"Miss Yan, who is far away in the depths of Beijing, also knows about the Jiangsu Yangzhou envoy?" Zhou Yihuan said with equal surprise. Is her father very famous? How does a young lady from a large wealthy family know this? In fact, she herself wasnt even clear about her fathers business and didnt know what kind of trade he was involved in.

  Yan Xijun smiled and said: "Your father is so fierce, his reputation is far-reaching, I also occasionally heard my father mention him."

  Zhou Yi Huan rubbed his hands excitedly and said with a slightly uneasy expression: "My father is not worthy of being mentioned by the great general, its really embarrassing."

  "Miss Zhou doesnt have to be like this," Yan Xiqiong said indifferently, pulling her cloak tighter as the cold wind blew by. "Its late and dew is heavy, Miss Zhou should go back to her room to rest early. I also need to get some rest, tomorrow we still need to get up early to practice etiquette with the ladies."

  "Uh-huh, okay, Miss Yan, take your time."

  Yan Xijun said no more, turned and left. She was originally a cold and aloof person who did not like to socialize with others, and it was even less necessary to get close to the imperial consorts in this deep palace.

  She went to her own boudoir, because of her special status, the eunuchs, palace maids and palace girls in the palace did not dare to make things difficult for her. Thanks to Sisters gift, Jing Shifang specially arranged for her to live alone in a boudoir, while other xiū girls lived five people per boudoir, even Jia Lians wife was no exception, also living with two xiū girls.

  Zhou Yis beautiful eyes saw Yan Xijun off, gazing at the fleeting figure of her back. She felt a pang of envy and jealousy, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. Eventually, her gaze returned to calmness, but in her heart, she secretly vowed: no matter what, she couldnt give up on her, and would use her as a stepping stone to climb higher, all the way to the position of Mother of the Heavens.

  Yan Xijun pushed open the door and stepped inside, a wave of heat rushed towards her face, and she couldnt help but shiver in her heart. In every corner of the room, there were several incense burners driving away the cold, and the stoves were emitting wisps of white mist that curled upwards.

  She poured a cup of hot tea and took a sip, warming herself up, calming her mind, then finished the whole cup before heading to the inner room.

  Yan Xijun glanced over at the bathtub and thought to herself, "That assassin should be gone by now." At this moment, the exquisite cloak was still draped over the edge of the bathtub. She would let the maid clean it up in the morning; for now, she had lost interest in bathing and was ready to change into her nightclothes and rest.

  She had just taken off her cloak and outer garment, hanging them on the wooden rack beside her. As she glanced sideways with a lingering gaze, she saw that the white bed curtain had been lowered at some point, but she remembered it was still hung up when she left the room. How did it come to be lowered now?

  Yan Xikuns heart was filled with doubts, and she lightly moved her lotus steps to the front of the bed. Through the thin bed curtain, she gazed intently at the red silk quilt embroidered with peonies, which was slightly bulging as if hiding something.

  She plucked up her courage and pushed open the bed curtains, reaching out to lift the quilt, but unexpectedly a mans handsome face emerged from under the quilt.

  What a handsome face is that?

  Only saw this person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, under the high nose bridge, tightly pursed thin lips, revealing a cold and frosty intent.

  "Ah......!" Yan Xijun saw this strange man and couldnt help but exclaim, when did her bed have a cold and ruthless man lying on it?

  "Hush..." The cold man slightly furrowed his brow, stood up, and wrapped his arm around Yan Xijuns slender waist. He immediately covered her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise, and with a swift motion, lifted her onto the bed.

  Yan Xijun widened her eyes in shock, staring at this cold and ruthless man. Her clear eyes contained many unspoken questions: What did he want to do? Who was he? Why did his facial features seem somewhat familiar?