Zhao Qingyan's eyes were practically rolling to the sky.

"You say I'm not normal? Sigh, it's heartbreaking. I traveled all the way to find my dad, but he thinks I'm stupid."

Zhao Han laughed and said, "Your acting is so half-hearted, you need to get some eye drops."

Zhao Qingyan indeed pulled a crumpled handkerchief from her sleeve and pretended to wipe it on her eyes. "Waaah, I'm going to wash up."

Watching his daughter act silly, Zhao Han felt his life was complete.

He had a large table of food prepared, and then sat quietly in the hall waiting for his beloved daughter to come out for dinner.

Zhao Qingyan washed herself clean as quickly as possible, changed into a pure cotton dress, and came out with a large towel wrapped around her head.

Zhao Han quickly called his daughter over for dinner.

A large soup bowl was placed in front of the daughter. A pair of chopsticks and a spoon were then placed into the bowl.

Zhao Qingyan stood by the table and nodded.

Then I dried my hair as much as possible with a towel. I took another towel and draped it over my shoulders, letting my hair fall over it, so I didn't have to worry about my clothes getting wet.

"Wow, Dad, you made all these recipes, right? They look really good!"

During the day, I ate nothing but flatbread, only having a snack at night when everyone else was asleep.

This meat is really delicious…

The father and daughter were filled with warmth, while the little maid who was delivering vegetables looked on in disbelief.

"The young master is actually a woman, and a real glutton at that. My goodness, I've never seen anyone eat so much in my life."

Strict rules taught her not to talk about her master casually, and the little maid tried her best to process everything she had just witnessed.

Within half a day, the news of the young master of Huicui Pavilion's arrival in Beijing swept through the elite circle like a tornado.

The owner, who has always maintained a mysterious aura, has made an unprecedented appearance today, which is enough to show how much he cherishes the young master.

The person being discussed was lying on the bed, fast asleep, with a suspicious liquid oozing from the corner of his mouth.

In the middle of the night, a strong wind arose, and a torrential downpour began. The windows rattled loudly in the wind. Gongxi, the servant who served the dashing Liu Jun'er, was awakened by the thunder and rain and quickly got up to close the windows.

In the past, the young master would have woken up long ago, but today there was no sound at all.

Congratulations, take the candle over and check if the young master is properly covered with the blanket.

Upon closer inspection, the young master's face was flushed, and he seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

He reached out, his hand trembling, and touched her. "Young Master, Young Master, wake up."

After shaking him several times without waking him up, Gongxi panicked.

He took off running towards the front yard.

In an instant, everyone in the manor was in a frenzy. The young master had a fever.

The family was terrified when the physician frowned after taking their pulse.

"Doctor, how is my son?" Madam Liu asked.

The physician's furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"The young master suffered a seizure and fever due to the shock."

After I prescribe some medicine, I will decoct it and have the young master drink it. Then I will have the servant wipe the young master's body with some warm water to lower his fever.

We can't let it keep burning."

Minister Liu of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, as expected of an official, is very good at grasping the key points. "Doctor, you said the young master was frightened?"

The physician nodded.

"That's what I'm wondering about. Young Master is a man of high status and wealth, how could he be so easily frightened?"

Those who dispensed the medicine, those who decocted it, and those who bathed the young master were all working in an orderly manner, while the personal servant who had accompanied the young master on his outing today was brought into the hall.

He knelt on the ground and carefully recounted what the young master had done that day and who he had encountered. The only thing he didn't explain in detail was the scene in front of the Hui Cui Pavilion.

The servant was quick-witted; he was afraid that if he mentioned the conflict between the young master and the other young master, the master would doubt the young master's innocence, which would be troublesome.

In the servant's eyes, his young master didn't resemble an adult at all; he was unaware of the saying that nephews resemble their uncles. So, he cleverly concealed the truth.

Fortunately, after a night of fussing, Liu Jun'er's fever subsided.

After the grand court assembly that day, the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices felt that people were talking about him behind his back, which bothered him greatly. He had always been an extremely sensitive person.

Since no one else would say anything, he sent someone to investigate. The results of the investigation almost made him furious.

You can say a man is incompetent, but you can't accuse him of having a cuckolded wife.

Suppressing his anger, he began to investigate his first wife.

He investigated everything from when she was an infant to when she married him, trying his best to find out if anyone had gotten close to his wife.

You wouldn't believe it until you looked it up, and what you found was quite shocking.

Before marrying him, his wife had a childhood sweetheart cousin. After marrying him, she was in charge of all the household affairs, so she often talked with the housekeeper.

This is tolerable, but when the housekeeper has something to report, such as accounts, it takes some time to calculate things clearly.

What's most suspicious is the relationship between the wife and the third brother, which seems unclear.

This result turned Lord Liu's face green.

So he created an opportunity for his wife and his third brother to meet. He caught them in the act.

Well, without Zhao Qingyan's knowledge, she caused a family tragedy.

Not long after, it was said that the wife of the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices had a connection with Buddhism and had become a Buddhist nun.

This news caused a huge stir, shocking the entire Beijing social circle. After all, nobody's a fool.

The end result was that all the wives and concubines in each household kept a low profile, lest their husbands find something to provoke them.

Being suspected of indecent behavior when you are clearly innocent is a losing proposition.

On the second day after Zhao Qingyan arrived in the capital, she wore an outfit similar to riding clothes and tied her hair in a ponytail, wandering around the streets.

Zhao Han naturally accompanied them.

Starting from the street in front of her house, Zhao Qingyan would go into any food stall and eat something.

We ate everything that tasted good, and packed up the rest in a food container to take away, ensuring that not a single grain of food was wasted.

So, rumors started circulating in the neighborhood that a glutton had recently appeared in the area. It was an unprecedented and astoundingly large appetite.

You can't get full without eating at least 200 jin (100 kg) of rice per meal.

The rumors intensified, almost turning Zhao Qingyan into a demon.

Luckily, she's good-looking, otherwise she would have been called a catfish spirit.

Besides eating, Zhao Qingyan also frequented jewelry stores, cloth shops, cosmetics shops, general stores, taverns, and grain and oil shops every day. There was no place she couldn't visit.

Anyway, it's free to go in and browse, and you can also check prices at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.