How did the deep house lady Shen Zhao change her life after being reborn?
Autumn rain hit the bluestone, and Shen Zhao's fingers holding the beads suddenly tightened. The string of sandalwood beads brushed against her fingertips for the 108th time. This was a habit she developed after her rebirth - whenever her memory was confused, she would use the touch of the beads to stay awake.
"Madam, it's time to drink medicine." The maid approached with a black medicine cup, and the familiar Canaan incense mixed with the bitter smell of medicine entered her nose. In her previous life, she was mixed with this bowl of mind-soothing soup, and gradually turned into a puppet at the mercy of others.
Shen Zhao's fingertips trembled slightly when he took the medicine bowl. The celadon cup glowed blue in the light from the window lattice. She suddenly remembered the letter she saw in the secret room of the study yesterday. The Beirong characters were as winding as a poisonous snake, and Xie Chengyuan's personal seal was stamped at the end.
"Bang!" The medicine bowl smashed to the ground, and Shen Zhao suddenly grabbed the maid's wrist: "Go and invite the third young master, just say... Just say that I dreamed of his biological mother."
After half a cup of tea, the sound of breaking snow came from the corridor. Xie Heng stepped into the Buddhist hall wearing a black cloak. The snow had not melted on his shoulders, and a cinnabar mole on his left earlobe was dazzlingly red. In the previous life, it was these hands that held her rotting face in prison and said: "Mother, I will take you home."
"Heng'er." Shen Zhao raised his hand and stroked the young man's tense back, feeling the muscles under his palm stiffen suddenly, "Do you know what Aunt Liu said when she held my hand in the delivery room before she died?"
Xie Heng's pupils shrank suddenly. Shen Zhao leaned close to his ear and breathed warmly the secrets he heard in his previous life: "She said... Your biological father is not the Duke of the country."
The clock behind the Buddhist niche was ticking, and incense ash fell into the bronze furnace. Shen Zhao looked at the young man's suddenly pale face and took out half a piece of chi-patterned jade pendant from his sleeve - this was the proof she had taken the risk to steal from Xie Chengyuan's secret box this morning.
"This item comes from the Beirong royal workshop." She pressed the jade pendant into Xie Heng's palm, and her blood pulsed under the cold jade. "Three days later, pray at Huangjue Temple, and a wandering monk who has placed an order will come to you to ask for this item."
Thunder broke out outside the window and heavy rain poured down. Shen Zhao looked at the back of the young man staggering away and slowly twisted the beads. Number one hundred and nine, the sandalwood texture has been carved into the texture. The first piece of this chess game finally came to an end.
Purpose: Shuangwen