While Si Chengfeng was busy preparing candied haws in the General's Mansion, Hua Qingcheng also headed towards the Binyue Inn in the city.

After experiencing the bizarre encounter with a wisp of smoke, Hua Qingcheng did not stop any further. After arriving at the inn, she went into her room, locked the door, and returned to the space villa to prepare food.

After having a very late lunch, Hua Qingcheng collapsed on the sofa in the living room to rest, her mind full of thoughts about what had happened in the past few days.

Glancing at the exquisite purse that had been placed on the table, Hua Qingcheng raised her hand, took it, and examined it carefully. Yesterday at noon, Shan Zuo had been taken away by the Emperor's secret guards. Who knew where he was now?

Recalling the time when she first met Nalan Yunzhi at Jubaozhai Bookstore in the city the day before yesterday, she called her "Lingyan"; and yesterday at the General's Mansion, Old General Feng also hugged her and sobbed and called Feng Lingyan's name, just like Old Master Mu did at the beginning, crying sadly and sorrowfully, which was very touching.

Placing the purse back on the table, Hua Qingcheng lowered her eyes in deep thought. How much did she look like Feng Lingyan? To have people mistaken her for Feng Lingyan over and over again?

Is all this really just a coincidence?

Could it be that the original owner wasn't Hua Rongsheng and Ye Maochun's biological child at all, but the daughter Feng Lingyan had mentioned being abducted? Thinking of this, Hua Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the sofa. This also explained the emperor's unusual attitude towards her. It seemed that the emperor had already had doubts about Feng Lingyan giving birth to a demon child.

Hua Qingcheng is a transmigrated soul. The original owner not only shares her name but also looks identical to her younger self. She has gradually assimilated into this new identity. Despite being here for less than four months, both the stern but soft-hearted Hua Rongsheng and the kind and thoughtful Hua's father have given her the illusion that she is their daughter. An orphan in her previous life, Hua Qingcheng never knew the warmth of having loving parents!

Hua Qingcheng suddenly felt a little conflicted.

If she tried to uncover the original owner's past, she would likely hurt her mother and father, who had treated her with such sincerity. If the original owner had been abandoned, that would be fine, but if she truly was Feng Lingyan's daughter, born at the cost of her life, and the biological father of her current body, then since she had inherited someone else's body and thus been given a new life, she had an obligation to redress the injustice done to Feng Lingyan, who had died unjustly, and to seek justice for the eldest son of the Feng family, who had been obsessed with her daughter until his death...

Hua Qingcheng pinched her brows in annoyance, then stood up from the sofa and went to the study. She took down the painting of a tiger descending the mountain and a chicken eating rice that she had bought from Nalan Yunzhi for a tael of silver, as well as the painting of Lingyan riding a horse that she had given her yesterday, and spread them out one by one on the spacious table.

What kind of man could someone have been obsessed with for over a decade? At this moment, Hua Qingcheng's curiosity about Feng Lingyan suddenly reached its peak. Regardless of whether the original owner was Feng Lingyan's daughter or not, if she had the chance, Hua Qingcheng would want to visit the Cliff of Oblivion, to see the place where that generation of talented people fell, and pay tribute to the pitiful yet respectable Feng Lingyan...

After putting away the painting and leaving the study, Hua Qingcheng returned to her room to catch up on some sleep, and she slept until dark. When Hua Qingcheng finished her shower and came out of the space, the inn's waiter came to her room, knocked on the door, and brought her dinner.

At the hour of Hai, in the quiet and peaceful Huaqiao Village, the villagers all went to sleep one after another to recharge their energy for the new day's work tomorrow.

At the east end of the village, in the east wing of the backyard of the Hua family, Hua Rongsheng was disturbed by Ye Maochun's frequent nighttime sleeplessness and lost all desire to sleep.

"Dad, did you drink too much water at night? Why does it never end?" When Ye Maochun got up to urinate for the tenth time, Hua Rongsheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and complained.

"You sour scholar! It's going to rain and people have to poop and urinate, how can they hold it back?" Ye Maochun's ears turned red after being told this by his wife, and he glared at Hua Rongsheng in anger.

"Oh, oh, oh, I was wrong! If it really doesn't work, go to the end of the village tomorrow morning and ask Saburo to prescribe some medicine for you."

Home is a place for love, not a place for reasoning. Hua Rongsheng didn't think it was shameful to admit her mistakes to her husband. A harmonious family is the key to success!

Although Hua Rongsheng was a scholar from the countryside, she was not pedantic; on the contrary, she possessed considerable vision and insight. Otherwise, she wouldn't have constantly encouraged and urged Hua Qingcheng to read more, learn to read, and broaden her horizons. Even if she didn't pursue the imperial examinations, she hoped that Hua Qingcheng would read more, gain wisdom, and improve her character.

"Mother, did you hear any rustling sounds coming from the main room?" Ye Maochun said seriously, putting away his joking remarks.

"I think a stray cat got in. It's especially dewy, so you stay in the room for a while while I go out and check. Don't let the stray cat damage the books and papers."

Now the main house in the backyard has been converted into a classroom for schoolchildren, with many books, pens, inkstones, and paper. Hua Rongsheng was worried that the books and paper would be damaged, so he planned to go and take a look.

"Then put on your coat before you go!"

Although the two were still bickering the moment before, Ye Maochun had already handed Hua Rongsheng's coat to her the next moment.

"Take the kerosene lamp with you."

"Okay, go back to bed and rest."

After putting on her coat and holding the kerosene lamp, Hua Rongsheng walked out of the room and headed towards the main room.

With a creaking sound, Hua Rongsheng pushed open the door to the main room. Holding the dim kerosene lamp, Hua Rongsheng looked around the classroom, and when she saw that everything was intact, she decided to close the door and leave.

But when she stepped out of the threshold, she suddenly heard a "clang" sound behind her.

"who?"

"Who's there?"

In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Hua Rongsheng looked left and right as she walked towards the classroom. As she walked, she suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something hard.

Hua Rongsheng leaned over and picked up the hard object on the ground. It was not until she put it in front of the kerosene lamp and took a look that she realized it was actually a purple gold waist badge.

However, when Hua Rongsheng wanted to carefully examine the words engraved on the waist badge, a dark figure suddenly jumped down from the beam and placed a sword with a cold glow across her neck...