Seven days later.
The birthday banquet of Marquis Yongping filled the entire Zhao Mansion with excitement.
When Xue Zhiyi and Jiang Xu arrived, Zhao Shen was greeting guests at the door.
Men and women sat at separate tables. After entering the gate of Zhao's mansion, Xue Zhiyi separated from Jiang Xu. Before they separated, Jiang Xu reminded her to be careful.
After all, he didn't think that Marquis Yongping was a good person.
Xue Zhiyi was also worried that something might go wrong with Jiang Xu. Qiuyun was a steady person, so Xue Zhiyi asked her to follow Jiang Xu to the men's seats.
The maid took Xue Zhiyi through the bustling Zhao Mansion. When they passed the corner of a corridor, someone suddenly bumped into them.
Xue Zhiyi took two steps back and looked carefully. He saw that the person coming was a young man with an ordinary face that was forgettable at first sight.
The man seemed quite surprised by his own impoliteness. He glared at the servant behind him, who quickly pleaded for mercy: "I was so busy talking to you, sir, that I wasn't paying attention and bumped into you. Please forgive me, sir!"
After all, he was invited here as a guest, and it would be inappropriate for that person to embarrass the servants of the host family, so he did not care about it. He just apologized to Xue Zhiyi and went to receive the male guests.
After only a faint glance at the direction the man left, Xue Zhiyi asked the maid of the Zhao Mansion, "Who is that?"
The maid also looked away: "Miss Jiang, that is also a guest at today's birthday banquet, and it is Lord Yang Qing, the judge of the Dali Temple."
A judge from the Dali Temple? Xue Zhiyi nodded and continued to walk towards the female guests with the maid.
After all, they are her brother's subordinates.
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Xue Zhiyi was taken to a small pavilion for receiving guests. The last time he came here was when he and Fu Rongxin came to visit the pregnant Xue Hanshu. When he returned here, time had passed.
All the female guests for the birthday party were here. When Xue Zhiyi arrived, Xue Hanshu was warmly entertaining everyone.
Seeing her at ease, Zhao Lian felt so angry that her teeth itched: She didn't know what tricks this cripple had used to make her third brother, who had originally disliked her, change his mind. He has been quite fond of her these days. He is really a foxy guy!
In a blink of an eye, Zhao Lian saw Xue Zhiyi walking into the room. She was wearing a persimmon-colored short jacket with velvet edges and a light yellow pleated skirt. Her status had risen and fallen several times, but not only did it not dim at all because of the setbacks, but she became more and more dignified in the palace.
Zhao Lian still remembers that it was Xue Zhiyi who killed her dog here. Although there is no evidence, she just feels that Wu Yun’s death is related to Xue Zhiyi!
I thought this bastard was helpless and would have to live a lowly life from now on, but who would have thought that he would suddenly change his identity, change his name and stand up again? It was really hateful and anxious... But then I thought, a brother who came from a poor family, even if he was the top scholar, so what? He would never be able to compare with the Yongping Marquis Mansion, which has been glorious for a hundred years!
Thinking of this, Zhao Lian straightened her back again.
On this side, seeing Xue Zhiyi coming, Xue Hanshu's polite smile unconsciously became sharp.
"Miss Jiang is here, please take a seat."
As the wives of officials in Huajing, everyone here knows each other to some extent, and many of them also know the relationship between Xue Zhiyi and Xue Hanshu.
The fallen Xue family is a place of good feng shui. With only a few members left after the whole family died, one concubine's daughter with a ruined reputation and a disabled body is thriving in the Yongping Marquis' Mansion, which is very arrogant; the other one should have fallen into the dust, but now she has found a high place. It seems that the luck of the whole family is concentrated on these two people.
Xue Zhiyi, however, seemed unfamiliar with Xue Hanshu. He only smiled demurely and said, "Madam San Shao is so kind and gracious. Jiang Wan is deeply grateful for your hospitality."
The maid took Xue Zhiyi to sit down. There were tables on the left and right of the pavilion, and many people were already seated there. As soon as Xue Zhiyi sat down, someone took the initiative to talk to her. She just responded politely, just right and not losing her manners.
Before long, most of the guests had arrived.
As the host, Xue Hanshu was helped to stand up and express her gratitude. She held a wine cup and spoke enthusiastically, and the guests also raised their glasses to greet her.
Looking at the wine cup in his hand, Xue Zhiyi hesitated for a moment. When he was out, he would avoid drinking alcohol if possible to avoid losing his sobriety.
Xue Hanshu suddenly asked, "Miss Jiang, what's wrong? The Yongping Marquis's hospitality is poor. You won't even give me a small favor for a glass of wine?"
Xue Zhiyi smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately. The doctor told me I shouldn't drink alcohol. Could you please ask the Third Young Master's wife for a cup of tea on the table instead of wine as a sign of respect?"
Hearing this, Xue Hanshu frowned, looked at the white porcelain teapot in front of him, and smiled: "Your health is more important."
She signaled the maid with her eyes and poured a cup of tea for Xue Zhiyi.
Even though Xue Hanshu's tea was exchanged for wine, Xue Zhiyi did not let down his guard. He just covered his face with his sleeves, lightly touched the tea with the tip of his lips, and pretended to have taken a sip.
But when she put down the teacup, she was facing Xue Hanshu's face with an ambiguous smile, and she suddenly felt strange... Xue Hanshu would not let her be poisoned to death in the Zhao family, but he might not necessarily give her something else.
But he saw Xue Hanshu already toasting with other guests. Xue Zhiyi temporarily put aside his thoughts and just clenched his fingers slightly.
Somehow, Xue Zhiyi felt an indescribable irritation and uneasiness in her heart. She even suspected that she was thinking too much, which caused her to feel so anxious.
Until the anxiety condensed into a burning sensation in her chest that was difficult to dissipate, her eyes gradually became gloomy as she looked at the teacup: there must be something wrong with the tea. She and Xue Hanshu grew up together, and Xue Hanshu had gotten to know her over time, and he had finally succeeded in scheming her this time - perhaps it wasn't the wine that was tampered with, but the tea.
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