The corners of Zhan Qingyue's mouth twitched. She didn't expect it to happen so quickly. She nervously picked up the tea and took a big gulp.
When the two got engaged, she reluctantly agreed. Although she knew she would get married sooner or later, it was not the time yet.
Han Yiyun looked at the panic in Zhan Qingyue's eyes and thought she was nervous. Inexplicably thinking of the word "brother" she almost blurted out on the day of the engagement, she had to suppress the urgency in her heart and force out a smile.
"Look at how nervous you are. My Yueyue will be the wife of the number one scholar in the future. I will definitely marry you with flying colors. Now I have nothing but to do my best to be nice to you."
Zhan Qingyue gradually calmed down, looking at Han Yiyun's handsome face with a pair of bright apricot eyes, and her long eyelashes were like two shells, opening and closing.
"Brother Han, let's go to Beijing together. It happened that the second sister-in-law said that there are several shops like ours in Beijing. I got two new things today. They plan to make new products for the shop, so I have to go and help with the staff. "
She smiled without mentioning that it was because she was worried about Han Yiyun.
Han Yiyun noticed her little thoughts, pretended not to know, nodded with a smile.
"Okay, then let's go to Beijing together."
Han Mansion in the capital.
"What? The eldest son wants to be appointed to the capital? Is he already on his way to the capital?"
Mrs. Han angrily smashed the bird's nest in her hand on the visitor's face.
"This is a useless thing. Why are you reporting such a big thing now?"
She was gnashing her teeth, as if she was trying to chew up the future person.
The visitor fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, trembling and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
"Ma'am, do you want me to stop them from entering the city?"
Mrs. Han's face was twisted with anger.
She slapped the desk in front of her and said angrily: "No! The eldest son's entry into the capital is unstoppable. He wants to be an official in the capital. This has nothing to do with us. But if he wants to enter the gate of our Han Mansion, then it will be a big deal." Just ask me."
Mrs. Han snorted coldly, turned her eyes around mischievously, and suddenly had an idea in her mind.
"In this case, you go..."
She waved her hand, called the trembling boy who was kneeling on the ground to come closer, and whispered a few words in a low voice.
The boy nodded in agreement and left.
On their way to Beijing, Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun suddenly appeared in front of a group of masked men, blocking their carriage with fierce looks.
Han Yiyun quickly drew out his dagger and protected it in front of Zhan Qingyue.
The house slaves who were accompanying him quickly took out their weapons and were on guard.
Unexpectedly, the other party did not come for robbery at all.
"Han Yiyun!"
When the other party came up, he called out Han Yiyun's name, and Han Yiyun's eyebrows slowly knitted together.
"Are you sent here by Mrs. Han?"
The other party didn't seem to think that he immediately pointed out their identities, and each of their hands holding the knife was a little unsteady.
The masked man in the lead raised the cold-gleaming knife and pointed it directly at Han Yiyun.
"Since you already know, let's let you die clearly. Brothers, let's go together."
After finishing speaking, the masked men swarmed forward with swords waving, and came menacingly.
Han Yiyun sneered. When he was in Yanbei and Beihan, he wasn't afraid of the soldiers, so how could he be afraid of these blind bandits?
"Protect the girl!"
Han Yiyun shouted, jumped off the carriage and fought with the person.
Not to be outdone, Zhan Qingyue opened the curtain of the carriage and jumped off the carriage in one swift step.
She shouted at the slaves of the Zhan family: "Protect yourselves! Brother Han, I'm here to help you."
Several of the Zhan family slaves who were traveling with him were stunned, and they were all eager to try with weapons in hand.
A few clever people suddenly shouted: "What are you guys doing standing still? The girl and the young master have been so kind to us, we can't be ungrateful. Go ahead and beat these gangsters away!"
Suddenly the two parties were fighting together. The gangsters sent by Mrs. Han fought and retreated, and escaped far away in a short time.
Zhan Qingyue looked around and felt relieved when he saw that there were no casualties on his side.
Han Yiyun walked towards Zhan Qingyue with an ugly expression and smiled bitterly: "I really didn't expect that woman to do such a thing as assassination in order to prevent me from returning to Han Mansion."
Zhan Qingyue opened her mouth but couldn't say anything to comfort her, so she had to raise her hand and patted Han Yiyun on the shoulder.
"Brother Han, it's okay. You still have me. Our soldiers will cover up the water and the earth. Don't be afraid of her."
Han Yiyun chuckled. After all, he didn't want to worry her about his own affairs.
"Madam! How dare you?" Han Junsheng stared at Madam Han with a cold face, his eyes so sharp that they could eat people.
"Why? What's wrong with me? I've worked hard to manage the house for so many years, why should I have to hand everything over to him when he comes?"
Mrs. Han cried and wiped away her tears, and secretly glanced at Han Junsheng's expression where he couldn't see him.
In the past, he had been the worst at it, but now that he saw him, as expected, most of the anger on Han Junsheng's face had disappeared.
"Madam, even if you don't want him to come in, you don't have to go out of your way to send someone to assassinate him. I'm warning you, this won't happen again."
Mrs. Han nodded repeatedly, her face aggrieved, her eyes full of cunning.
After finally waiting for Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun to enter Beijing, Han Junsheng couldn't wait to present a two-bedroom house.
"Yiyun, I have already taught her a lesson about her sending people to harm you. Don't worry, it won't happen again."
Han Yiyun pushed the house deed back and said without changing his expression: "No need, Mr. Han, I have a place to live and I don't need your charity."
He said these words without mercy, turned around and went back to the medicinal hot pot restaurant managed by Brother Zhang.
Now he and Zhan Qingyue are temporarily living in the hot pot restaurant. Even if ten more people come, the backyard of the hot pot restaurant can still accommodate them.
Zhan Qingyue entered the capital. Under the leadership of Cuizhu, he inspected the shops and learned about the market.
"Second sister-in-law, please go back and rest quickly. You are preparing for pregnancy, so don't be tired. I will take your pulse when I get back. Maybe you already have a nephew."
Zhan Qingyue laughed and asked several servants to send Cuizhu back.
She went to the bank alone.
As soon as I entered the door, I was immediately greeted by a fat shopkeeper.
His eyes looked over Zhan Qingyue like searchlights, and his tone was neither salty nor cool: "Sir, what do you want to see?"
"I want to buy a bigger house and look at some shops in good locations."
When the fat-faced shopkeeper heard this, he felt very happy. He took Zhan Qingyue around diligently and successfully got the deposit in his hand.
When Zhan Qingyue urged him to take the house deed to the Yamen to handle the transfer of ownership, the fat-faced shopkeeper suddenly changed his expression.
