Chapter 56: Little Father, when did you learn this trick? ...
When Fang Zhiyue woke up, he was already sitting in a carriage back to the Si family.
In the dimly lit carriage, Si Yao leaned against one side of the carriage.
After noticing his movement, she turned her gaze towards him and said in a cold and calm voice, "Awake?"
Fang Zhiyue couldn't see her face clearly hidden in the darkness.
With a slight groan in his heart, he asked softly with a dry throat, "...Sister Yao, why didn't you wake me up?"
"Go home."
Si Yao didn't answer his question.
He just stood up and walked out of the car.
The sunset glow paints the sky in large patches, beautiful and gorgeous.
After many days, I stood at the door again.
Fang Zhiyue was a little dazed, and even felt a sense of homesickness.
He hesitated and could not take a single step.
Si Yao stood behind him, his voice slightly cold: "What? Don't you want to go in?"
There was a hint of danger in his tone.
Fang Zhiyue was immediately startled and quickly walked inside.
The two of them passed through the hanging flower gate and ran into Shi Qi as soon as they entered the inner courtyard.
After seeing the two of them return, Shi Qi immediately lowered his eyes and saluted, "My Lady, My Lord—"
"How's the task you were asked to do going?"
Si Yao asked directly.
Shi Qi: "Now all the major teahouses and restaurants in the capital have started to spread the news. I think it will spread throughout the capital in less than three days."
Si Yao nodded upon hearing this.
He raised his hand and let her continue with her own business.
Shi Qi bowed to the two of them again, then hurried out.
Fang Zhiyue glanced at her hurriedly leaving back, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
After returning to the room with Si Yao, he couldn't help but ask her, "...Sister Yao, why is Shi Qi acting so strange? She seems to be very scared of me."
Her eyes were evasive, trying her best to avoid his sight, as if she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Very strange——
He asked out loud.
Si Yao glanced at him indifferently, his eyes unfathomable.
Fang Zhiyue felt nervous when she looked at him, and his words stumbled a little: "What, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly looking at me like that? Is this related to me?"
"Has my father forgotten what he has done?"
Si Yao had a cold face and looked at him expressionlessly.
"You ran away the day before our wedding, and the wedding invitations had already been sent out, so I naturally had to deal with this mess. So I had to ask Shi Qi to pretend to be your father and make the wedding go smoothly. Naturally, she saw that you were very uncomfortable."
"Is that so..."
Fang Zhiyue didn't expect this to be the reason.
When he met his boss Haruka's calm eyes, his momentum weakened even more.
He slowly lowered his eyes and whispered, "Yes, I'm sorry..."
"Little father, take a rest and I will take you to a good show tomorrow."
Si Yao said this and turned to walk out.
Fang Zhiyue was immediately stunned and blurted out: "You, aren't you going to rest in the room tonight?"
Si Yao paused.
She looked at him inexplicably, "Little father, do you want me to stay?"
Fang Zhiyue felt a little embarrassed when she looked at him, blushing and stammering, "This, this is also your room..."
Si Yao stared at him quietly for a while.
Finally, he said, "No, you sleep alone tonight."
After saying that, he walked out of the house.
The door slammed shut, and Fang Zhiyue saw a hint of disappointment deep in his eyes, which he probably didn't even realize.
He pursed his lips, turned and went into the inner room and sat down on the bed.
Her palm gently fell on her belly, "Your mother is still angry with me..."
The night passed like this.
The next morning, Fang Zhiyue had just put on his clothes when Si Yao pushed the door and walked in.
"Haruka, Sister Haruka..."
Fang Zhiyue called out immediately.
Carefully observing the expression on her face.
He looked very cautious.
Si Yao's eyes fell on him calmly, "Little father, have you packed? If so, let's go. I said yesterday that I would take you to the opera today. Let's have breakfast outside together."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out.
Seeing this, Fang Zhiyue quickly trotted to catch up.
Seeing her walking faster and faster, leaving him far behind, he couldn't help but call out softly, "Yao, Yao Jie'er, slow down, I can't keep up... Child, the child can't be shaken like this..."
He touched her belly and rubbed it gently.
She stood there pitifully, looking at her boss from afar.
The two looked at each other silently.
Si Yao raised his feet and walked back to him.
He sneered, his voice emotionless. "When did my father learn this pitiful trick? Is it the child who can't stand it, or you?"
Her warm big palm landed on his flat belly, applying a little force.
Fang Zhiyue shrank back instantly.
After noticing that she looked a little cold, he whispered, "Don't, don't hurt the child..."
Si Yao glanced at him.
No more words were said.
She withdrew her hand from his lower abdomen, turned around and walked out.
This time, it was obviously much slower than before.
The two of them rode in a carriage towards the market.
Half an hour later, they stopped in front of a restaurant.
Fang Zhiyue followed Si Yao out of the carriage. When he looked up and saw the plaque with gold letters on a black background above the restaurant's door, he was obviously stunned.
This place was none other than the Yunshan Restaurant where he had met Master Chenghua.
He immediately looked at Si Yao beside him.
"Why, little father, don't you recognize this place? You should be more familiar with it than me."
Si Yao said something ambiguous.
After hearing this, Fang Zhiyue felt a little uneasy.
He asked quietly, "Sister Yao, what are we doing here?"
"Didn't I tell my father that we're here to listen to a play and have a meal? Let's go——"
Si Yao walked into the restaurant and said, "Don't miss the fun inside."
Fang Zhiyue watched her figure quickly disappear in the restaurant, bit his lip, and followed her.
I don’t know what day it is today.
Early in the morning, the restaurant was full of people.
Si Yao did not stay on the first floor and went straight to the private room on the second floor.
Fang Zhiyue looked at the place where she stopped and bit his lip again.
"Why don't you come in, little father? You should be familiar with this place."
The private room she booked was the one where he met County Master Cheng Hua that day.
Si Yao stood at the door and looked at him quietly.
Fang Zhiyue's heart tightened, and under her gaze, he slowly walked in.
He sat down on the stool by the window with a reserved look.
Si Yao walked silently behind him.
Her tall figure enveloped him in her grasp.
Fang Zhiyue had his back to her and couldn't help shaking his thin shoulders, like a small animal trying to survive in the mouth of a ferocious beast.
"What are you afraid of, little father?"
Si Yao chuckled softly, and the sound floated into his ears.
"I just brought you here to revisit the old place. Shouldn't you be happy?"
"Yao, Sister Yao, what opera did you bring me to?"
Fang Zhiyue didn't respond to her.
He was alert and realized that there was danger hidden in it.
Si Yao paused for two seconds, but didn't force him to answer.
Following his words, he continued, "Look out the window, little father. The show has just begun."
She finished her words.
Fang Zhiyue immediately looked down.
On the high platform near the stairs on the first floor, a woman in green clothes was sitting in front of a long table, holding a gavel and knocking heavily on the chopping board.
He said in a loud voice: "Today we continue to talk about the deeds of the traitor Qiu Fang——"
"Everyone knows the crimes of the traitor Qiu Fang. She betrayed the court's trust and invited the barbarians into the city, resulting in countless casualties among our soldiers and the displacement of the people, bringing misery to the people. Such a criminal ultimately met a disastrous end. She was publicly executed and torn to pieces by chariots. Branches of her family were also killed or exiled because of her. But perhaps you don't know that there are still people alive in this world who carry the blood of a traitor."
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
The listeners in the restaurant couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
The storyteller banged the gavel again.
Continuing on, "Before the traitor's crimes were exposed, her youngest daughter had already developed a secret love affair with a nobleman. Unable to wait for marriage, the two became pregnant, and the man was unexpectedly unmarried. Before the two could figure out how to cover it up, the deeds of the traitor Qiu Fang were made known to the world. Everyone believed that her youngest daughter was killed by the court. In fact, the nobleman was afraid that the true identity of the unborn child would be known to the world, so he killed the traitor's youngest daughter before she could speak, to prevent future trouble. Later, he disguised the unborn child as the child of a poor scholar, and now it is living openly in this world."
“Oh my God!”
"Who is so bold!"
"Who is this nobleman who fell in love with the traitor's daughter?"
The people below were talking endlessly.
Emotions are running high.
The storyteller on the high platform had a calm expression. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, she had to bang the gavel in her hand once again.
"quiet!"
"This man's status is incomparably noble, and it's not something that we, the humblest of people, can presume to judge. However, justice is clear and I believe that one day his true identity will be revealed. That bastard with the blood of a traitor will eventually receive the retribution he deserves, bringing comfort to the countless heroic souls who have passed away!"
She made an extremely passionate speech.
After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked down from the platform, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
The woman's departure did not affect the audience still sitting around.
They were whispering to each other and wondering who this noble boy could be.
In the private room on the second floor, Fang Zhiyue withdrew his gaze.
He turned to look at Si Yao behind him and asked her softly, "Sister Yao, why did you ask me to listen to this?"
"Why, don't you think the storyteller's story is very good?"
Si Yao raised an eyebrow, his expression nonchalant. "This is a story that's been all the rage in teahouses and restaurants across Beijing lately. Everyone loves it."
"Why don't you take a guess, little father, who could this person be?"
"I?"
Fang Zhiyue pointed at himself with his backhand.
Seeing Si Yao's eyes were always on him.
He shook his head. "I don't know... I'm not familiar with the people and things in the capital. Does Sister Yao know who that person is?"
Fang Zhiyue felt a little strange in his heart.
Si Yaoke never cared about these things.
Why was she so taken with him this time? She even dragged him along to listen.
Si Yao was under his curious gaze.
He laughed slowly, his voice soft and carefree: "I don't know either."
After saying that, he turned around, walked to the round table, sat down, and waved to him: "Come here, eat."
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