Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Shen Furong asked back: "Who do you think she will tell?"

"Yan Ci."

Shen Zhaoyi's confidence made Shen Furong's heart skip a beat, but she soon calmed down, "They are good friends, so it is natural to tell her. So you asked me to spread this false news to test Yan Ci?"

"Exactly."

Shen Zhaoyi sipped the tea, and his thoughts scattered along with the aroma of the tea.

He had been secretly investigating Yan Ci since the second time he met him.

According to the information found, Yan Ci is a serious lady from a noble family. She has read a lot of books under the guidance of Yan Tongxing since she was a child, and she has a beautiful handwriting.

After her father died, she followed her mother to remarry and became the stepdaughter of her uncle Yan Tonglin and the thirteenth lady of the Yan family.

What he found out was very common, but Shen Zhaoyi felt that the Yan Ci he knew was different from what he found out, but he couldn't tell exactly where the difference was.

It was not until he saw Yan Ci being chased by his second brother Shen Zhaoyan in the palace that he realized that he might have overlooked some details.

The former Yan Ci might have been a well-behaved and well-mannered lady, but a Yan Ci who is involved with both the Eastern Palace and Prince Xiang's Mansion must have big ambitions.

So, he took this opportunity to really test Yan Ci's true strength.

Qiu Fuqiu was a little absent-minded, and her mind was still confused even when she got on the carriage back to the Qiu Mansion.

She originally wanted to go to the palace to help Yan Ci find out how the Crown Princess died, but suddenly she heard the explosive news that the Crown Prince was going to choose a new Crown Princess.

She could see that Yan Ci and the Crown Princess had a close relationship, otherwise why would she be so sad when she learned that the Crown Princess had passed away? If Yan Ci knew the news, given his personality, who knows what he would do.

But if I don’t tell Yan Ci, and wait until the matter is settled before letting him know, will she be even angrier?

Qiu Fuqiu was struggling internally, not knowing whether to say it or not.

The coachman seemed to have known her thoughts for a long time, and went straight to Yan Mansion from the palace gate.

After the car stopped at the gate of Yan's residence, he shouted to the carriage, "Miss, we have arrived at Yan's residence."

Qiu Fuqiu was stunned and was about to ask the driver to drive away. She had not yet decided whether to tell Yan Ci.

Before the carriage moved, a surprised voice was heard.

"Hey, whose carriage is this? Why is it parked here?"

Then another male voice said, "That's the Qiu family's carriage. What's the point of making such a fuss?"

"Hmph, if you ask me, is there anyone in the car?"

Through the curtain, Qiu Fuqiu saw a figure sneaking up to the carriage, trying to peek into the interior.

The coachman Uncle Zhang saw someone approaching and drove him away with a stern face, "Who are you? Our eldest daughter is still in the carriage, stay away."

The voice snorted disdainfully, "Young Miss, you are so great, why did you park your car in front of someone else's house? Don't you know that this is the entrance to the Yan Mansion? You should stay away from it!"

Qiu Fuqiu was just about to lift the curtain to fight back when she saw another figure walk up to the car window and cup his hands and say, "Ding Si greets Miss Qiu. I wonder if Miss Qiu is here to see my daughter?"

Qiu Fuqiu knew Ding Si and knew that he was Yan Ci's close follower. When she heard Ding Si introduce himself, she lifted the curtain and said, "Yes, I just arrived. Is Ah Ci in the mansion?"

Ding Si bowed his head and said, "The girl is here. I will go and tell her."

"No, I'll go in and find her."

Having said that, Qiu Fuqiu got off the carriage. At that moment, she saw the sneaky young man.

I couldn't see what the man looked like through the car curtain just now, but just by hearing his voice, I felt that he was even worse than Xie Chengyin.

When she saw the person, she found that he was a handsome young man, and her face immediately blushed.

Cong Xi looked at the young girl who got off the car and knew that this was the Miss Qiu whom Ding Si had just called. However, he didn't care whether she was Miss Qiu or Miss Chun. He just looked at this girl, her face flushed and her eyes full of spring. Could it be that... she had a fever?

"Miss, I think you don't look good. Can I...oh no...take your pulse?"

Ding Si glanced at Cong Xi coldly, "What diagnosis are you talking about? Miss Qiu doesn't need you."

Since Cong Xi started living in the inn with him, he would take everyone's pulse every day. If he didn't know that he was really a doctor, he would have thought that he was taking the opportunity to be a hooligan.

Because all the patients who came for diagnosis were women, and they were all very beautiful.

Cong Xi ignored Ding Si and stared at Qiu Fuqiu hard, making her face turn redder.

Qiu Fuqiu was a straightforward person, and she rarely felt shy. After a brief moment of shyness, she stretched out her hand, showing her snow-white wrist, and said cheerfully, "Go ahead and examine me."

Cong was delighted. He took out a pure white silk handkerchief from his bosom and covered Qiu Fuqiu's fair wrist with it. He placed two fingers on it and began to carefully check her pulse.

The pulse is stringy and not stretched. Although the heartbeat is a little disordered now, it feels a little tense. I think it is because of the frequent mood swings, the frequent dreams and little sleep at night, which should be caused by the emotional imbalance.

Knowing what was going on, Cong Xi withdrew his hand and took the handkerchief back into his arms. He then said to Qiu Fuqiu, "I see that the young lady's pulse is correct and she needs to adjust her emotions and relax her mind. Don't worry too much or you will hurt yourself and others."

Qiu Fuqiu was stunned. The blush on her face had completely faded, and she looked embarrassed as if her thoughts had been exposed.

"Where did this liar come from? He is just talking nonsense. Ding Si, where did this person come from?"

Ding Si nodded, "Don't take it to heart, Miss Qiu. He is just like that. The girl is in the courtyard. I will take you there."

Qiu Fuqiu glanced at Cong Xi and followed Ding Si to Yan Mansion.

Congxi stood there for a while, but did not follow.

If you don't believe him, you will suffer.

Not only did he take Qiu Fuqiu's pulse, he also secretly told her fortune. Although this woman had a bumpy love life, she would eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The conclusion he gave was both a pulse diagnosis suggestion and the direction of the hexagram, which could help him avoid detours.

But the girl didn't believe him.

Cong Xi sighed. It was all because he was too young. He lacked the immortal demeanor and high respectability he had as an old man, so he was always regarded as a liar.

When Qiu Fuqiu entered Liufangyuan, the first thing she said was to complain about meeting Congxi at the door.

Yan Ci couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this, "Miss Qiu, that man is not a liar. Don't be fooled by his young appearance, he is a miracle doctor."

"Miracle doctor?"

Yan Ci nodded, "He knows how to tell fortunes. I think he has figured out who your future ideal husband will be."

Qiu Fuqiu's eyes lit up, "Who is it?"

"Of course it's Yongding Hou Xie Chengyi."

Hearing this, Qiu Fuqiu immediately realized that Yan Ci had played a trick on her. She turned around and smiled as she tickled the area on Yan Ci's waist. She tickled Yan Ci until his eyes were filled with tears and he begged for mercy repeatedly.

After playing around, Yan Ci wiped the tears from his eyes and asked Qiu Fuqiu, "What brought you here today?"

Qiu Fuqiu paused, and thought of the news from Shen Furong, and her heart became conflicted again.

Yan Ci looked at Qiu Fuqiu who suddenly fell silent with doubt, guessing that she had something important to tell her. She did not urge her, but waited for Qiu Fuqiu to decide whether to speak or not.