She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 207: Old Acquaintance Returns, Situation in Turmoil

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Old Acquaintance Returns, Situation in Turmoil

Zhang Nian had long become utterly panicked. She had always thought that Wang Keren was one with hidden depths, so whatever Wang Keren said now, she went straight and did it.

After climbing into the carriage, she looked at Wang Keren standing by the small door, dressed in a pink silk dress, smiling at her as if she were a Guanyin made of jade.

"Keren, I, Zhang Nian, will never forget the kindness you and your father have shown me. I will repay you by any means necessary in the future."

Wang Keren stretched out her hand to grasp Zhang Nian’s: "We are sisters. Why say such things? It would only make our relationship seem distant."

Zhang Nian’s eyes reddened, and she firmly clasped Wang Keren’s hand, chokingly saying, "Keren, remember to come and fetch me."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener read into it deeply. Wang Keren’s heart skipped a beat, her face flashed an unnatural expression, but she quickly covered it up: "Don’t you trust the bond we’ve shared since we were little? Your affairs are my own. Father has already started an investigation, rest assured, it won’t be long before I bring you back to the Capital City."

Zhang Nian was so moved she didn’t know what to say and her tears started falling like rain.

Wang Keren withdrew her hand, patted the side of the carriage, and said to the coachman, "It’s getting late. Hurry up, the roads are not easy to travel at night."

After speaking, she looked back at Zhang Nian, "Be at ease, all right?"

"Mhmm!" Zhang Nian nodded firmly.

At that moment, as the carriage slowly pulled away, Zhang Nian opened the curtain and kept her eyes fixed on Wang Keren, not letting go until her figure turned into a speck in the distance. Only then did she reluctantly let the curtain fall.

At the doorway, Wang Keren also watched the carriage disappear at the street corner before she turned to leave.

The smile that was like a spring breeze turned icy cold.

"No one is to speak of today’s events. Act as though Miss Zhang of the Zhang Family was never here at the Wang Family." She said coldly to the maidservants: "Did you all hear that?"

"We heard you, miss." The maidservants shrank their necks and responded in unison.

Only then did Wang Keren breathe a sigh of relief and walk toward her father’s study.

At that time, the official Wang had just put down his writing brush when he saw her enter.

Wang Keren performed a respectful salute: "Greetings, Father."

"Hmm, is the matter handled?" Official Wang asked, his expression grave, his beard white, but his eyes still shone brightly.

Wang Keren replied with her head bowed, "I have sent the person on her way."

"That will do." Official Wang breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since Zhang Nian entered his residence, his heart had been weighed down as if by a stone.

How could he not know how the Zhang Family met its demise when others did not?

Just a few days earlier, the news that the Empress had been sent to the Cold Palace by His Majesty suddenly came out. At that moment, he knew who was behind the destruction of the Zhang Family.

However, concerning the Empress being sent away to the Cold Palace, the official story to the outside world was that the Empress was unwell, which certainly gave His Majesty’s intentions an intriguing twist.

He had never achieved great political feats in his life; his success depended on his ability to speculate and align himself with the right side.

"This matter is no longer related to our Wang Family now," said Official Wang, looking up at his daughter, then suddenly frowning and saying, "Your mother mentioned that you have turned away many matchmakers recently?"

Wang Keren’s face drained of color bit by bit: "To reply to Father, your daughter felt that the matches the matchmakers proposed were not reliable, which is why I turned them away."

"Is that so?" Official Wang said in a tone laden with ambiguous meaning.

Wang Keren’s hands and feet began to grow cold.

The fact that she harbored affection for the Young Marquis of the Northern Border had always been a secret deeply held in her heart, and it was impossible for her father to know.

Indeed, after a while, Official Wang spoke again.

"I know you have high aspirations, but given the current unstable situation, it would be better to find a good husband and settle down. In this way, your father can still lend you a hand while I’m able. With your capabilities, becoming the lady of a distinguished family should not be out of your reach. Do you understand my meaning?"

Wang Keren, her gaze cast downward, concealed the thoughts in her eyes. All the cunning little schemes hidden in dark corners were carefully covered up by her.

"Your daughter understands, please rest assured, Father."

Seeing her so sensible and obedient, Official Wang was satisfied and nodded, picking up his writing brush again: "I’ve always had complete confidence in you. You handled today’s matter well. You may go."

"Thank you for your praise, Father. Your daughter will take her leave."

"Mhmm."

As Official Wang went back to writing, Wang Keren left, carefully closing the door to the study.

At that moment, a waiting maidservant who had been standing by suddenly came up to her.

"Miss! The Young Marquis from the Northern Border is about to arrive in the Capital City."

"Really?" Wang Keren gripped the maid’s wrist, her tone unable to hide her excitement as she asked.

The maid nodded her head, "The news is absolutely certain. I estimate in another seven days, he should be entering the Capital City, and by then, miss, you will be able to meet the Young Marquis."

"Don’t talk nonsense." A blush flashed across Wang Keren’s cheeks.

Remembering she was still at the doorway of her father’s study, she hurriedly pulled the maid beside her and walked outside.

On the other side.

The more the carriage carrying Zhang Nian travelled, the more remote the path became, and the sky grew ever darker.

Zhang Nian couldn’t help but lift the carriage curtain and shouted to the coachman, "How much longer until we arrive?"

The coachman didn’t respond to her first call.

Zhang Nian braced against the inner wall of the carriage, moved towards the outside, and pushed the coachman.

This push was disastrous, as the coachman’s body tilted and fell over.

Zhang Nian screamed, only to see an arrow feather stuck abruptly in the coachman’s chest, the blood around the wound had already solidified into a dark color, and his face turned a bluish-purple, obviously he had been dead for quite some time.

That is to say, a dead man had been driving the carriage this whole time.

At this thought, Zhang Nian’s limbs went weak, and she couldn’t help but scream out loud.

Amidst her screams, the coachman tumbled heavily off the carriage, kicking up a thick cloud of dust on the ground.

The uncontrolled horses were now dragging the carriage towards a cliff, and with a piercing scream, both horse and carriage plummeted off the cliff!

Only two tracks from the carriage wheels were left on the ground, soon obscured by the pouring rain which covered them, and then they were gone without a trace.

Travelers in the distance, looking towards the distant Capital City, had no choice but to rein in their horses and stop at a small inn nearby.

Huai Yu, covered in dust and weariness, placed a longsword on the table inside the room.

Her originally smooth cheek now sported a pink scar at the right corner of her forehead; it was a fresh wound.

She changed out of her soaking clothes and then lit an oil lamp.

Laying out a sheet of stationery on the table, she picked up a pen and began to recount the events she had encountered during this period.

She hadn’t expected that despite her rushed return, she still hadn’t been able to meet Yan Wanqing.

Listening to the rain outside that had lessened to a sprinkle, Huai Yu sighed deeply.

War is heartless; she just hoped Yan Wanqing was safe at the front lines.

"Knock, knock, knock." A few light raps suddenly came from outside the window.

Huai Yu cautiously covered the letter on the table with a book.

"Who is it?"

"Young Marquis is well, sent by my master’s orders, to deliver an item to you," a male voice came from outside.

Huai Yu slightly frowned, "Who is your master?"

"Princess Anping."

Hearing that it was someone sent by Yan Wanqing, Huai Yu opened the window.

The man outside wearing dusky clothes knelt inside the room and took out a brocade pouch from his chest, placing it on the table.

"The Commandery Princess instructed that once you return to the Capital City and meet a certain noble person, you are to open it," he said.

Huai Yu raised an eyebrow, "Noble person? What noble person?"

"The Commandery Princess did not elaborate, only said that you will know once you are back in the Capital City."

Huai Yu nodded her head, the messenger naturally wouldn’t understand Yan Wanqing’s daily cryptic way of speaking, so she waved her hand, and the man turned, stepping onto the window ledge, then disappeared into the rain.

Huai Yu clenched the brocade pouch tightly in her palm.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she untied the strings of the pouch and pulled out a small square piece of paper from inside...

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