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

Zhu Zheng suddenly felt enlightened, and all the questions she had been thinking about before the banquet seemed to have answers.

I've already said why the Grand Tutor had to come all this way in person just to deliver a message. So this is what he was planning...

Then why didn't you question her directly when you first met?

Zhu Zheng didn't have the courage to ask this question.

At this moment, her fear far outweighed her confusion, and she hurriedly comforted Rong Yan, "Master Taifu has also heard what my grandmother said. I have been unruly since I was a child, and my memory is very bad. It has been a long time since the Waterside Poetry Festival, and I was very drunk, so I can't remember anything at all. If I have offended you, Master, Zhu Zheng sincerely apologizes to you. Please forgive me, Master. Can you please let this little misunderstanding go..."

Rong Yan: "Is this all you want to say?"

Zhu Zheng nodded tentatively.

Rong Yan's eyes darkened, but his expression was as calm as a still well. "You're just talking, and this is your sincerity?"

Zhu Zheng was a little distracted. She turned sideways to look behind Rong Yan, then suddenly shrank her shoulders and pulled Rong Yan's sleeve, "Master, follow me."

Zhu Zheng stealthily led him into the east courtyard where she lived, then sneaked back to her room, took out a gray cloth bundle stealthily, and stuffed it into his arms.

"What is it?" Rong Yan asked.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Zhu Zheng looked around cautiously and said, "Master, take it quickly."

Rong Yan frowned slightly and untied a corner of the bundle, revealing a piece of lavender cloth inside.

Just now at the Chuihua Gate, Zhu Zheng suddenly saw a shadow approaching, and it seemed to be Nanny Gui. She was distracted and thought about finding a place to talk. As she was thinking, she remembered a worry.

She was an unmarried girl, and she had a men's robe hidden in her boudoir.

Zhu Zheng got off the car in a hurry last time, and she returned home in a panic, only to find that she had put Rong Yan's cloak back on.

She could only wash it secretly, drying it in the dark and putting it away before daybreak, like a thief for fear of being seen, otherwise she would not be able to explain herself even if she had eight hundred mouths.

"This is for you, my Lord." Zhu Zheng bowed her hands. "My Lord, you call me Lord, and I am a humble man. Naturally, my Lord will not bear grudges against me. I know you are upset when you see me, so you should just treat me as a dead person. I promise that I will never appear in front of you again, and I will not let you remember even a little bit of me."

There was a huge weeping crabapple tree planted at the entrance of the east courtyard. Zhu Zheng and Rong Yan stood under the tree, their hair caressed by the breeze.

Rong Yan's gaze was ambiguous. It stayed on her for a while. He ignored the bag and started a new conversation.

"The Rong Mansion's schedule has been leaked recently. I asked someone to check and it turned out to be someone from your house."

Zhu Zheng choked and stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning.

She almost completely forgot about the spies she had planted in the Grand Tutor's Mansion. She was so busy these days that she forgot to read the official bulletin and also forgot to withdraw the spies.

Placing spies in the Rong Mansion was as dangerous as plucking hair from a tiger's mouth. She was very nervous and didn't know how Rong Yan was going to deal with the matter.

He has always been very secretive, and when he is silent and doesn't laugh, he looks difficult to get along with.

Zhu Zheng's eyes roamed across his face unabashedly, sometimes suspicious, sometimes alert, and sometimes feeling indescribable fear.

Suddenly, she remembered the words she heard that day: I don't know how much older he is than her. At this moment, she was wondering if he was possessed by a demon that brought disaster to the country and the people, or an immortal demon wearing a human skin mask...

Before Zhu Zheng could come up with any idea, she heard Rong Yan speak in a calm voice.

"Miss Zhu lied first and then held back. Rong did not bring any charges against her, but Miss Zhu tried every possible means to avoid meeting me, hiding from me like the plague."

His tone was as calm as ever, and he stated the facts as if he was talking about the weather or an object, but somehow Zhu Zheng could hear a hint of resentment in his voice.

He broke into the house today and advanced step by step. If he wasn't coming to call for punishment, what else could it be?

She looked up at Rong Yan and found that he was also looking down at her. She replied awkwardly, "I don't have any..."

"You..." Rong Yan hesitated and suddenly paused.

"...That's all."

Zhu Zheng, who was still thinking about how to get back at the issue, heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Rong Yan say, "Forget it."

She didn't have time to worry about whether the Grand Tutor was tired or just bored. In any case, "forget it" was definitely the best thing for her.

This was a very suitable sentence to say before leaving. Then he seemed to be talking to himself, "On the way here, I thought you would be happy."

Zhu Zheng didn't understand and asked hesitantly, "What are you happy about?"

"The autumn hunting ground is at the foot of Qilu Mountain." Rong Yan looked into the distance, "The early autumn forests there are all colored, the sky is high and the land is vast. I think... you might like it."

The sunlight shone through the clouds, and Rong Yan's shadow was cast on the ground, covering the small Zhu Zheng.

It turned out to be the case.

In her previous life, she would have been so happy to go to the royal hunting grounds. She liked the mountains and autumn, and she liked to have fun without any restrictions.

But today, Zhu Zheng, who has long been paranoid, has no energy to remember what she likes. She can only think of how many people in the hunting grounds are holding bows and arrows, chasing and shooting at the pitiful prey for fun.

Just like shooting through her as she ran barefoot in the thick black snowy night...

Zhu Zheng's expression gradually turned cold, and just as she was about to fall into her memories again, she suddenly felt a chill on her wrist.

She looked down and saw a circle of heavy red beads on her wrist.

The amber beads are as big as date pits, blood red in color, round and evenly contrasted, and strung with long gold thread. There are gold pads in the shape of five-petal plum blossoms between the beads, and they feel delicate, warm, and soft like fat when they touch the wrist.

At the end of the necklace hangs a full, white oriental pearl, shining brightly and making the wrist look dazzlingly white.

Rong Yan looked at the red circle on the thin wrist for a long time, nodded with satisfaction and said, "It fits."

"What is this for..."

Seeing Zhu Zheng struggling to turn her wrist away, he explained in a normal tone, "I just bought it casually."

Where can I buy blood amber easily in Shengjing?

Its color is like fresh blood, and it is as clear as spring water. It is no longer a matter of whether it is valuable or not. Except for the tribute from the royal family, no one in Dayong would casually carry such good quality of it. She dared not accept it casually.

Zhu Zheng struggled to take off the bracelet.

"dislike?"

"no……"

"Then take it with you." Rong Yan held her wrist through the bracelet and pressed her down with a little force. "If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Zhu Zheng frowned at the casual tone and blurted out, "Is there anyone who lives like this?"

Spots of light fell on Rong Yan's tall nose. He thought for a moment and said, "Then wait until you don't like it anymore and come to me to exchange it for a new one."

That's more or less.

Zhu Zheng nodded subconsciously, then reacted, "No, how can I want this?"

"Why not?"

"I..." Zhu Zheng was confused by Rong Yan's question, and after a while she managed to say, "No merit, no reward."

Rong Yan: "Just consider it as a thank you gift."

Zhu Zheng was puzzled: "Thank you for what?"

Rong Yan pointed at his hand, "A thank you gift for keeping the clothes."

Zhu Zheng:?

At this moment, a light suddenly came to her confused mind and she was not fooled again.

"Your Excellency clearly didn't remember this dress just now, so how could you prepare a thank-you gift in advance?"