The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 363: 349 together for the New Year, another day of falling off the horse [2 updates]

Ying Tianlu had thought that the dream in which he saw Ying Zijin pass away due to blood extraction was just a coincidence.

After seeing that Ying Zijin was alright, he put that dream out of his mind.

After all, it was hardly a pleasant memory.

But these past two days, he started dreaming again, the same dream as before.

Like the first time, Ying Tianlu wanted to wake up from the dream but couldn’t manage it; he had to watch the entire dream unfold.

“What kind of dream?” Old Master Zhong was concerned, “A nightmare? Don’t be afraid, it’s all fake.”

Upon hearing this, Ying Tianlu gave a wry smile: “Perhaps not.”

He used to dream as well, but it had never felt so real before.

“Should you take some medicine?” Old Master Zhong pondered, “I’ll arrange an appointment with a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor for you, to get you regulated.”

Ying Tianlu nodded, “Thank you, Grandfather.”

The reason he followed to the imperial capital wasn’t just to accompany Old Master Zhong but also because there was a famous Feng Shui master there.

The imperial capital had a Feng Shui Alliance, which included practitioners using ‘Zhou Yi’ as well as Tarot Cards.

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This Feng Shui master was a leading figure in the Feng Shui Alliance.

Ying Tianlu had already booked a spot online; he needed to consult this Feng Shui master to interpret his dreams.

He had never believed in these things before.

“Come on, don’t think too much. Let’s watch a show,” Old Master Zhong cheered up and turned on the computer, searching for “Accept the punishment of the Academic God!” on b-site.

He had watched it dozens of times already but still couldn’t get enough of it.

He even edited a solo video of Ying Zijin and posted it on his Weibo account.

It successfully became the most shared post of all his Weibo content.

Old Master Zhong messaged the show’s production team every day, urging them to quickly produce the second episode.

Ying Tianlu also perked up, bringing a stool over to join in: “Good.”

**

The Ling family’s residence was located on the eastern side of the imperial capital and was a large quadrangle dwelling.

The courtyard was equipped with barbeque racks and a series of camping supplies, as well as a well and a towering ancient tree.

It was said that this courtyard was a relic from the Ming Dynasty, and Ling Zhonglou had spent a great sum to purchase it.

The Ancient Martial World was secluded from the rest of society, and Ling Zhonglou would often bring Jiang Huaping here for short stays.

Ling Mianxi, who liked to wander outside, also had her own room here.

Ying Zijin’s room was right next to Ling Mianxi’s.

She glanced at her phone, Yu Xuesheng had sent her an address.

It was a single-person apartment in the city center.

Fu Yunshen leaned against the door, watching the girl start to pack her belongings, his eyelids twitched: “No way, kiddo, you finally get a break and you’re still this busy?”

“I’m going to meet someone,” Ying Zijin said, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

She always made certain to keep her promises.

Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, still with a casual tone: “Who?”

Having finished packing, Ying Zijin yawned and did not hide it: “Your brother.”

Fu Yunshen was slightly startled: “Xuesheng?”

“Mhm,” Ying Zijin wasn’t secretive, “As a courtesy, I’m helping out, taking care of one of his patients.”

Fu Yunshen’s eyes lifted indifferently: “A male?”

Ying Zijin picked up her bag: “Female.”

“Female—” Fu Yunshen paused, his demeanor loosening, he raised his flirty eyes and curved his lips in a smile, “It seems our Yaoyao plays both fields.”

Ying Zijin stopped in her tracks and gave him a look, with unfathomable emotions swirling in her drowsy phoenix eyes, cloaked in a light fog.

Fu Yunshen felt a hint of subtlety; he straightened slightly, reverting to a more serious demeanor: “Why you’re looking at me like that again?”

Since that day, he felt like he was gradually losing grasp of their family’s kid’s temperament.

Ying Zijin no longer looked at him and walked out of the room, expressionless.

She wondered who really was the one who played both fields.

Had the nerve to call her out.

**

An hour later, Ying Zijin arrived at the single-person apartment.

She knocked on the door.

“Miss Ying,” Yu Xuesheng quickly came to open the door, “Please come in.”

He was wearing a white shirt with gold-rimmed glasses, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but he still had the clear and pure look of a young boy.

Ying Zijin nodded and walked int after changing into slippers.

In the living room, a young individual was sitting in front of a drawing board, holding a paintbrush and concentrating on painting.

“Her name is Yun Heyue,” Yu Xuesheng said, “This is not her real name; it’s an artistic name she chose for herself after leaving her parents.”

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes, looking over.

Yun Heyue was very quiet.

She had the kind of beauty that was androgynous, which is why dressing as a boy didn’t seem out of place at all.