After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

Nanny Wu's gaze lingered for a long time on the half-open window upstairs.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her slightly weathered face, reflecting a complex expression.

She sighed softly, as if she was weighing a myriad of thoughts in her mind, and finally mustered up the courage, her voice low and somewhat uncertain.

"…Looking at the state of the lady, although she doesn't seem panicked, she can hardly hide the waves in her heart. I just hope that this moment of peace can comfort her a little."

"In that case, let's do as Madam said and let Madam enjoy this tranquility alone."

A man in gorgeous clothes walked out slowly, his tone gentle but unquestionable.

His eyes were deep, as if he could see through the most subtle corners of people's hearts. "Everyone, please behave yourself and do not disturb Madam's meditation."

After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly, signaling Nanny Wu to leave, and he turned and walked into the depths of the kitchen, leaving the women looking at each other, each speculating in their hearts.

Qin Suling stayed out of the chaos, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.

She gently stroked the yellowed pages of the book in her hand, her fingertips wandering between the lines, but her mood was as unrooted as duckweed.

After reading only a few pages, an inexplicable drowsiness came over her like a tide, gently enveloping her.

Qin Suling did not struggle, but slowly placed the book on his face, while his other hand gently tapped the edge of the couch.

The rhythm seemed to be there and not there, echoing the indescribable melody in my heart.

Lying on the Xiangfei couch, she gradually closed her eyes, and her breathing became long and even, as if her whole body and mind were absorbed in this tranquility.

The dream came quietly, with a hint of self-comforting tenderness, gently pulling Qin Suling away from the troubles of reality.

And in this quiet afternoon, a pair of sharp eyes were quietly watching everything she did.

Qi Qiyuan sat upright on the roof, holding a booklet in his hand that recorded what he had seen and heard today.

His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, and it was obvious that he had his own considerations about Qin Suling's reaction.

In the end, he felt that words could not fully capture his complex state of mind, so he simply lifted a tile, took out a paintbrush, and carefully sketched on paper.

As the brushstrokes move, a vivid portrait gradually takes shape. Qin Suling in the painting has a tranquil face with a hint of imperceptible toughness. Her closed eyes seem to be able to see through everything in the world, yet she still retains the innocence and gentleness of a girl.

Qi Qiyuan looked at his masterpiece, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he secretly praised it in his heart.

Afterwards, he and Qin Suling embarked on a journey to Yangzhou, aiming directly at the intricate network between Baiwanlou and Hangzhou prefect Zhang Chengrui.

That million-dollar building was not only a tool for Zhang Chengrui to make money, but also a hotbed for him to weave a power network and collude with the powerful.

What is even more shocking is that the hidden booklets in the building record the comings and goings of countless guests, and each transaction reveals the ugly face of power-for-money transactions.

In the city of Hangzhou, the officialdom is corrupt, people's hearts are no longer as pure as before, and everything seems to be caught in a chaos of black and white.

However, in the eyes of Qi Qiyuan and Qin Suling, the truth of the world will eventually come out, and they vow to clear the clouds and restore clarity to this land.

The Million-Door Building stands tall and majestic. Its splendor does not only come from its magnificent appearance, but also from the intricate network of power behind it.

The son of the deputy prefect of Hangzhou City was able to step into this place with an extraordinary appearance. It was not because of his family background, but the undercurrent of the Shen family in the capital that gently pushed him to the center of the storm.

The Shen family is a behemoth closely connected with the royal bloodline. Its children are all known for their strict self-discipline, and their actions are full of unquestionable majesty and depth.

However, Shen Ziyou seemed like a touch of unruly wind in this solemn mansion. His eyes flashed with contempt for the world and self-indulgence. He claimed to be talented and brilliant, but in fact he was just a carefully crafted chess piece that fell into Zhang Chengrui's unfathomable chess game.

This man has the support of Fangcheng. As the think tank under the Third Prince, he is meticulous and every move he makes carries a deep meaning.

He brought people into the game not to directly shake the foundation of the Shen family, but to lay more allies and escape routes for himself in the ever-changing officialdom.

Even though Shen Ziyou's talent is mediocre, he has become an indispensable chess piece because of his background and the subtle connection with the Shen family.

Zhang Chengrui thought that if he could use this route to get to the prince's ship, it would be like adding a double insurance to the third prince's camp.

However, life is like a game of chess, and there are always more games within the game.

Just when Zhang Chengrui was secretly feeling proud of himself, Qi Qiyuan quietly joined the game.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Since the beginning of the investigation, he had locked onto the various conspiracies of Baiwanlou and Zhang Chengrui.

Qi Qiyuan acted not only because of his duty, but also because of personal grudges.

Just like oil boiling over fire, let him swear to root out all evil.

……

The night fell, as dark as ink, slowly enveloping the entire mansion.

Inside and outside the courtyard, the candlelight flickered like stars falling into the mortal world, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime, but adding a bit of tranquility and mystery.

Qi Qiyuan was wearing a loose black robe with fluttering sleeves, as if he was a dark shadow walking out of the night. He sat alone at the desk, holding the pen like a sword, writing rapidly.

His broad shoulders and tight waist could not be concealed by the wide robe. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his handsome face carried an indescribable majesty and coldness, and his brows showed a deep insight into the world.

On the desk, official documents piled up like a mountain, stained with ink, and every stroke seemed to carry a heavy weight.

However, Qi Qiyuan's expression did not show any sign of tiredness. His eyes were firm and deep, as if they could penetrate the back of the paper and look directly into the darkest corners of people's hearts.

Shen Ling stood by the window behind him, the moonlight and candlelight intertwined, outlining his slender figure.

He held the booklet he brought back from Xiu Ya Pavilion tightly in his hand, and sighed softly with every page he turned. His voice was filled with both helplessness and indignation: "Everyone says that the officialdom is corrupt and that forming cliques for personal gain is rampant. I never thought that this method of forming a clique is so ingenious and amazing."

Upon hearing this, Qi Qiyuan paused his pen tip and curled up his lips in a sneer. That smile contained both mockery of the world's fickleness and insight into the rules of the game of power.

"Power and beauty have always been the best partners since ancient times, relying on each other and using each other. This person is indeed an expert. In the name of one cabinet, he has tied many officials together tightly. If anyone has any other intentions in the future, this booklet will be the best shackles."

At this point, he seemed to remember something, and his tone became heavier. He turned to look at Shen Ling, with a complicated light in his eyes: "Tell your cousin that this matter will be put aside for now, but if there is similar behavior again, I, Qi Qiyuan, will not show mercy and will make him know that there are some bottom lines that cannot be touched."

Shen Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but also felt a little embarrassed.

He coughed lightly to hide the turmoil in his heart: "Don't worry, I've already explained the pros and cons to my great-aunt and uncle when I got home that day, and they will consider what to do."

Qi Qiyuan nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied with Shen Ling's answer, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

When he mentioned his cousin, he was actually reminding Shen Ling that the matter was far more complicated than it seemed.

The safety of half of the officials in the capital, and even the stability of the entire court, depends on this matter.

Shen Ling pondered secretly in his heart, recalling the peerless beauty of the woman in the Baiwan Building. Even a romantic figure like him who had seen countless men could not help but admire her.

If they had not intervened in time, their cousin's momentary thought might have really caused an unpredictable storm.

He secretly rejoiced, and at the same time he had a deeper understanding of Qi Qiyuan's persistence and madness.

That persistence in justice and protection of the bottom line are what he admires most.

The night wind blew, the candlelight flickered, and the figures of the two people appeared more determined in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Shen Ling knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, as long as he fought side by side with Qi Qiyuan, nothing would be impossible.

This friendship is more precious than any power or beauty.