Jiang Si suddenly rushed into the room, startling Ah Man who was peeking through the crack of the door.

"Girl?"

The girl was not panicked when she went to Jinshui River to kill people and set fire to things. What did Master Yu say to make her so panicked?

Jiang Si turned a deaf ear to Ah Man's shouts, his mind full of what Yu Jin had just said: I don't like any saint, the one I like is the fourth lady of the Dongping Earl's Mansion - Jiang Si.

Her first thought was that it was impossible.

When Yu Qi first came into contact with her, he was a complete stranger to her.

At that time, she was pretending to be the Saint Asan. Although she felt guilty, she comforted herself that it didn't matter even if the man thought that he was happy with Asan. After all, it was Jiang Si who had been with him from beginning to end, it was Jiang Si who was getting more and more familiar with him, and it was Jiang Si who was in love with him.

She could not mention her past in the capital city. For her, the status of a saint was a new life and the possibility of regaining happiness. Since she wanted the status of a saint, why should she care about a name in the mouth of her lover? It was enough for the other party to be happy with her.

But later I found out that Yu Qi had known Asan for a long time, and he knew from the beginning that she was not Asan. He acted unfamiliar at the beginning just to lower her guard and get closer to her.

The saint died, and it was a kind of comfort to remember the deceased lover through a woman who looked like the saint.

These words were said to Asan by her personal maid Wulan with a contemptuous tone and a sneer.

She refused to believe a single word that came out of other people's mouths. Even though she accidentally found Asan's portrait in a secret compartment in Yu Qi's study, she still did not give up.

In fact, she knew at that time that what Wulan said was very likely true.

The portrait is already quite old. The girl in the painting is still in her teens, around twelve or thirteen years old, with bright eyes, white teeth, snowy skin, black hair, and a red mole between her eyebrows that is particularly bright, making the little girl, who has not yet grown up, look even more charming.

At first glance, the biggest difference between her and Asan is that Asan has a red mole between his eyebrows, but she doesn't. The red mole was added after she took over Asan's identity.

Moreover, there was one thing Jiang Mei really couldn't deceive herself about: she had never met Yu Qi when she was twelve or thirteen years old. If she still wanted to convince herself that the girl in the painting was her and not Asan, it would not only be ridiculous, but also pathetic.

She can be disliked by others and can be calculated as a substitute for others, but she cannot be a pathetic and ridiculous person living in an illusion.

This was probably the source of her pain, so that all the kindness Yu Qi showed her could not alleviate this lingering pain. In fact, the better he treated her, the angrier she became.

Later, when she heard him say with her own ears that the person he loved was the saint, she completely gave up and accepted her fate.

At that time, she thought more than once that if she could start all over again, when she hadn't fallen in love with him, or even if she had fallen in love but hadn't married him yet, she would never be with this bastard again.

And now, he actually told her that his favorite has always been Jiang Si.

Jiang Si raised his hand and gently touched the center of his eyebrows with his fingertips.

It's smooth and flat there, with no red moles, so there's no possibility of mistaking it.

Do you believe his words or not?

Jiang Si leaned against the wooden door, shaking uncontrollably.

She would probably still believe it.

Even though that bastard was thick-skinned and said coaxing words without hesitation, she did understand one thing: when he said something with that expression and tone, he was serious.

If this is the case, then what about the previous life?

Jiang Si closed his eyes, and a depressed look appeared in his mind.

It was Yu Ji from his previous life. Compared to now, he had not completely lost his youthfulness, but had grown into a young man with increasingly cold features.

When she was cold to him, the man who was cold as snow in front of outsiders showed a look of aggrieved like a little beast, and then used this look and blushing and heart-pounding love words to coax her heart.

At that time, he also liked Jiang Si, right?

Jiang Si had never felt so confused since her rebirth. She was even more confused than when the fate of Yongchang Bo and his wife was completely different from that in her previous life.

Countless thoughts went through her mind as she walked out of the room in a daze. She sat down at the eight-immortals table in the main hall and started drinking a cup of cool tea.

Ah Man was frightened by Jiang Si's reaction. He glanced at his master quietly, then tiptoed to open the door and slipped out. He quickly ran to Yu Jin and asked, "Master Yu, what did you say to my girl that scared her like that?"

The young man, who seemed to be under a spell, finally came to his senses after hearing the question from the little maid, and moved his bright black eyes slightly.

Actually, he was frightened. When Ah Si suddenly stood up, he thought he was going to be beaten up...

"Say something!" Ah Man stamped his feet anxiously.

Yu Jin glanced at Ah Man calmly and walked past her into the house.

Ah Man chased after her, and when he got to the door, he slammed it and locked her out.

Ah Man rubbed the tip of his nose, turned around and sat down on the stone steps, holding his chin and thinking: Based on her experience, the girl will not suffer a loss. What's more, Master Yu not only has a handsome face, but also a big dog that can pick up money bags. For these two advantages, she really hopes that the girl will marry Master Yu.

Yu Jin walked in step by step, came in front of Jiang Si and sat down opposite him, but the other party still did not react.

"Are you really scared?"

Jiang Si blinked and looked at him steadily.

That look was too complicated, as if thousands of emotions were blended together and displayed in a pair of exquisite bright eyes, almost unable to contain them all, enough to drown the person looking at it.

Yu Jian was a little confused for a moment, and murmured: "I just clarified the misunderstanding, I didn't force you to accept me immediately, why are you so scared?"

Because revealing your feelings to the point of shocking your loved one, there are probably not many people in this world who can do that, right?

The girl opposite him trembled her eyelashes and finally responded: "Is what you just said true?"

Just now?

Ah Si asked this question, does it mean that she cares about who he really likes? Doesn't this mean that Ah Si has him in her heart?

A hint of secret joy instantly hit Yu Jin's heart, causing his heart to beat rapidly.

He could hear his own heartbeat, and so could she.

"Is it true?" Jiang Si asked again, as if he had used up all the courage from his past and present lives.

The handsome young man opposite her, who was as tall as a bamboo, raised his hand, gently rubbed her head, and sighed, "Silly girl, why would I lie to you? If the one I like is some saint, why would I bother myself in front of you every day?"

Jiang Si opened his mouth but didn't ask: Maybe it's because the saint is dead?

In this life, she had no reason to know that the Saint was no longer alive.

At this time, she heard Yu Jin say in a calm tone: "Let me tell you a secret."