Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

The curve of Zhu Zheng's mouth froze on her face. She turned her head stiffly and looked at the man lying on her side.

The person on the couch had his eyes closed and was breathing lightly.

The pillow was covered with jet-black hair, revealing a bit of white jaw, and the clear and delicate outline could be vaguely seen.

Zhu Zheng felt dizzy, and in her head, which was swollen and groggy from the hangover, it seemed as if a string suddenly broke.

Wrong, all wrong...

She took risks on the chessboard in order to avoid repeating the same mistakes. She drank the full glass of wine at the banquet and broke into Nanyuan in the middle of the night. She had carefully calculated every step. Why was it not Wen Boqiu who was on the couch now...

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is who went to Wen Boqiu's room again...

Is she still my elder sister?

When this thought came to her mind, Zhu Zheng suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if there was an invisible rope tied around her neck, pulling at her, her sister, and the entire Zhu family... back into the same abyss.

Zhu Zheng got off the couch, picked up her clothes and put them on, then opened the window to take a look at the sky outside. After confirming that there was no one there, she reached out to open the door.

Just as she touched the door bolt, she felt a sudden force on her waist. She was pulled violently and fell backwards, with her back hitting a solid chest heavily.

Zhu Zheng felt as if struck by lightning. An unfamiliar chill enveloped her whole body, and the gaze behind her was like a cold blade pressed against the back of her neck.

"…Morning." She almost didn't know how she started to speak, "Master Taifu."

There was a faint "hmm" from above my head.

After a long while, a tired voice with some indescribable meaning was heard, sounding lazily.

"So, you know who I am."

His voice was deep, with a hint of hoarseness from the morning, and quite moving.

There was a way out right in front of her, but a hand was firmly pressing on the door bolt. There seemed to be a faint scent of cold plum blossoms at the tip of her nose, like an invisible net that bound Zhu Zheng tightly here.

Zhu Zheng lowered her eyes and looked at the embroidery on the crimson and silver cuffs.

She had an impression of this official robe. Purple was the most respected color in Dayong. Apart from the royal family, there was only one person who had the final say in the court... Grand Tutor Rong Yan.

There is a famous nursery rhyme about this person that is sung in the streets and alleys, "With the face of a lotus and the bones of a general, Dayong is lucky to have the attention of the heaven."

This nursery rhyme has been passed down from mouth to mouth, praising his exquisite talent. Every policy and order he makes blesses the people and corrects the country. He is the reincarnation of the star in the sky, and he cares about the world and has no desires or demands.

"Your Excellency's reputation is well-known, so I naturally recognize him." Zhu Zheng said calmly.

The Zhu family had almost no power in the court, and even sat in the corner during routine palace banquets, and had little interaction with Rong Yan.

Except for one time when he accidentally bumped into Rong Yan's carriage at the palace gate, the Grand Tutor was so busy that he probably wouldn't remember such a small matter.

But she still felt uneasy, and asked tentatively: "Sir... do you recognize me?"

The person behind him was silent for a moment, then said solemnly, "Turn around."

Zhu Zheng closed her eyes. There was no way to avoid this confrontation. Even if she knew how to dig a hole, she would probably be grabbed by the tail and hung upside down before she could bend down and crawl out.

She took a deep breath and slowly turned her head.

But when I saw it, I was stunned at first.

The young man in front of him had a handsome face, his clothes were loose and his belt was untied. His pupils under his deep eyebrows were not dark, but reflected a clear amber color, which added a bit of elegance and solemnity.

In her vague impression, Rong Yan had never referred to a living person. He was just a resounding and cold name, surrounded by a circle of illusory compliments. She had never seen such...

...Uh, approachable.

It took Zhu Zheng a long while to realize that she was distracted. She cleared her throat and forced a deliberate smile.

Seeing her smile, Rong Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, as if he was ready to speak.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency!"

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door, followed by a clear female voice.

The tense atmosphere at the door was suddenly broken.

"Excuse me, is the distinguished guest awake?" she continued to ask.

Zhu Zheng trembled through the door. This was her elder sister's voice!

"What's the matter?" Rong Yan responded coldly.

Seeing someone answering the call outside the door, he said anxiously, "I am sorry to bother you with your peace and quiet, but I just want to ask if you have seen a girl around 90cm tall, wearing a light yellow spring gown?"

Zhu Zheng, who was wearing a goose yellow shirt, felt her back stiffen. She never thought that her elder sister would find her here. The situation was a mess right now, and she must not involve her elder sister in it.

Biting the tip of her tongue and forcing herself to calm down quickly, Zhu Zheng subconsciously looked at Rong Yan. He also looked at her leisurely and tapped the door bolt twice with his knuckles.

Just now she was hoping Rong Yan would let go, but now she was afraid Rong Yan would let go. Zhu Zheng held the door bolt tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.

Zhu Qing outside the door hadn't heard any movement for a long time, "Dear guest...are you still listening?"

Rong Yan moved his mouth as if preparing to respond, but Zhu Zheng, as if facing a formidable enemy, suddenly stretched out his two hands and covered his mouth tightly.

This action was beyond the rules, but Rong Yan did not show any intention of struggling. There was not a single fluctuation in his clear and cautious eyes, and he remained motionless as a mountain and allowed her to be so audacious.

Zhu Zheng didn't care about anything else. He only knew that he had already responded before, and if he didn't speak now, Zhu Qing would not leave.

She could only ask him to lie for her.

"The person outside is my young lady. You must not let her find out that I am here, otherwise she will be severely punished." Zhu Zheng lowered her voice, put her index finger on her lips, her eyes full of pleading.

"Master Taifu, please protect me."

Rong Yan twitched his eyelashes slightly, as if tacitly agreeing.

Zhu Zheng let go of his hand.

The silhouette reflected on the diamond-shaped gauze on the door frame was her closest relative who had been separated from her for more than ten years. Her emotions were in turmoil and her eyes were aching uncontrollably. A tear hung at the corner of her eye, and was shaken off as she moved.

There was a small rouge mole on her right cheek. The tear rolled across the mole, all the way across her delicate and small jaw, and disappeared beside her snow-white neck.

Rong Yan's gaze fell on the tear mark, and he suddenly raised his hand, bent his knuckles and placed them on her cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

His movements were gentle, but his voice was not lowered.

Zhu Zheng was horrified and had no time to avoid his actions. She immediately heard questions coming from outside.

"Who are you talking to, sir?"