

On the way to the morning court, everyone has heard some rumors. And His Majesty happened to say that the Crown Prince should pay attention to the character when choosing a concubine. Wasn't this an indirect reference to the protagonist of the rumor?

Han Qi, the father of the protagonist, didn't even dare to breathe during the entire morning court session.

He has completely lost face. No wonder he stepped on a pile of dog shit as soon as he went out. If he had known this, he would have asked for leave today.

Only a genius would know it earlier!

After finally waiting for the court session to end, Han Qi fled out of the palace and returned home.

Yan Tonglin watched Han Qi leave and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the two families had not finalized the marriage, otherwise he would have been criticized as well.