Zhou Lin

Room number 17. Ye Ningjie was undecided whether to go there or not. In the end, she chose to enter Lingjie Pavilion and wandered around for a while. Perhaps there would be news from the imperial capital that could be heard.

There was a group of women who trying to be dancing sensually. The clothes were probably intentionally tight so that their breasts popped out in such a way.

Ah, those dancers may be deliberately trying to please the masher man.

Ye Ningjie passed several men who had gathered. Then she heard someone from them say, "The pavilion owner is here today."

"Really? I heard she is a very beautiful woman," said another man wearing a light blue robe.

"She may not be young anymore, but she is no less beautiful than the young girls here."

"Why are you only mentioning that now? I have seen her, a while ago she went into room number 17!" exclaimed another comrade.

"Really? Really!"

Ye Ningjie who happened to hear that immediately stopped her footsteps. Didn't the young man who previously fell at her feet say that Aunt Zhou was waiting in room number 17? Could Aunt Zhou be the owner of this pavilion?

She cleared her throat and approached the group of men. Then asked, "Gentlemen, is the owner of this pavilion someone from the Zhou family?"

The men turned to look at her. They seemed to observe Ye Ningjie's appearance before one of them replied, "We only know that her name is Zhou Lin. It may be true that she is from the Zhou family, but it seems that she is not a native of Liang city."

Finally, Ye Ningjie nodded in understanding. "Oh, I see. Thank you," she said and got ready to leave.

Suddenly one of the men asked teasingly, "Beautiful Girl, don't you want to sit with us first?"

"No need." Ye Ningjie immediately left the group causing them to laugh out loud. Maybe they were mocking her because she looked like an innocent girl who was afraid of grown men.

Ye Ningjie finally arrived at the door of room 17. It seems that this person called Zhou Lin is not a person from the imperial side. It should be like that. Otherwise, Zhou Lin would have dragged her along since she just walked into this place.

She took a deep breath, then knocked a few times on the door. She deliberately called out, "Aunt Zhou…."

The door immediately opened. A young maid seemed to be standing there with a doubtful face. "You are …."

"Ning Jie'er," replied Ye Ningjie who faked her name slightly. She wanted to find safety by eliminating the Ye surname.

"Let her in." Another woman's voice sounded from inside.

The maid finally stepped aside. "Miss, please come in."

Ye Ningjie nodded politely, then immediately entered the room. There was a woman dressed in purple who was sitting while filling a tea cup.

The woman's face was covered with a veil. Even so, her beautiful eyes can make others hypnotized. Just by looking at her eyes, one would know she was a beautiful woman.

Zhou Lin smiled until her eyes narrowed. After that, she asked her servant to leave the room. Now only the two of them were left in the room.

"Come here. You must want to know who I am, don't you?" Zhou Lin asked.

Ye Ningjie slowly approached. Finally, she sat down on the chair that was there. The mysterious woman then served her a cup of tea. "No poison. Take it easy."

"Who are you?" Ye Ningjie asked directly, not wanting to be too verbose.

"Your teacher sent a letter to me. He said his beloved disciple must go down the mountain." The woman took out a letter and showed it to Ye Ningjie. It was indeed Duan Feng's handwriting that she was already well acquainted with.

However, it still sounds a little confusing. How could Zhou Lin immediately recognize her?

"Your jade must be your teacher's gift, right?" The woman asked while looking at the jade hanging from Ye Ningjie's waist. There was a special engraving that was personally carved by Duan Feng. The pattern is unique and certainly, no one can imitate it.

"I have it too."

Then the woman picked up the jade hanging from her own waist. It was green, in contrast to Ye Ningjie's which was pure white. Even so, the engraving pattern looked the same.

Ye Ningjie who saw the similarity was immediately shocked. "How did you get to have it? And the young man who fell before, who is he?"

"I am Old Duan's junior. The messy young man before was my nephew," Zhou Lin replied calmly. She parted her veil slightly as she was about to drink tea.

So, that woman was Duan Feng's junior. How come Ye Ningjie never found out?

Duan Feng had indeed never brought up his past life. The old geezer also never told anything about his relationship.

"Your name is Zhou Lin?"

"Yes. You can call me Aunt Zhou."

Ye Ningjie's attention returned to Duan Feng's letter. There the old man informed that his maiden disciple was going to the imperial capital and asked Zhou Lin to help.

"Do you know who I am?" Ye Ningjie asked doubtfully.

Zhou Lin laughed softly. After that, she replied, "You are Ye Ningjie, the fifth daughter of King Ye Tian in Xianqi territory."

Ye Ningjie immediately fell silent. She narrowed her eyes at the woman in front of her. Zhou Lin who saw that immediately giggled. "Are you worried that I will report your whereabouts to the emperor?"

"Who knows," Ye Ningjie replied coldly.

Zhou Lin grabbed Ye Ningjie's hand, then held it warmly. "Old Duan has asked me to help you, so I will definitely help you. I won't let him down."

Finally, Ye Ningjie felt more relaxed. She would temporarily believe Zhou Lin's words. Now she wanted to know what had really happened. Her father was accused of rebellion, but she didn't believe it. Ye Tian was a good king, she was sure of it.

"Aunt Zhou, do you know what really happened to my father?" Ye Ningjie asked.

Zhou Lin sighed when she thought about Ye Tian. They actually knew each other because Ye Tian had learned some things from Duan Feng when he was young.

To her, Ye Tian was a wise leader. Even in the past, Ye Tian was very close to the previous emperor, namely Emperor Huang Long.

Zhou Lin had heard that when Emperor Huang Long had a problem he would directly ask Ye Tian for his opinion. However, ever since Emperor Huang Long died and his son ascended the throne, many people in the imperial court took the opportunity to overthrow him.

"Ningjie, this matter is not simple. You should know that your father's position in the empire is indeed very influential. It will trigger a lot of jealousy of other kings or other officials. Emperor Feiyu hasn't ascended the throne long, maybe he doesn't know how the court situation is well."

"What a stupid emperor!" Ye Ningjie grumbled. What Aunt Zhou said did make sense.

One had to know that the Baixi Empire had five state regions each ruled by a king. They all had to submit to one great emperor who became the messenger of the heavens and assumed the will of the heavens.

Ye Ningjie's father, Ye Tian, ​​was one of the five reigning kings. The man became the king of Xianqi, the country's second largest territory after Baixi itself.

His position of immense influence had attracted the displeasure and envy of others. Undoubtedly, there must be a lot of people who want to use that opportunity to take him down.

"Then what do you think I should do?" Ye Ningjie asked Zhou Lin's opinion. The woman was older than her and definitely understood things better.

Zhou Lin smiled. "What do you want to do?" She asked back.

Ye Ningjie clenched her fists. "I want to restore my father's good name. I want to find out who is behind all this. And I also want to teach that stupid emperor a lesson!" She said coldly.

"Then do it!"