Yuzhui had already burst into tears and reached out to help her, but was pushed away by Xie Wanyun.
"I can stand." She raised her head and looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky.
She couldn't fall.
God let her live again not just to avenge herself, but also to carry the burden of the entire Zhenguo Mansion and tens of thousands of wronged souls of the Xie family army.
The wind and snow were blowing hard, and the snowflakes hit my face painfully.
"Madam, please get in the car." Yuzhui looked at her pale face with some worry.
She entered the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion when she was young and grew up with Xie Wanyun. The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion is also her home.
Xie Wanyun shook his head and said, "I want to take a walk." He wanted to clear his chaotic mind.
Turning the corner, there was a magnificent and tall mansion. Xie Wanyun subconsciously looked up and saw, "Zhao Mansion."
She had a vague impression of it, but before she could remember, the gate of the mansion opened wide and a group of people came out from the gate. The man in front was tall and had an extraordinary temperament.
It was Yan Suizhi.
He wore a black fox cloak over a bright red official robe, with beautiful features, black hair and red lips. Standing in the snow, he looked like a beautiful man in a painting.
The fat man standing next to him was none other than the Minister of Revenue, Zhao Chun.
The two men bowed and said goodbye at the gate. It seemed that Yan Suizhi came out as a guest at the Zhao Mansion.
Xie Wanyun narrowed her eyes slightly. This was the second time she saw the two of them together. It seemed that they had frequent contact in private.
What is Yan Suizhi planning?
Yan Suizhi had already turned around and quickly got into the carriage.
"Madam, you were speaking well of Yan Suizhi the other day, but now you see, these two are really in cahoots with each other!" Yu Zhui said indignantly.
Xie Wanyun lifted the curtain and saw that Yan Suizhi's carriage had already left.
There were too many suspicious things about Yan Suizhi. He was the second-in-command of the cabinet, and after defecting to the first-in-command, he quickly became his confidant. It was impossible for him to be completely unaware of what happened back then.
If he was said to be currying favor with the powerful, why would he be so respectful to the retired Lord An Mingyuan?
He devoted all his energy to the development of sea transportation. He did not sleep for three days and three nights, and did not return home. He ate and slept in the yamen, like a pillar of the country who worked hard for the country and the people.
Since you can't guess, let's talk face to face.
The next morning, Yan Suizhi received a letter from Xie Wanyun, asking him to meet.
Yan Suizhi held the thin piece of paper and read the few words over and over again countless times almost greedily, as if he wanted to chew every word into pieces and swallow it into his stomach.
"Mianmei, are you finally willing to see me?"
He muttered to himself, his face flushed abnormally, his eyes were dark and deep, but hidden with a hint of sadness.
He picked up his pen and wrote back, "Tomorrow at 3:00 PM, Lan Yixuan."
After receiving the letter, the servant of the Xie family hurried back to report.
Yan Suizhi was so immersed in excitement that he didn't notice that Jin Bai had already sneaked up behind him and read the letter clearly.
Jin Bai has been locked up at home these days and is almost suffocating. However, the servants in the house have received orders from Yan Suizhi not to let the young master go out!
He hadn't seen Aunt Xie for a long time. Just now, his uncle received a letter from Aunt Xie! Jin Bai wanted to go, but he knew his uncle wouldn't take him.
Then we have to find another way. Jinbai rolled his big dark eyes, thinking of an idea.
At 3 p.m., Xie Wanyun appeared at Lan Yixuan on time.
This is a teahouse located by the moat. Due to the cold weather, there are almost no customers.
Xie Wanyun leaned over the railing and looked out into the distance. Amidst the vast expanse of white, the moat was already frozen. Some children, unfazed by the cold, were happily playing on it.
That winter was also so cold. She went to the palace with her father to pay homage to the Queen Mother. On the way home, she met Yan Suizhi, who was begging on the street and shivering with cold, at Lan Yixuan.
He was not like other beggars, with their unkempt hair and dirty face, who grovelled and fawned over customers. His robe was torn into strips, hanging from his body, and the exposed parts were bruised and purple from the cold. His hair was dirty, but neatly combed, and his face was clean.
He stood on the street, quietly gazing at the passers-by, but there was a glimmer of hope burning in his eyes.
He longed to live, but was unwilling to give up his dignity as a human being.
Xie Wanyun was inexplicably moved, and she took out a hundred dollars and put it in the boy's hand.
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