The Festival Of Xizhao.
Today, xiunus had lectures only for half a day. They could spend the rest of time either by resting or dress themselves for the coming poetry banquet held in the Imperial Garden that starts at the hour of You1.
As the first round of selection approached, Zong Zheng Lin’s inner turmoil only grew, as if an urgent matter was right before his eyes, demanding a solution.
He had no clue how to handle the situation with that woman. All he knew was her surname was Mu, and she currently resided at her maternal grandparent’s house in the capital. The secret guards didn’t have her portrait, and there were two Miss Mus living together in the same courtyard, making it impossible to determine which one their Master was looking for.
Hi everyone! Just a little notice. Since this week my elder cousin will be having a wedding and I’m gonna be her bridesmaid (there will be some traveling and lots of wedding arrangements and rehearsals), this will be the only post for this week. Next week everything will go as usual (1 GMMU chapter and 2 TBIC chapters). Thank you for understanding and hope you enjoy the story ^^
On the other side, Zong Zheng Lin was lying flat on the daybed1, recalling the scene he had seen during the day. The words ‘kill the horse’ had astonished him. The silhouette of her rushing out to save people that kept flashing before his eyes became clearer and clearer in his mind. The strange emotions he had deliberately suppressed when he left Qingzhou resurfaced once again, this time even stronger than before.
He stood there in his usual black suit, white shirt, and a blue tie – the perfect portrayal of the arrogance and superiority that elites exhibited.
Even if I was beaten to death I wouldn’t have expected that this person will appear at the door of my house. Hence, when I saw him, I was slightly astounded and the words automatically slipped out of my lips, “Is it you?……Darn it, why are you here?”
After returning to Shengjing1, Zong Zheng Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that as long as he left Qingzhou, the place that made him feel awkward, he would quickly regain his usual meticulous personality and composure. He also believed that he would no longer be troubled by guilt and the strange emotions he had been feeling.
And as expected, over the next few days, Zong Zheng Lin’s mind calmed down and he was able to collect himself. He became even stricter with himself and believed that his improper thoughts had led to those absurdities and disturbance of his mind. Therefore, Zong Zheng Lin grew more fond of practicing drawing and calligraphy in his spare time, as it contributed to the cultivation of one’s moral character and temperament.
The moment mama-san saw me in Mei Se, she pulled a long face displaying how dissatisfied she was with me. She had been engaged in this profession for too long and saw far too many tragedies. Her heart has already been as hard as a washboard. Upon seeing my illness-stricken face, her expression did not turn for better.
Dear readers! Sithkazar had made an amazing TBIC characters and their relationship diagrams for you! From now on it will be available in the footnote section in case you get confused by the characters and their mutual connection/relationship in the story. Thank you, Sithkazar, for your hard work ^o^
Mu Xi Yao had predicted wrong the time of Zong Zheng Lin’s arrival in Qingzhou. Instead of coming after the New Year festival, he had come two days earlier to pay a formal visit to Di Wu Yi Zhao. Mu Xi Yao was very curious and wondered if there would be an elegant event like ‘Three Humble Visits to a Thatched Cottage’1.
As soon as Mu Xi Yao and her group returned to the residence, she immediately went to the main house to pay her respects to Lady Yu. At this moment, Xi Yao’s attitude could only be described as extremely well-behaved. She clung closely to Lady Yu in a daughterly manner, chattering about what she had seen and heard on the streets, such as which maidens had beautifully combed hair or which maidens’ fragrance couldn’t compare to the ‘Ting Zhi’ she used. It was all girl talk. After a while, as if suddenly remembering something, she mentioned that she had encountered a mother and daughter on the way home.
At the noon of the next day a phone rang, groggily waking me up.
I struggled to get up. As soon as I sat up, my head started to spin. I sprawled onto the floor, scrabbled around and finally found my phone inside the cotton slipper that laid under the sofa.
This was my police phone. Li Fang, who was in the Bureau in charge of gathering intelligence, called me.
The carriage of the Fifth Prince, Zong Zheng Ming, slowly made its way toward Fahua Temple.
This trip was due to his maternal aunt. He was going to pick up his little cousin, Mo Wan Qing, on his way back and send her home. Zong Zheng Ming’s maternal aunt was the sister of the deceased consort Dong Xian1. It happened that his aunt took her younger daughter to the hot spring villa outside of Qingzhou to stay for a while. Zong Zheng Ming’s mother passed away early, and as a result, he shifted his affection to his maternal family.