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

At dawn the next day, Zhu Zheng stepped lightly into the Jinxiang Tower, holding several bags of top-quality supplements in her hands.

She asked as soon as she entered the room, went straight to the second floor, and found the person she was looking for.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, so you need to drink in moderation." Zhu Zheng kindly reminded.

Redbird was holding a wine jug in his hand, with some blue bruises still on his face. He looked very drunk, and it took him a long time to recognize the person.

"It's you, girl. I thought you would never come again!" She looked dazed. "Let's drink today and worry about tomorrow. But I still want to thank you for helping Redbird save her life."

When Zhu Zheng heard that she still remembered, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes, "I came here today to ask you something."

"What do you want to ask, girl?"

Zhu Zheng took out a portrait of Zhu Qing from her body and asked, "Have you seen her in Jinxiang Tower?"

"Who is this girl?" The drunken Red Bird took a closer look, Kou Dan's fingertips almost poking Zhu Zheng's face, "You keep asking about our host's heart..."

"Really?" Zhu Zheng narrowed her eyes, "Who is your landlord?"

Hong Que seemed to realize that he had said too much, and immediately changed the subject, "Lou Zhu is just a guest here, no one else..."

Zhu Zheng sneered, as if she had expected this. She took out a handful of gold leaves from her sleeve and gently placed them on the table. "Please help me, Miss Red Sparrow."

Hong Que held it down and pushed it back, "Miss, Jinxiang Tower doesn't lack these vulgar things."

This was strange. She remembered that he had asked her for money for perfume and powder last time, so how come he had enough this time?

Zhu Zheng frowned slightly, "Then what do you need?"

Hong Que glanced at Zhu Zheng's snow-white wrist. "The blood amber you are wearing is crystal clear. It is a rare treasure."

Zhu Zheng looked calm as she pulled up her sleeve to cover her wrists. "This one won't work. Change it."

Redbird stood up, her eyes rolling, and she smiled charmingly, "If that's the case, then forget it. Redbird doesn't want to take someone else's love away."

After saying this, she stepped over the tea table and walked out.

"Wait." Zhu Zheng stopped her.

Redbird looked back with a smile in her eyes, "Miss, is there anything else?"

Zhu Zheng took off the blood amber bracelet and asked, "Why do you want this bracelet?"

Redbird: "It looks valuable."

"If it was for money, you wouldn't have rejected my gold leaf the first time. Why would you want a bracelet that you don't know whether it's real or not and have to go to the pawnshop to exchange it?" Zhu Zheng smiled faintly, "Unless Miss Hongque saw at a glance that this is a tribute from the emperor."

She paused and continued, "Is this bracelet a keepsake to inform your landlord that a difficult guest has arrived?"

Redbird sat up straight and forced a smile, "Redbird doesn't understand what the girl is saying."

"It doesn't matter whether you understand it or not." Zhu Zheng said seriously, "I think Miss Hongling has made many guesses about me. Why not think about it? If you guessed right, is your host interested in meeting me?"

Zhu Zheng put the bracelet back on her wrist and covered it with her sleeve. "Miss Hongque, I saved your life. Today I want to repay you for your kindness. Please tell your host that the fourth young lady of the Zhu family wants to see him."

When Redbird heard her introduce herself, her expression changed for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Miss Zhu, please wait here for a moment. I will ask for you."

The gloomy haze seemed to finally have a crack, and Zhu Zheng was waiting with great anticipation to meet the mysterious host of this post.

This wait lasted until almost noon.

Instead of waiting for the redbird to come back, Mingcui came back.

"Miss." She ran out of breath and reported nervously, "I am waiting at the gate of the mansion as you ordered. The third young lady has just returned home. It seems that something has happened..."

Zhu Zheng returned home as quickly as possible, but couldn't find Zhu Qing anywhere, so she went straight to the Zhu Family Ancestral Tower.

The ancestral tower is located on a small hill in the back garden, with a quiet environment. Zhu Zheng had found a way to pry open the lock on the door when she was a child.

Because their grandmother never thought they would have the courage to break into this place, this dark place, which has been the most hidden safe haven for them since childhood.

This is also one of the few moments when they truly feel the blessing of their ancestors.

The door to the pavilion on the top of the ancestral tower was not closed tightly. Through the half-open door, Zhu Zheng saw Zhu Qing sitting on the window sill with his knees hugged, his small figure huddled up in a ball.

"Sister." Zhu Zheng called out.

Zhu Qing seemed not to hear.

“Sister…” Zhu Zheng raised her voice slightly.

Zhu Qing looked over as if he had come back to life, his eyes empty.

Zhu Zheng was stunned. "Can I come in?"

Zhu Qing opened her pale lips and tried to smile, but it was uglier than crying.

"Zheng'er, you're here."

Zhu Zheng had an ominous premonition in her heart. She forced herself to remain calm and pushed open the door. She walked over to her and sat down. "What happened?"

Zhu Qing looked out the window again, his tone flat and without any fluctuations, "I just feel a little uncomfortable, maybe I'm sick..."

"When you don't want to face it, just pretend to be sick."

This trick was taught to her by her elder sister.

Zhu Zheng was silent for a long time, then took out a note from her pocket and asked, "Sister, do you recognize this handwriting?"

Zhu Qing saw the words on the note and his face suddenly darkened. "Where are you from?"

This reaction almost made Zhu Zheng certain of his guess.

Zhu Zheng had been thinking over and over again these past few days, who was the person who left the note to lead her to Jinxiang Tower? All the past and present lives flashed through her mind one by one, but she still had no clue.

Until one day, she taught Mingcui to write her name.

Mingcui finally learned it and said carelessly, "I remember this word. The first character is 口, and the second character is 鸟."

At that moment, Zhu Zheng suddenly had an idea. She threw down her pen and immediately took out the note that had been bothering her for several days and nights from her dressing table.

"Defend in front and stabilize in the back" is the way to "hide".

"The person who wrote this note brought me to Jinxiang Tower on purpose." Zhu Zheng looked determined and said, "The owner of Jinxiang Tower is the missing Master A Yin, right?"

Zhu Qing, holding the note, turned pale, but did not deny it outright. Instead, he asked, "Have you met him?"

"… .."

"Zheng'er, answer me."

"He was covered by a curtain, so I couldn't see his face."

Zhu Qing stood up from the windowsill trembling, but her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. Zhu Zheng hurried to help her, but she grabbed her arm.

"Don't go to Jinxianglou again. I beg you."

It was rare to see Zhu Qing's emotions fluctuate so much. She spoke with tears in her voice, "This is between him and me. It has nothing to do with you."

"What happened between you two?" Zhu Zheng's eyes became sore from her sister's incoherent words, and she almost begged, "Sister, why can't you tell me what happened..."

Before she could finish her words... through the blurry tears, Zhu Zheng saw a long red mark faintly visible on her sister's neck, which looked like a mark caused by pinching with fingertips.

The moment he thought about what had happened, Zhu Zheng felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his whole body froze in place.

Zhu Qing noticed her stiffness, followed her gaze and looked at himself, his face slowly becoming gloomy again.

"Zheng'er, you go out first."

Zhu Zheng refused to move.

"Later." Zhu Qing's voice was very soft, revealing an unfamiliar sense of calmness, "Sister will tell you everything."

Zhu Zheng: "What if I want to know now..."

"I'm sorry." Zhu Qing looked sad and shook his head slowly. "I know what I'm doing. Do you believe me, Zheng'er?"

Zhu Qing has a gentle temperament, but she is not made of clay. They are sisters and understand each other's toughness and stubbornness best. When they don't want to speak, no one can force them to say a word.

At this moment, there was a determination in the lonely eyes of the elder sister, which was no different from what Zhu Zheng saw in the mirror every day.

After a long while, Zhu Zheng gritted her teeth and finally nodded, "I believe it, and I will always believe it."

"Okay Zheng'er..." Zhu Qing's expression softened slightly, "I want to be alone for a while, can you go to my grandmother and cover up for me?"

Zhu Zheng agreed.

I pushed the door open and saw that it was almost evening outside, with a crescent moon rising in the east sky.

The sky was turning a blurry grey, slowly merging with the chaos at the end of the capital.

On top of the ancestral tower, Zhu Zheng leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. The sky was overgrown with weeds and she didn't know where she and her sister would go next.

Inadvertently feeling the coolness on her wrist, Zhu Zheng lowered her head and looked at the blood-red bracelet. She couldn't help but think of the amber eyes of the Grand Tutor, which always made people think of the quiet memories.

For example, a lake, moonlight, and the twilight in the distance.

Just like now, there is silence.

In the past, Zhu Zheng was always curious about why Shengjing City was so small, so small that she found it strange that she could run into Rong Yan no matter where she went.

Now that he is not here, Shengjing City suddenly seems so huge.

At first glance, it felt quiet and cold, boundless and endless, as if it was quietly swallowing up everything within it...