My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Fu Shiyan shook his head and said slowly: "If we can make these peppers into pepper sauce, it would be a good choice! In this way, it is not only convenient to preserve, but also easy to sell."

Huaying had never expected that Fu Shiyan's idea was exactly the same as hers. She couldn't help but smile with delight. She nodded repeatedly, raised a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, and said in a sweet voice: "What a coincidence! I'm familiar with making chili sauce! Then let's follow the old rules. I'll be responsible for making the tutorial, and you'll be responsible for the labor. As for the profits...we'll split it 50-50, how about that?"

Fu Shiyan smiled slightly, gazed at Huaying tenderly, and replied softly, "That's great."

At this time, Aunt Zhang came over with a basket of steaming pancakes, handed them to Huaying enthusiastically, and said with a smile: "The pancakes are still hot, eat them on the way."

Huaying quickly took the pancake and said gratefully, "Give it to Dongxue to try when you get back. She must have been craving this for a long time."

Aunt Zhang had a loving smile on her face and she once again reminded Huaying to take care of herself and not to continue losing weight.

Faced with the long-lost nagging of Zhang, I couldn't help but feel touched, my nose felt sore, and my eyes gradually became moist.

The kind woman in front of her was the first person to greet Huaying after she came into this world. She had been helping her silently. Huaying had said words of gratitude countless times in her heart.

After saying goodbye to Aunt Zhang, Huaying and Fu Shiyan set off on their way back. In the carriage, Huaying was thinking about going back to try making chili sauce, while Fu Shiyan was watching her quietly.

"Huaying, are you doing well in the capital?" Fu Shiyan suddenly asked.

Huaying turned her gaze to the peach blossom forest outside the window and said calmly, "It's good. Why isn't it good? You never thought that I'm the legitimate daughter of the Shen family."

She stroked her dress gently, feeling free in this cloth.

Fu Shiyan stared at her silently, with a hint of complexity in his eyes. He said softly, "When I was in the capital, I heard rumors about you. The Queen Mother's words, 'I should marry Shen Anning,' have been circulating in the capital for many days."

After hearing this, Huaying was surprised and looked at Fu Shiyan with wide eyes in disbelief.

She had never asked about his background before, just because she was afraid of touching the pain deep in his heart.

At this moment, he took the initiative to mention...

Fu Shiyan stared at Huaying, his originally relaxed demeanor becoming somewhat serious. He spoke slowly and steadily, "In fact, I am Fu Shiyan, the son of the Right Prime Minister. The second son who was burned to death in the fire in Fu's mansion was not me."

These words were like a thunderclap exploding in Huaying's ears, causing her heart to tremble.

The scene of the fire in Youcheng Mansion that Qinghe had mentioned before flashed through his mind. He also remembered that his father and brother had doubted Fu Shiyan's background more than once.

At this moment, she looked at the person in front of her with some shock. It turned out that Fu Shiyan was the son of the old friend her father was looking for.

Huaying was silent for a while, calming down her inner turmoil, and said calmly: "Fu Shiyan, you would never have thought that my father is also looking for your whereabouts. If he had not been busy with work, he would have come to Taohua Town with me. Although he was unable to come with me, he specifically asked me to bring a painter to paint your portrait so that I can take it back for him to review."

Hearing this, Fu Shiyan couldn't help but think of the last words his father left before his death. He subconsciously clenched the corner of his robe slightly, but still had a gentle smile on his face. He looked at Huaying firmly and asked softly, "Oh? What exactly did Lord Zuo Cheng want to see me about?"

Huaying said seriously, "Father once told me that he and your father both served as prime ministers in the court and had the same goal. Father wanted to find you, firstly to help you find out the truth behind the fire, and secondly to help you become an official in the court."

Fu Shiyan slowly loosened his robe and responded softly: "Thank you for me, sir. Judging from the current situation, I am afraid it will cause a lot of inconvenience to you. Besides, if I stay here to study, I can also pass the imperial examination."

Huaying nodded slightly, understanding Fu Shiyan's thoughts. She knew that a person who had gone through hardships really needed enough time to heal his inner pain.

The carriage was quiet. After a long time, Fu Shiyan gently called Huaying's name. Huaying turned to look at him and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Fu Shiyan touched her hair, looked at Huaying with a complicated look in his eyes, and said gently, "Nothing."

In fact, he wanted to say that he would go to Zuo Chengfu's house to propose marriage after he passed the imperial examination, but given the current situation, he really didn't dare to promise her.

The carriage soon arrived at Zui Jiang Yue's door. Hua Ying slowly got off the carriage, handed the pancake given by Aunt Zhang to Qing He beside her, and went into the store. Seeing that the store was still crowded, she went upstairs.

Huaying returned to the room and took out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. After a while, Huaying went downstairs to the kitchen and handed it to Uncle Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, this is the secret recipe for making chili sauce. Ask Ah Nian to try it when he is free."

Zhang Bo took the secret recipe with a smile on his face, "Okay, Ah Nian has gone to check on the troublemaker and hasn't come back yet, I will make one according to this method now."

Huaying nodded slightly and went upstairs again. Qinghe saw that the young lady looked tired, so she hurriedly brought a glass of water and handed it to her, "Miss, the painter just came to ask when we will paint the portrait of Mr. Fu."

Sitting at the table, Huaying thought of his kiss today and her face became slightly hot. "Tell the painter that there is no need to paint."

Qinghe opened her mouth to ask something, but saw the young lady fiddling with the jade hairpin in the wooden box, so she bowed and left.

Huaying was playing with the jade hairpin, her mind had already flown away. She thought of Fu Shiyan's identity and the relationship between him and her father, and her heart was filled with doubts.

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door.

Fu Shiyan was standing at the door holding a lavender brocade box. He put the box in Huaying's hand and said, "I owe you a gift for the Chinese Valentine's Day."

Huaying took the brocade box and opened it, only to see a translucent peach blossom jade pendant.

Fu Shiyan's eyes fell on the exquisite hairpin on the table, which was the gift he had given to Huaying before.

She picked up the hairpin and slowly walked towards Huaying. She stood in front of her and carefully inserted the hairpin into her cloud-like hair.

Huaying raised her eyes and looked at Fu Shiyan shyly, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Fu Shiyan's eyes became more gentle. He lifted Huaying's chin and leaned down without hesitation, giving her a soft and affectionate kiss on her lips.

Huaying's cheeks flushed instantly, and she tried to push Fu Shiyan away, but he held her hand tightly, making the kiss deeper. Finally, Fu Shiyan slowly let her go, his eyes full of attachment and reluctance.

Fu Shiyan looked at Huaying's shy and lovely appearance, and couldn't help but smile. He said softly: "I asked you out on the Qixi Festival to tell you that I only want to marry you in this life. I will study hard, pass the imperial examination, and go to the capital. Wait for me."