Chapter 562 Mistakenly identifying a beautiful woman, testing!
Chu Ruohan looked at her brother's pure and passionate expression, and felt as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.
The kind-hearted, gentle and elegant woman my brother described.
Is this really the same Zhao Qingzhi she saw at the Begonia Banquet, the one with a knife in his eyes and calculation in every word?
She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, held onto the edge of the table, and sat back down.
"Chenyu, sit down."
Her voice calmed, holding an unquestionable scrutiny.
"Tell me again in detail what happened when you saw her that day, from beginning to end."
"Don't miss any detail."
Seeing her serious expression, Chu Chenyu was puzzled, but he still sat down as she said and tried hard to recall.
"It was almost dusk that day, and the streets were crowded. Her carriage was very ordinary, just an ordinary blue cloth carriage without any emblems."
"A corner of the carriage curtain was blown up by the wind, and I only caught a glimpse of her silhouette. What she wore on her head... seemed to be a very simple and elegant wooden hairpin, not something made of gold or jade."
Chu Ruohan's brows furrowed even tighter.
At the Begonia Banquet, Zhao Qingzhi's hair was covered with pearls and jade, so gorgeous and dazzling that she seemed to want to wear the dignity of the entire Shangshu Mansion on her head.
A wooden hairpin?
This was completely different from the Zhao Qingzhi she had seen.
"Did you hear clearly how her maid called her?" Chu Ruohan asked, this was the key.
Chu Chenyu thought for a moment and then spoke hesitantly, "When the maid helped her into the car, she seemed to call out...'Second Miss'."
Second girl?
Chu Ruohan suddenly raised her head, her heart struck as if by a heavy blow.
Zhao Qingzhi is the eldest daughter of Minister Zhao, and is well-known to everyone in the capital.
So where did this "second girl" come from?
"What's your maiden name? What's the maiden name you found out?" she asked anxiously.
"I secretly asked people to inquire, and they all said that Minister Zhao's daughter's maiden name was Qingzhi. But I couldn't hear it clearly that day, and the maid's voice was so soft, I thought I heard... Qinghan?"
Qinghan.
Zhao Qinghan.
These two words, like a ray of light, instantly split open all the fog in Chu Ruohan's heart.
She understood it all.
She had a preconceived notion and took it for granted that the "Ms. Zhao" her brother was referring to was Zhao Qingzhi, who shone brightly at the banquet.
But the one he truly loves is someone else!
Chu Ruohan immediately called over his confidant and whispered a few instructions.
In just half an hour, the news was delivered back.
Minister Zhao’s mansion does indeed have two legitimate daughters.
The eldest daughter, Zhao Qingzhi, was raised by the lady since childhood. She was skilled in poetry and painting, good at socializing, and was quite famous among the noble ladies in Beijing.
But the second daughter, Zhao Qinghan, is the complete opposite.
It is said that the second girl was weak since childhood, so she was sent to a farm outside Beijing and raised by her grandmother who had retired and returned to her hometown. She rarely appeared in public.
Most people in Beijing only know about the eldest daughter and are unaware of the second daughter.
According to rumors, this second girl has a quiet temperament and dislikes luxury, which is very different from her elder sister Zhao Qingzhi's style.
After hearing the report, Chu Ruohan felt as if a huge rock had fallen from her heart, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.
It turned out that she was wrong.
What a huge mistake.
But on second thought, she felt that it was inappropriate.
The rumors may not be credible. She must see this Zhao Qinghan in person before she can make an informed decision about her brother's lifelong affairs.
Three days later, Chu Ruohan found an excuse to worship Buddha, took Qingchen and Xuan Ge'er, and rode in a carriage to Puji Temple, the most popular temple in the suburbs of Beijing.
She had already secretly found out that the old lady of the Zhao family was a Buddhist and would bring the second daughter, Zhao Qinghan, to the temple today to burn incense and fulfill a vow.
The warm winter sun shines on the red walls and green tiles of the temple, making it look particularly peaceful and tranquil.
Chu Ruohan was not in a hurry to meet anyone, but took the children for a walk beside the plum forest in the backyard.
From a distance, she saw an old lady with gray hair, supported by a slender young girl, walking slowly towards her.
The girl was wearing a plain light purple dress, her black hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, her face was not made up, but she had an elegant and refined temperament.
I think this is Zhao Qinghan.
Chu Ruohan had a plan in mind. She calmly winked at Qingchen who was chasing pigeons beside her.
After receiving a signal from his mother, Qingchen became playful and "accidentally" rushed towards the grandparents and grandchildren, laughing and making noises like a little cannonball.
"oops!"
A soft cry.
Qingchen bumped into the girl, and the stack of scriptures in the girl's hands instantly fell to the ground.
Chu Ruohan's heart was lifted, and her eyes were fixed on the girl's reaction.
Zhao Qinghan's body shook a little, but he was not panicked, nor did he show the slightest anger.
The first thing she did was to turn around immediately, gently pat her frightened grandmother's hand, and soothe her softly, "Don't be afraid, Grandma. It's okay."
That calmness made Chu Ruohan nod secretly.
After comforting her grandmother, she squatted down and slowly picked up the scriptures scattered on the ground one by one.
Her movements were very gentle, as if the papers were treasures. After picking them up, she carefully brushed off the dust on them with her sleeves.
Throughout the whole process, he remained calm and did not show any impatience.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" At Chu Ruohan's signal, Qingchen ran forward and apologized in a baby voice.
Zhao Qinghan raised his head and looked at Qingchen's apologetic face. Instead of blaming him, he smiled gently.
"It's okay, little sister runs really fast, like a cute little swallow."
Her voice is like a clear mountain spring, clean and pleasant.
She even took out a piece of plum cake wrapped in a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Qingchen.
"Here, it's sweet."
Chu Ruohan stood aside and took it all in.
Zhao Qinghan's speech and behavior are completely different from her calculating sister.
That tranquility and kindness are engraved in our bones and are by no means a disguise.
Old Lady Zhao, standing by, looked at her granddaughter with eyes full of love and satisfaction, and was obviously very satisfied with her upbringing.
With such a well-educated grandmother teaching her, how bad could the granddaughter's character be?
Chu Ruohan's favorable impression towards Zhao Qinghan increased greatly.
If my brother really likes a girl like this, it would be a rare and perfect match.
She was thinking about how to approach and talk to him so as to resolve this "accident" today.
At this moment, a young novice monk came over quickly and bowed in their direction with his hands clasped together.
"Dear donors, today the Princess of Yong has prepared a vegetarian meal in the temple and invites all pilgrims to join in the celebration. Please move to the dining hall."
Princess Yong?
The smile on Chu Ruohan's face froze instantly.
How come she is here?
Why is it so coincidental that a banquet is held in this temple in the suburbs of Beijing?
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