Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Han Jue stared intently at the figure within the golden carriage. The familiar silhouette in his memory had lost its youthfulness, now possessing a more mature and majestic presence. A cold sneer escaped his throat. "Haha... After years of painstaking efforts, he finally got what he wanted. I bet he's very proud!"

Xiao Yan in the golden carriage seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his eyes. His sharp gaze swept across the buildings on the street, but he only caught a fleeting afterimage behind the window lattice.

Nan Jing's procession gradually moved away, slowly heading towards the imperial palace. However, Han Jue remained frozen in front of the window, his eyes fixed on the distance.

Xie Qingli looked at his tense figure and sighed softly, "If you really want to find out the truth of that year... it's better to go find him and ask him for the truth. It's better than speculating day and night and adding to your suffering."

Han Jue slowly turned around, the emotions surging in his eyes calmed down. "Now I am just the young lady's Han Jue. There is no need to mention the past. I can help the young lady fulfill her wish and help Master get revenge. This is enough..."

Xie Qingli raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled gently, "Great! I heard that the Feng Qian envoys will arrive in Beijing in two days. How are your preparations going?"

A playful smile curved Han Jue's lips as he turned and took out a brocade box with dark patterns from the sandalwood cabinet. With his back to Xie Qingli, he took out the human skin mask from the box and carefully placed it on his face.

When he turned around again, he had changed into a stranger face that was carefree and romantic - his sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling, and the corners of his lips were naturally frivolous.

Xie Qingli's eyes narrowed, and he said in surprise: "This is..."

Han Jue's fingertips gently stroked the edge of his jaw, ensuring the mask fit perfectly. When he raised his eyes, his voice took on a hint of languid nobility: "The delegation that came to celebrate Feng Qian's birthday is led by the most favored Fifth Prince, Feng Zhaoheng."

He paused, a cold glint in his eyes. "Master, inspired by the incident with the fake Xiao Rui, ordered me to impersonate Feng Zhaoheng. This diplomatic delegation's visit... is the perfect opportunity to use someone else's trick."

Suddenly, he chuckled, a playful smile appearing on his elegant face. "If this plan succeeds, wouldn't it be easy to deal with the Feng Qian Imperial Family by leveraging this important identity? Even...if I ever ascend to the Feng Qian throne, when the truth comes to light, the Feng Qian Imperial Family will be so enraged that they'll vomit three liters of blood."

This plan was truly shocking. Xie Qingli's eyes widened upon hearing it, his voice filled with worry: "This... is too dangerous. You sneaked into the Fengqian royal family alone. If your identity is exposed..."

Han Jue smiled brightly, a carefree look appearing on the handsome face that belonged to "Feng Zhaoheng": "The more dangerous the thing, the more interesting it is to do it!"

He suddenly knelt on one knee, looked up at Xie Qingli, his eyes full of sincerity: "Miss, just wait patiently. When I hand over the Fengqian kingdom to you...you can go to Fengqian and become the empress, and you will no longer be controlled by anyone..."

Before he finished speaking, a light cough was heard from the door.

Xie Qingli suddenly turned around and saw Zou Ping standing at the door without him noticing when, with no expression on his face.

Han Jue's ears instantly turned crimson, and he hurriedly stood up. Xie Qingli stroked his sleeves and called softly, "Master..."

Zou Ping, seemingly oblivious, slowly entered the room and placed a thick stack of secret reports on the desk. He tapped the pages with his finger and spoke gently, "This is the details of the diplomatic corps from various countries that have come to celebrate your birthday."

"Besides the major powers like Nanjing, Fengqian, and Linyuan..." He flipped open the topmost layer of secret reports, revealing a stack of documents underneath. "There's also a list of envoys from the thirteen smaller countries in the southwest. They're all here."

Han Jue took off his mask and carefully placed it back in the brocade box. He sneered at the words, "This damn emperor is really putting on such a grand show! It's just a birthday, but he's invited so many people. Does he really think he's the ruler of the world?"

Xie Qingli took the secret report and read it carefully. Suddenly, he looked up in surprise. "The Third Prince of Linyuan, Tuoba Lie? He is a brave and skilled warrior. After the Khan King stayed at the royal court, he has been fighting against the Jiang family army in the northwest. How could it be..."

Zou Ping nodded, his eyes as solemn as steel. "Nanjing, Fengqian, and Linyuan are all sent by the three countries, and they are all the most likely candidates to inherit the throne. This coincidence is probably not accidental..."

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That afternoon, a piece of news rocked Shengjing like thunder: Crown Prince Nanjing had come, not only to celebrate the birthday, but also to forge a marriage alliance with Dongling. Most astonishingly, the prince defied the old custom of marrying a woman from the imperial clan for a marriage alliance between the two countries, declaring that family background was of no concern, simply seeking a soulmate.

The news sent the entire city into a frenzy. Nanjing was a prosperous nation with a peaceful people and a clean government, even surpassing Dongling and far surpassing the barbaric lands of Linyuan. If she could gain the favor of Crown Prince Nanjing, she would not only enjoy the honor of being a Crown Princess, but also the prospect of becoming the mother of the nation and ruling the six harems.

Within half a day, the entrance to the Honglu Guesthouse was already crowded with carriages and horses. Even the usually reserved ladies of noble families could no longer contain themselves, and invitations and visiting cards flew into the guesthouse like snowflakes. Some even paid a large sum of money to purchase the itinerary of the Nanjing delegation, just to "chance" to encounter His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the market.

However, Xiao Yan was surprisingly low-key. He declined all invitations, ignored the young ladies who waited eagerly outside his guesthouse, and mostly stayed indoors. When he occasionally appeared in the streets, the ladies of the city would throw handkerchiefs and perfume sachets at him.

In contrast, the behavior of Feng Zhaoheng, the fifth prince of Feng Qian, was completely different. This prince, rumored to be a playboy, showed no restraint even in a foreign land, spending his days in brothels and sleeping with beauties, living up to the reputation of a dandy to the fullest.

To uncover Feng Qian's true intentions behind his schemes in Dongling and uncover the traitor within the court who was colluding with him, Chu Yuncang dispatched personnel to monitor Feng Zhaoheng's every move from the day he arrived in Shengjing City. However, this seemingly dissolute prince was constantly guarded by over a dozen top-tier experts, making close proximity difficult. Han Jue was forced to disguise himself daily and keep a close eye on him.

That evening, Feng Zhaoheng, once again riding in his gilded sedan chair, departed from the Honglu Guesthouse, parading through the streets towards Zui Hongzhuang. As he passed the guesthouse's gate, he raised his eyebrow and gave his usual charming smile to the group of young ladies eagerly awaiting Xiao Yan's arrival.

At the corner of the street, Han Jue was casually hawking sesame cakes, his eyes following the gilded sedan chair. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes. Although Feng Zhaoheng tried hard to maintain his usual demeanor today, the smile on his face was missing the natural and uninhibited charm of the past.

He calmly winked at the young man at the pastry stall opposite, picked up his load, and slowly walked towards Zui Hongzhuang in the sedan chair.

Xie Qingli rushed over after receiving the news, hiding in the shadows of the alleyway near the guesthouse's side entrance. Soon, he saw several men dressed as servants sneaking out of the side door. One of them, though unassuming in appearance, carried an air of dignity and dignity, his every gesture revealing something unnatural. Xie Qingli pressed his scholar's scarf down and quietly followed.

The pedestrian entered Yunshuizhai and went straight to the third floor. Just as Xie Qingli was about to step onto the stairs, a clever waiter dodged and blocked the way. The waiter smiled attentively, but his arm remained motionless. "Sir, please forgive me, the third floor is already reserved today. How about I arrange a good window seat for you on the second floor?"