Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Just as she was about to continue speaking, Yun Qiang walked in from outside holding a cup of tea.

"Princess, Miss Qiu, please have some tea."

Shen Furong glanced at Yun Qiang and did not continue the previous topic. She turned to Qiu Fuqiu and said, "I know what you said. It's getting late now. You should go back early."

The tea had just been served, and without even asking Qiu Fuqiu to take a sip, they hurriedly sent people away. Even though Qiu Fuqiu was a careless person, she could tell something was wrong.

But Shen Furong obviously didn't want to say more, and Qiu Fuqiu didn't know her attitude towards the marriage, so she didn't dare to say much and got up to leave.

Watching Qiu Fuqiu walking away, Yun Qiang bowed her head, saluted, and slowly retreated. Then Shen Zhaoyi strode in.

Ever since Shen Zhaoyi was conferred the title of Prince Lian, he moved from Yuqing Palace to Prince Lian's Mansion, and it was no longer as convenient for him to visit Shen Furong as before.

Shen Furong and Shen Zhaoyan are twins, a boy and a girl. They look 70% similar, but Shen Zhaoyi's features are more like Qiu Wenzhu, with a thin face and deep and straight eyebrows.

On weekdays, he always smiles, giving people a clean and warm feeling, but the smile never reaches the bottom of his deep eyes.

Today he was wearing a black robe, and the cloud-patterned boots of the same color on his feet appeared and disappeared as he walked.

"Sister Royal."

Shen Zhaoyi walked straight in and sat at the small table opposite Shen Furong. One of the two cups of tea on the table happened to be placed here.

Shen Furong raised her eyes and looked at Shen Zhaoyi, her voice unable to tell whether she was happy or angry, "How long have you been here?"

Shen Zhaoyi picked up the cup of tea, gently used the tea lid to skim off the foam, stared at the light brown tea and said, "I've been here for a while. My sister wants to ask me what I heard, right?"

As he spoke, he looked up and met Shen Furong's gaze. "I just heard you talking about Chidi. What's wrong with Chidi? I heard from cousin Qiu that you want to agree. What do you want to agree to?"

Shen Furong shook her head. "Nothing. I just think Chidi is too remote. It's not a good place."

Shen Zhaoyi immediately agreed: "Who said it wasn't? It should have been destroyed long ago."

These words made Shen Furong, who was looking at Shen Zhaoyi, tighten her gaze. When she looked at Shen Zhaoyi again, the latter had turned to the teacup in his hand as if nothing had happened.

He lifted the lid of the teapot, his nose twitched slightly, and he sniffed the tea. He said with regret, "The taste of this tea is far inferior to that of my sister."

Shen Furong glared at him and said, "You drank so much last time, and you still haven't had enough."

"Of course not. If I hadn't moved out of the palace, I would have come to ask my sister for tea every day."

Shen Furong looked at her brother's bright and cheerful smile, and the bitterness in her heart faded away a little, and she also revealed a gentle smile.

After Shen Zhaoyi accompanied Shen Furong for dinner, he left the palace and returned home.

As soon as he left the palace, Emperor Tiancheng Shen Zhaoyan received the news.

"Your Majesty, Prince Lian has just left the palace."

Zuo Chun bent his waist and reported carefully.

Since the death of the late emperor, Yang Zhao, the former chief eunuch in front of the emperor, volunteered to accompany the late emperor and went to the imperial mausoleum with the late emperor to guard the tomb for the late emperor.

After Shen Zhaoyan ascended the throne, the position of eunuch in front of the emperor became vacant. At that time, Zuo Chun had served before Emperor Tianqing and was considered an experienced veteran, so he was kept to serve.

Shen Zhaoyan flipped through the memorial in his hand and nodded without raising his head.

Zuo Chun found himself in a bad situation. With a pale and uncertain face, he hunched over and retreated. He stood at the gate of Yongyan Palace and looked at the sky which was gradually getting darker.

He thought that the new emperor would be afraid of Prince Lian, so he paid more attention to him. However, the new emperor's indifferent response made him unable to guess whether he was right or wrong.

At this time, Shen Zhaoyan in Yongyan Palace was still looking through the memorials, but Dao Ji beside him had disappeared.

There are shadows everywhere in the night, and few people are around.

The wind blew on the empty street, making the leaves rustle. A black cat suddenly jumped out, screamed, and disappeared into the night.

Shen Zhaoyi did not ride a horse or take a carriage. He walked leisurely all the way from the imperial palace to Prince Lian's mansion.

The road was not far, and walking slowly would not only allow him to take a walk, but also allow him to sort out his thoughts and...

With a "whoosh", a sharp arrow in the darkness brushed past his neck.

Shen Zhaoyi raised his hand and touched his neck, feeling a slight pain. He looked in the direction where the sharp arrow came from in the darkness, his pupils constricted, and he was ready for battle.

There was the sound of tiles on the roofs on both sides of the road, and then several men in black jumped down from above, each holding a sword and wearing a black scarf, and surrounded Shen Zhaoyi.

A sneer appeared on Shen Zhaoyi's lips, thinking that his long journey was not in vain.

He shouted into the void: "Jing Feng!"

Like a ghost, a shadow that could not be seen clearly flashed by suddenly. Several men in black only felt a flash before their eyes and a sudden pain in their necks. The hands that covered their necks were already covered in blood. They only had time to make a few crackling sounds before they fell down.

The leader hiding in the dark saw the situation and realized that they had fallen into a trap, so he retreated decisively.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved his feet, he felt a pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness.

Jing Feng dragged the only living person to Shen Zhaoyi and threw him to the ground like garbage.

Shen Zhaoyi looked at the man in black whose black scarf had fallen off. In the dim moonlight, he could barely see that the man had a fairly decent appearance.

It looks familiar.

"died?"

Jing Feng raised his foot and kicked the man in black, and replied: "Dizzy."

Shen Zhaoyi nodded and said, "Take him back and don't let him die."

Jing Feng nodded, picked up one of the black-clothed man's feet, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Shen Zhaoyi smiled and continued to walk slowly towards Prince Lian’s palace.

As the night deepened, Zuo Chun, who was about to fall asleep while standing, suddenly startled, glanced at the candle that was still lit in the hall, and yawned.

Your Majesty is really patient. The previous emperor never endured this long.

Young people, that’s great!

Zuo Chun sighed inwardly and was about to lean against the pillar next to him to take a nap. Just as he leaned back, a man walked in from outside.

"Knife guard?"

Dao Ji glanced at Zuo Chun coldly and walked into the hall without stopping.

Zuo Chun rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was just sleepy. He had never seen Dao Ji go out, so how come he came back from outside?

Could it be that he just fell asleep and didn't know it?

It should be, 80% likely, definitely.

Otherwise, could the sword guard have grown wings and could he fly away?

Dao Ji walked quickly into Yongyan Palace and saw Shen Zhaoyan, who was sitting in the upper seat, still concentrating on reading the memorials. The candle that he had lit when it was getting dark was about to burn out.

The lights flickered, looking so weak that it seemed as if a single breath could blow them out.

Dao Ji walked up to Shen Zhaoyan, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Maruchi has been arrested."