【Alternate History/Historical Brainstorm/Transmigration/Assisting/Anti-trope/No Cheat Device】CP: Third Prince.
Transmigrating into the Star Han world as He Zhaojun, she begins by personal...
Chapter 370: Meet the White-Faced Scholar Again and Conceal the Truth of Amnesia
He Zhaojun listened to a lot of stories, and it was almost evening when she left the He family. Most of the stories her brothers and sisters-in-law told her were interesting stories from her childhood. Perhaps in the eyes of others, He Zhaojun when she was younger was an arrogant and conceited girl, but in the eyes of these brothers and sisters-in-law, she was the most lovely girl in the world.
"If you want to know what you have done in the past two years, some people may know better than us." Fifth brother He Jiang smiled at He Zhaojun. After all, except He Zhaojun herself, it was difficult for anyone to tell exactly how much she had done.
At this time, she was wandering aimlessly on the streets. In her haste, she even forgot to wear a mask. However, her skin was still shiny dark, and she was even more eye-catching in the crowd than when she was fair.
At this moment, the scholar who looked very weak and several burly men had already discovered that Wen Ziduan had withdrawn the arrest warrants that were searching for people all over the world, and that the Third Prince's mansion was in chaos, as if something good was going to happen.
Although the news was not disclosed to the outside world, it was because Wen Ziduan did not know what He Zhaojun was thinking, so he kept the matter secret for the time being. However, the major escort agencies and caravans under He Zhaojun were well-informed, and the entire capital was full of spies. The intelligence network was so tight that Wen Ziduan was unable to defend himself.
In just one night, almost everyone under He Zhaojun's command in the capital knew about this change, and they began to speculate whether the young lady had been found. Many of them were still kept in the dark, not even knowing when the young lady had disappeared.
After all, only a small number of people were able to come into contact with He Zhaojun, and more people had only heard of her name but had never seen her. A year was neither long nor short. Among the people she left behind, some took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility and the situation was going well. The weak scholar Liu Qingshan was one of them.
"Is there still no news from the brothers at the escort agency? Have you searched everywhere in the suburbs of the capital? Ask some people to follow me to patrol the streets. I don't believe that we can't find the young lady." Liu Qingshan put down the account book in his hand, took a few burly men with him, and started looking for people everywhere again.
He Zhaojun was sitting at the wonton stall where she had been before, pouring herself a cup of tea. She saw Liu Qingshan from afar and recalled the scene that day when several people were holding arrest warrants and searching for someone in the capital. She was about to reach into her arms for the mask, but then she remembered that she was no longer a wanted criminal.
"Boss, give me two bowls of wontons." As soon as He Zhaojun spoke, Liu Qingshan's ears moved and he looked over in the direction of the voice. When he saw He Zhaojun's profile, he stared at her for a few breaths, as if trying to judge whether it was an illusion or reality.
He felt his legs go limp and he leaned against the wall. His younger brother quickly reached out to support him. "Brother Liu, how are you? Are you too tired? Do you want to find a stall to rest?"
Liu Qingshan was speechless, and with trembling hands, he pointed to the wonton stall nearby. Several people hurriedly helped him over. Just as they were about to put Liu Qingshan on a stool, they saw a dark-skinned He Zhaojun sitting opposite them, looking at them curiously.
"Wow... what the hell! The underworld has dyed the girl!" Several people also recognized He Zhaojun. Liu Qingshan was even more excited and wanted to pay his respects to He Zhaojun, which made her feel embarrassed.
Liu Qingshan remembered something: "Girl, your face..." When they met before, He Zhaojun seemed to have a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, so several people did not recognize her. But now, she seems to be all right.