The speaker was none other than Zhao Han, the person Zhao Qingyan was looking for.
"Dad, why are you so late? I'm practically dried out!" Zhao Qingyan said, feeling aggrieved.
Zhao Han walked over to Zhao Qingyan and patted her head.
"You little ingrate, you're blaming me for not coming out sooner, but you didn't give me any advance notice either."
"What, did you eat all the homing pigeons I fed you?"
Zhao Qingyan chuckled awkwardly.
"I forgot. But roasted pigeon is quite delicious, I haven't had it in a long time, can you get me two?"
Zhao Qingyan felt her mouth watering.
Zhao Han couldn't help but laugh when he saw Zhao Qingyan's greedy little face.
However, he hadn't forgotten the important matter, and addressed the group behind him,
"Come, all of you, greet the young master. From now on, the young master's words are the same as my words."
"Greetings, Young Master." The attendants bowed to Zhao Qingyan in unison.
Zhao Qingyan remained in the same posture, raising her hand slightly.
"Get up, there aren't that many rules. Help me carry all these things inside and find a place to put them."
Also, give my horse a good brush, and feed it hay and water.
The people accompanying them were all managers of the Hui Cui Pavilion. Normally, others would do the moving and lifting work, but today they did it themselves.
Don't be fooled by the fact that these things look ordinary; when they're in their hands, they're like precious objects.
Soon, Zhao Qingyan's belongings disappeared at the entrance of Huicui Pavilion, including the brown sugar that Zhao Qingyan had ridden over, which was personally led to the stable by Chang Yi.
With her belongings moved away, Zhao Qingyan could no longer lie there like a spineless creature.
She stood up and looked at the dashing man from before.
The dashing man felt quite embarrassed after witnessing Huicui Pavilion's incredible actions.
The identity of the owner of Huicui Pavilion has always been a mystery.
Upon seeing him today, the oppressive aura emanating from him was something a frail scholar like him could not withstand.
If it weren't for my strong willpower and effort to control the surging blood in my chest, I probably would have vomited blood long ago.
The crowd of onlookers were filled with curiosity; they had no idea that the head of the Huicui Pavilion was like this, and that he even had a young master.
Today's visit was definitely worthwhile; there's plenty to brag about in the future. So many people want to uncover the story of the owner behind Huicui Pavilion, but none have had the chance to do so.
Zhao Qingyan fanned herself a few times with a palm-leaf fan. "Everyone, are you all here to patronize Huicui Pavilion? Please come in."
Oh, and also, young master, if you're looking to buy a horse, I know a horse dealer who has quite a few good ones.
It's just a bit expensive, and everything is settled in gold.
"Young master, if you wish to buy, you can contact me."
After saying that, she grabbed Zhao Han's arm and said, "Hurry, hurry, I smell terrible, I need to take a shower."
Zhao Han smiled and led Zhao Qingyan to the courtyard that had been prepared for her in advance.
The servant who had just delivered the message to Zhao Qingyan stared wide-eyed, his mind racing with apprehension.
"My goodness, I actually delivered a message to the young master and even met with the master."
I'm so lucky.
After the initial excitement, his quick wit returned.
"Gentlemen, are you here to listen to a story or to drink wine? The story of Sun Wukong will begin in a quarter of an hour."
And so, a large group of people rushed into the Huicui Pavilion.
The dashing man also tried to adjust his breathing, but out of pride, he followed into the Huicui Pavilion.
The arrogance of "whose father is?" that he used to have is gone; instead, he's quite low-key today.
While his friends wanted to listen to audiobooks, the dashing man simply found a corner in the lobby on the first floor, sat down, and ordered a few dishes.
He needs to eat something to calm his nerves.
Others might not feel anything, but he really felt death was very close to him.
My heart was pounding wildly.
Fortunately, the dishes I ordered in my haste were all sweet. After a few bites, my heart calmed down considerably.
After calming down completely and finishing his meal, the dashing man went home without saying goodbye to his companions.
He developed a fever that night, and from then on, the boy never dared to ask anyone who his father was.
Soon after, rumors spread throughout the capital that someone had bought a fine horse worth a thousand gold pieces.
When Zhao Qingyan and Zhao Han entered the Huicui Pavilion together, they attracted everyone's attention.
A handsome young man, wearing a straw hat and carrying a palm-leaf fan. He didn't seem to fit the upscale Huicui Pavilion at all.
Zhao Qingyan didn't want to be made a fool of, so she reminded Zhao Han to use his lightness skill, and the father and son quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Upon arriving at the courtyard specially prepared for Zhao Qingyan, she felt that this was the home of her dreams.
The courtyard is a quiet oasis amidst the hustle and bustle, with a quaint little building appearing in front of you, nestled among artificial hills, flowing water, trees, and flowering vines.
Once inside, the overall layout is designed in a way that modern people prefer.
In particular, Zhao Qingyan noticed that the ground was paved with floor tiles instead of bluestone slabs.
"Dad, this is amazing! How did you get this? My God, it's so extravagant."
Zhao Han's eyes were full of doting affection.
"Hey, what's the big deal? The porcelain-making techniques here are quite good now. I bought a household of servants; their family used to be a porcelain maker."
Unfortunately, he was unlucky and offended a powerful person, which led to him being framed and losing his freedom.
After buying them, I opened a porcelain workshop. Surprisingly, they were able to actually fire floor tiles.
However, the craftsmanship is far inferior to that of modern techniques.
"Just make do with this for now. These floor tiles aren't very sturdy, so don't jump around unnecessarily."
As Zhao Qingyan listened, she gave Zhao Han a thumbs up, but when she heard the last sentence, she rolled her eyes.
"Do you take me for a monkey?"
Zhao Han laughed heartily.
"No, no, my daughter would never be like that."
My daughter is exceptionally gifted, and I'm afraid that if anyone accidentally makes you angry, you'll stomp your foot and the floor tiles will have to be replaced.
"But my daughter can stomp her feet all she wants, no problem. I'll have to give those clueless kids a good talking to later. They absolutely mustn't upset her."
Zhao Qingyan nodded.
"Okay, you pass."
"Dad, what's with that young master from the Guanglu Temple? Why is he asking everyone he meets if they know who his father is?"
Zhao Han laughed heartily.
"You, you, you always have such a sharp tongue. How could you question someone's bloodline?"
I reckon the whole city will be talking about it tomorrow: that kid isn't his biological son.
What else can be done? No matter what kind of family it is, they all end up with two troublesome kids.
That kid is neither good at academics nor at martial arts; he's just a street urchin.
You wouldn't say they're that bad, but they're definitely good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
When he encounters someone of high status, he is treated as the third grandson; when he encounters someone of low status, he is treated as the eldest grandson.
I must have been curious because you were a stranger to me today, so I thought I'd tease you a bit. Turns out, you're just a person with a quirky thought process.
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