Huang Yixuan asked, "What's this Chaoyun Academy you're talking about?"
Feng Zhan hurriedly said, "Chaoyun Academy recruits new students every year, and all the students it cultivates become pillars of the court. In addition, the academy is under the jurisdiction of the Right Prime Minister..."
Huang Yixuan blinked and said, "Right Prime Minister? The Right Prime Minister has worked hard for the country and the people. He has also had a hard time with this matter."
Feng Zhan's face twitched, and he dared not speak again.
Huang Yixuan said, "That An Xin is quite unusual. How did the Grand Master of Ceremonies come to have such a strained relationship with her?"
Feng Zhan said in a low voice, "I heard that An Xin was originally timid and cowardly, but her personality suddenly changed. In the case of Shui Yue Rou, my son and niece were both present, but that girl still solved the case first. Not long ago, she also found the murderer in the death of Chen Guangzhi. Such intelligence is not something that can be changed overnight."
Huang Yixuan was taken aback: "You mean... she's not the original An Xin?"
Feng Zhan pondered for a moment and said, "But if it wasn't the original An Xin, there's no reason why An Youwei and his wife wouldn't have discovered it."
An interest flashed in Huang Yixuan's eyes, and he slowly said, "Then this will be interesting, won't it?"
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As soon as she got home, An Xin looked like she had seen a ghost, which was unusual for her. There was a row of men in front of the door carrying thorny branches... shirtless!
Although it is springtime, it is still cold. Seeing such a row of arms all at once almost made An Xin lose her composure.
Upon seeing An Youwei, everyone rushed over as if they had found a lifeline, which startled An Youwei.
"Lord An! You're finally back!" A gaunt old man hugged An Youwei tightly, tears streaming down his face.
It took An Youwei a while to react before he tentatively asked, "Your Excellency, Prefect?"
“Lord An, we’ve come to beg for forgiveness. If you don’t forgive us, we’ll kneel here forever!” More shirtless men surrounded An Youwei, while An Xin, standing to one side, stiffly twitched her lips.
Xu Ruolan was also taken aback: "Xin'er, these are all officials from the capital. Why would they come here to apologize?"
An Xin frowned slightly. Not only was her father not demoted, but he was also barred from serving as an official in the court for life. These noble adults must have forgotten about him completely. Wasn't it too strange for him to suddenly come to apologize?
An Youwei was quite frightened. Even when he was in office, these officials always looked down on him. Why did they suddenly condescend to say that they were going to apologize?
An Xin casually grabbed a scrawny minor official and asked, "Who sent you?"
The minor official was shivering from the cold, worrying about how to squeeze in, when An Xin suddenly pulled him over. He said impatiently, "Who are you! Don't bother me while I'm apologizing!"
An Xin suddenly tightened her grip on her wrist: "Tell me, who sent you here!?"
The minor official cried out in pain, stammering, "Yes, it's the Right Chancellor..."
An Xin's lips twitched suddenly. It's Yan Zhen again! What on earth is this eclectic mix up?!
"Where is he?" An Xin frowned. If things continued like this, her parents' lives would inevitably be affected. She had to find Yan Zhen and have a serious talk with him.
The minor official stammered in pain, "At, at the Yunlai Inn..."
An Xin casually abandoned him and turned to rush towards Yunlai Inn.
That bastard must have anticipated she'd come looking for him, which is why he never left. Do these court officials have nothing better to do than come to Yi'an County and neglect state affairs? Are they trying to get themselves killed?!
Xu Ruolan was about to call out to An Xin when she was surrounded by people. She couldn't squeeze past An Youwei, so she would squeeze past An Youwei's wife. As long as she was forgiven, that was all that mattered!
Yunlai Inn.
When An Xin rushed to the top floor, she was surprised to find that the door she had kicked away had been put back on intact. An Xin wanted to kick it away again, but then she had a change of heart and withdrew her foot and knocked on the door.
Sure enough, a lazy voice came from inside the room: "Come in..."
An Xin casually pushed open the door, then froze on the spot.
Amidst the rising steam, the person's face bloomed with an extraordinary, enchanting beauty, like water droplets in the mist.
An Xin's first thought was: "Since she was taking a bath, how could she let someone in without even asking? How shameless and bottomless is that?!"
He raised his eyelashes, caught sight of An Xin, and said with a slight smile, "Hmm, what brings you here?"
Anxin's teeth ache, if you're going to feign surprise, at least make it convincing!
"I have something to say. Are you going to listen to me while you're soaking in the bathtub?" An Xin completely ignored all the beautiful women.
He pressed his finger to his forehead and said, "You can come into my bathtub, and I'll listen to you again."
An Xin said coolly, "I could also drag you out of the bathtub, throw you out the window, and then consider whether or not to tell you!"
He smiled merrily, his gaze inadvertently falling on An Xin's arm before turning serious and asking, "What's wrong?"
An Xin was taken aback by his question: "What?"
He was about to get up when An Xin was provoked. She suddenly turned around and said angrily, "You, you..." She stammered for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Her rare display of shyness stirred someone's heart.
"What about me?" He chuckled softly, casually grabbed his clothes and put them on, but the coldness in his eyes did not dissipate.
"Besides being shameless, there's nothing else to it!" An Xin calmed herself down, the blush on her cheeks fading slightly, leaving only the tips of her ears red.
"My teeth are perfectly fine, how come I'm toothless?" He slowly and methodically dressed himself, then walked to her side, took her hand, and asked, "What happened?"
An Xin glanced at his robes, breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly withdrew her hand: "What's it to you!"
He exuded a faint scent of soap, a completely different aroma from incense, as if even the fragrance was tinged with damp steam, making her feel uneasy.
"It wasn't closed before, but it's closed now!" He grabbed her hand again. An Xin was furious and threw another fist at his face without mercy. This time, he didn't even block it. The fist barely stopped an inch from his face, but he didn't even bother to move his eyelashes. He just checked her injury.