After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

After Mr. Shu finished speaking his grand words, he looked into Yan Yun's eyes and realized that he had lost his composure. What nonsense was he talking about?

Throughout history, how many women have truly become great talents? Absolutely none.

He denied himself, yet couldn't help but affirm Yan Yun.

"If you're willing, you can definitely become the first one."

Hearing Mr. Shu's praise, Yan Yun felt even more confident.

Her handwriting was poor, crooked and illegible, but she felt satisfied after Mr. Shu said it.

Her room is now neatly filled with papers.

She can now recognize some simple poems. Mr. Shu brought some books for her to read. Yan Yun felt that this showed that Mr. Shu believed in her. She copied down the characters she didn't recognize and asked him about them the next day.

In just over two months, Yan Yun had sprouted another half of her hair and learned quite a bit.

Mr. Keshu has been visiting the Zheng residence less often. It's not that he doesn't want to come, but his health is indeed not good. Several times he has been so sick that he couldn't get up. Now that the weather is getting colder, his family has decided to let him stay at home to recuperate.

Yan Yun waited anxiously at the mansion, but no one came. After more than an hour, a maid came to tell him that Mr. Shu would not be coming today.

Yan Yun stopped the maid.

The maid felt that this was a situation where she couldn't communicate with the mute young lady; she didn't know how to talk to her or understand what she meant.

"Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"

Yan Yun took out the character "Shu" written on the paper.

Unfortunately, the maid couldn't read, and with a troubled expression, she led Yan Yun to find the steward. The steward, however, could read and understood what his young mistress meant.

The housekeeper asked around and told Yan Yun that Mr. Shu was resting at home and wouldn't be coming.

Yan Yun jogged away.

She went to Zheng Jihua's study and rummaged through it again and again. The maid thought she was going to read a book and didn't pay any attention, so she went to do her own thing.

Yan Yun neatly wrapped up the books and walked out.

Because Yan hadn't left the mansion for a long time, the people in the backyard relaxed, and the door was pushed open, allowing them to leave very easily.

She looked at the intersection, walked along, and observed the people around her until she saw someone who could guide her, then handed over the papers in her hand.

The crooked handwriting reads "Where to Mr. Shu's residence?"

She prepared all of this before leaving home.

The man pointed ahead: "Keep walking straight ahead, and you'll see the city wall. You can ask around there; Mr. Shu is over there."

Yan Yun took back the paper and nodded as he moved forward.

She carried her homemade bundle and looked quite charming, but unfortunately it was cold today, and with the constant cold wind blowing, it was hard to see anyone else along the way.

Yan Yun walked forward, first a few raindrops fell on her face, then a dense drizzle. She quickly took shelter under the eaves and wiped the water off her face with her hands, which were also very cold.

She peeked out and looked up; why was it raining?

Although the rain wasn't heavy, it was rather cold, and the rain felt like frost on her face. She leaned against the eaves and walked forward, but at the next intersection she was troubled. There were several forks in the road ahead, and she didn't know which way to go to Mr. Shu's house.

Yan Yun couldn't remember him, and she had no impression of Mr. Shu before. It was a pity that she was born and married here, but she didn't remember these people.

She walked forward carefully, blowing warm air on her hands.

Having finally seen someone again, she stepped forward and handed over the note. The farmer, busy collecting his belongings, couldn't read and tossed the paper aside.

Yan Yun finally caught the paper that was thrown out, and saw that it was smudged by water droplets.

She understood that pretending to be mute had brought inconvenience, but only in this way would Zheng Jihua remember that he owed her something, and remember that it was because of what he did that she only had a mute daughter.

She put the papers away and remembered the academy she had visited last time. She remembered the location clearly and jogged forward until she arrived at the academy.

Unfortunately, the door was closed, but it was bustling inside and you could hear the noise.

Yan Yun raised his hand to knock on the door, but the knocking was still noticed.

The young man opened the door and looked at the little girl in front of him. "Which young lady has come looking for someone?"

Yan Yun handed over his paper. The boy opened it and could barely make out the words, but seeing the weather outside, he didn't want to leave the academy.

Pointing to the pavilion not far away.

"Walk forward another hundred meters or so, then turn left. The plaque above the door says 'Shuyuan'."

After saying that, he closed the door.

But someone else spoke up from behind, stopping him: "Brother Yang, who has come to visit?"

Yan Yun looked over at the sound and saw three or four more teenagers approaching.

The boy who opened the door first explained, "She's going to Mr. Shu's residence and came to ask for directions."

The boys exchanged glances. Wasn't this the girl who hadn't been around for a long time?

"Mr. Shu?"

One of them was somewhat surprised, "What is this girl going to do with Mr. Shu?"

That's someone else's business.

Not asking too many questions is also a gentlemanly act.

"Go inside, it's very cold today, it's going to snow."

Yan Yun knew the direction and left.

Yan Yun walked forward, and at this moment the light rain falling from the sky gradually turned into heavy snow.

The boys standing in front of the academy were saying, "That girl just keeps walking like that, isn't she afraid of getting cold?"

Just as they were talking, someone came out with a bamboo umbrella and chased after them.

"Huh? Why did he go out?"

"This person?"

Amidst their discussions.

Yan Yunjin remembered the direction the person had indicated and headed forward, but she wasn't sure about the distance and didn't see the left turn. The heavy snow falling on her turned into rain as the temperature dropped, soaking her clothes.

Just as she was about to turn the corner, someone called out to her from behind.

"The direction is wrong."

Yan Yun looked back and saw that the bamboo umbrella standing above his head blocked the person's face.

His tone was detached and decisive: "Mr. Shu's courtyard is to the right."

Yan Yun immediately turned around and walked in the direction he had given her. She had initially thought the snow had stopped, but when she heard footsteps behind her and looked up, she saw that the bamboo umbrella was still standing above her head.

Yan Yun wasn't afraid because she remembered that the person behind her was from the academy, and she had seen him several times before.

We arrived at Shuyuan.

The door is closed and guests are not welcome.

Yan Yun stepped forward and knocked on the door, waiting for someone inside to open it. She immediately pointed to herself and then to the bundle she was carrying, but the other person didn't remember that the person in front of her was a guest.

"May I ask who it is?"

Yan Yun tried to squeeze through the crack in the open door.

However, the other party reacted quickly and stopped her.

"How could this girl barge into someone else's home?"

Yan Yun stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to do.

It was Nan Yunjing, who had come along, who spoke first: "She's here to see Mr. Shu."

But when the man saw the little girl Yan Yun, he thought she was just being playful, so he patiently explained, "The master has been unwell lately and is declining to see guests."

Upon hearing this, Yan Yun immediately untied the bundle, revealing the books inside.

The butler immediately recognized these as the books that the master often mentioned.

"Are you here to deliver a book to the gentleman?"

Yan Yun nodded immediately.

The butler, remembering that the master had recently been teaching the young lady of the Zheng family, immediately stepped aside when he saw the man before him.

"You must be Miss Zheng from the Zheng family."

Yan Yun nodded.

The butler immediately changed his attitude.

"It was my fault for not recognizing Miss Zheng. The old gentleman has been talking about you a lot lately. Please come in, I'll take you there right away."

Yan Yun quickly packed up her books and turned to thank the person from earlier.

But in the heavy snow, there was no one left. The bamboo umbrella was placed under the steps and was partially buried by the snow.

Yan Yun immediately went down and picked up the bamboo umbrella. She looked around, but the person was nowhere to be seen. However, the footprints on the ground still showed the direction he had left.