Heyue:......
Whose little brat is this? Why is he such a crybaby?
A servant-like man pushed through the crowd at the door and rushed in. Upon seeing his master's miserable state, his face immediately turned pale. He took a few steps forward and helped the boy up, saying, "My master, what happened to you?" He then turned to the culprits, He Yue and Yan Yue, and angrily rebuked them, "How dare you beat..." He paused abruptly, his eyes flashing, and could only utter a vicious "You wait!" before helping the sobbing boy up and hurriedly leaving Yin Hui Ji.
He Yue's eyes flickered slightly as she began to doubt the boy's identity. It's no wonder she thought this way; the way he addressed her as "Fourth Brother" and the imposing manner of the young servant made her think twice.
She shook her head again. She was really addicted to watching TV dramas. Hearing the name "Fourth Brother" made her think of that guy. But what a coincidence! Besides, no matter who the other person was, if they dared to bully her sister, she would beat them up without hesitation!
Ignoring the strange looks from the other customers in the store, He Yue and Yan Yue packed up the jewelry they liked and left.
On the way back to the manor, the carriage was quiet, with only the sound of the carriage rolling on the ground coming from outside.
Heyue blinked and saw her sixth sister still standing there in a daze. She bit her lip, quietly moved closer, and cautiously asked, "What are you thinking about, sixth sister?"
"Huh?" Yan Yue, who was lost in thought, suddenly came back to her senses. She looked down and saw her younger sister looking at her with a hint of trepidation in her dark eyes. She smiled brightly and said, "It's nothing. I'm just so surprised. Seventh Sister was amazing today." She pinched her soft little face and smiled.
He Yue breathed a slight sigh of relief, then wrinkled her nose in displeasure, turned her head away, and snorted softly, "Don't pinch my cheeks!"
Yan Yue chuckled and withdrew her hand. To be honest, she was still frightened by Seventh Sister's fierce appearance. Now, seeing Seventh Sister's gentle and obedient appearance, it seemed that what she had just seen was just her imagination. However, the scene of the boy being beaten by Seventh Sister flashed before her eyes, and she couldn't help but believe it.
The fear was only momentary. The person in front of her was her little sister, her only sister. No matter what her sister looked like, she was the most adorable sister. Moreover, she preferred her little sister who had been so domineering just now.
"Does your hand hurt?" she asked quickly, taking her small hand in her hand to examine it carefully.
"It still hurts a lot." Heyue complained. It had been a long time since she had fought, and she didn't expect that her first fight here would be so unsatisfying. Her hands were even red.
This body is still too small and too weak. She needs to exercise more and never be a pampered young lady who never leaves the house again.
"Sweetie, let me blow on it and it won't hurt anymore." Yan Yue said, grabbing her hand and blowing on it.
Heyue tilted her head, looking at the familiar scene before her, her eyes slightly moist, and lowered her head.
Yan Yue continued speaking to herself, "I never expected that Seventh Sister would have such skill and courage. It was such a waste in the past. In a few days, I will teach you to ride a horse. In the future, you will definitely be no less than any Manchu girl. Let's see who dares to say that Seventh Sister looks like a Han woman." At this moment, Yan Yue's feelings for He Yue were not just admiration, but also respect and pride. She really wanted to slap those people in the face.
She wouldn't even dare to hit someone in the street, yet her younger sister is so bold. She truly deserves to be the daughter of her father and mother, and she truly deserves to be the younger sister of Zhao Jiayanyue.
"Sixth Sister, shall we not tell Father and Mother about this for now?" Heyue regained her composure, shook Yanyue's hand, blinked her eyes, and pleaded sweetly.
Yan Yue felt dizzy from being shaken, but after trying to regain her senses, she asked, slightly puzzled, "Why?"
"I... I'm afraid of scaring Mother, and Father will worry too." Heyue lowered her head, more importantly, she was afraid of arousing her mother's and mother's suspicion.
Yan Yue almost choked, her eyes wide with surprise. She wanted to say, "Where did you get the idea that your mother would be scared? Your mother was much more formidable than you back then!" However, seeing her younger sister's head drooping lower and lower, she inexplicably softened and nodded, "Alright, I won't tell Father and Mother."
"Yiduli, you must not tell your mother what happened today!" Yan Yue lifted the curtain and warned the boy driving the carriage ahead with a cold face.
He Yuehan almost forgot that Yiduli was sent by her mother to protect the two sisters, and was also her mother's own nephew. If no one reminded him, Yiduli would definitely have told his mother about what happened today.
Ituri, who was rushing to catch the carriage, remained silent for a few moments, then nodded sullenly: "Okay." His tone revealed how unwilling he was.
"Sixth Sister, do you believe he won't tell Mother?" Heyue remained skeptical.
Yan Yue snorted, "He wouldn't dare! If he dares to tell Mother, he can forget about following me again next time." Her tone was arrogant and her voice was loud, as if she was afraid that Yi Duli outside wouldn't hear her.
He Yue smiled sheepishly, relieved. Well, Sixth Sister always had a lot of tricks up her sleeve, and it was hard for Yi Duli not to listen to them.
Upon returning to the manor, Heyue and Yanyue went to their respective rooms to bathe and change, as they were going to the main courtyard to pay their respects to their father and mother later.
Served by his personal maids Yu Ying and Hai Lan, he stepped into the bathtub, soaked comfortably in it, ordered the two maids to leave, closed his eyes, and relaxed from the fatigue of beating someone.
Although she wasn't quite satisfied today, she was sure she could regain the strength she had in her previous life in time. She didn't like the frailty and weakness of this body.
As she drifted off to sleep, He Yue suddenly felt something strange coming from the palm of her left hand. She opened her eyes, raised her left hand, and saw a thin red line appear on her palm, which had been perfectly normal before. The line was connected to her life line. The red line appeared and disappeared, and she even felt a faint burning sensation.
He Yue frowned, lost in thought. This line had been perfectly normal since she woke up; its appearance now... could it be...?
A surge of joy filled him, and he felt a bit more energetic, but then his spirits immediately waned again.
Even if something unusual happens, they don't know who it is or where to look for them. The only thing they know is that it must be in the Forbidden City, and not far from them.
Heyue closed her eyes, trying to stop thinking. This body was too weak; it would be too tiring to hit anyone.
After bathing and changing clothes, knowing that her father had returned to the mansion and was having a meal with her mother, she went to Zhengxi Hall to pay her respects.
Marhan was a vice minister of the Ministry of War, a second-rank official, and his surname was Zhaojia. This surname was very famous in the Qing Dynasty. At least in Heyue's memory, the primary wife of the thirteenth prince during the Kangxi era was from the Zhaojia clan.
Because of this, Heyue learned the identity of this body and specifically inquired about the information of the thirteenth prince of the current dynasty from the people around her. She learned that the thirteenth prince was still young at this time, had not yet been assigned a residence, and had no principal wife.
Apart from myself and my sixth sister Yan Yue, all the other sisters have already married. If nothing unexpected happens, the future thirteenth wife will be one of my sixth sister and me.
He Yue knew the future history: the thirteenth prince would be imprisoned, and even after Yongzheng ascended the throne and became Prince Yi, he did not live long.
It didn't matter to her who became the Thirteenth Prince's wife; she only cared about the people she cared about. As long as she and her Sixth Sister wouldn't become the Thirteenth Prince's wives, she had nothing to worry about.
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