After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 475 - 330: Why Doesn’t Zhan Er Look at Me? (Seeking Monthly Pass)_3

Pei Zhan looked at her, "What kind of shop are you managing?"

Fu Zhen casually mentioned the trouble that the Li family’s shops outside the capital encountered back then. "He works in this line, he just took on an escort task to find someone, but who did he offend? The business couldn’t go on."

As Fu Zhen spoke offhandedly, she picked up a fan and started fanning herself.

"Looking for someone?" Pei Zhan raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "He was honored as a Hero by the court, who is he looking for? Why would someone cause trouble for him when he’s on an escort task?"

Upon hearing the phrase "honored as a Hero by the court," Fu Zhen’s heart was suddenly moved, and she stopped fanning.

"I don’t know!" She said with bright eyes, "I asked him at the time, but he didn’t say."

Pei Zhan took out the letter, looked it over, and then put it back.

For a moment, both of them fell silent.

But Fu Zhen already sensed that Pei Zhan had probably come to the same realization as she did.

Although Li Yi is a person of the martial world, he holds the yellow silk edict from the court as a Hero. The escort tasks he takes shouldn’t be easily hindered, yet someone dared to trouble him, and Li Yi didn’t even dare to speak out—why is that?

"Judging by the schedule, it’ll take another three to five days to reach the capital. Sending someone this early to deliver a message indicates urgency."

Pei Zhan leaned back, raised his hands to rest behind his head, and leaned against the headboard.

Fu Zhen, fanning herself, said, "The people from Tanzhou should arrive in the capital within these two days. Although Lian Rong has fled, that Zhou person is not simple either. He gathers information for Xu Yin, maybe we can extract something from him."

The crown prince even went to the northwest, and his movements were once tracked by Lian Rong and his group; the remnants of Prince Yi Mansion must be investigated.

After she spoke, seeing sweat again on Pei Zhan’s forehead, she reached out and fanned him a few times.

Pei Zhan turned his head and met her deep pool-like gaze, then turned his face away, "Why are you looking at me?"

He took the fan from her hand, turned his palm, and the fan stirred a strong breeze, lifting a few strands of Fu Zhen’s hair by her temples.

She sat edge on the bed, merely one or two feet away; Pei Zhan couldn’t help but look at her even if he didn’t want to.

He felt that they were about to part ways, she shouldn’t sit so close, but it wasn’t his place to say it. To say it would hurt her dignity.

He remembered that she used to be very mindful of appropriate distance. Many times, he plucked up the courage to get close under the excuse of being married, but was always kept at a distance.

Even if they slept in the same room, she would never be within three feet of him.

Not to mention her physical gestures; wasn’t each one brushed off by her?

Last night, she silently chose separation when faced with his questioning, yet today, she didn’t seem to mind anything. Not only did she rush out when he approached his parents with the proposal, but now, even under such a delicate circumstance, she even wiped his sweat for him. Even the cloth she used to wipe the sweat was taken back!

She even fanned him!

She looked at him with those eyes holding countless miles of mountains and rivers...

Could it be because they were finally about to part ways, and she was in such a good mood that she was willing to spare a bit of tenderness for him?

He frequently glanced over at Fu Zhen.

Fu Zhen simply smiled calmly, leaning on the tea table, occasionally tucking in the tuft of hair blown away by him.

Pei Zhan was unsure of himself; the fan’s breeze was ample enough for two, yet he felt increasingly hot, stretching his long legs straight one moment and bending them the next.

His face tightened more and more, overly so, until others could sense his tension.

Fu Zhen smiled and said, "Zhan Er, why don’t you look at me." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The words "Zhan Er" were like two large stones striking waves in the already restless lake of Pei Zhan’s heart.

He suddenly turned to Fu Zhen, only then realizing what she had just said.

Unable to suppress the heat on his face, "Why do you call me that? I’m not a child!"

"If we really part ways, then you’ll have to call me Aunt along with Chen Er and the others, and I will have to treat you as a nephew?"

Fu Zhen moved forward, slumped beside him in the same posture, speaking no more than five inches from his ear, "Don’t you think so, ’Zhan Er’?"

For the first time, Pei Zhan realized that a girl’s breath could be even softer than the spring breeze of March or April. With a face flushed crimson, he looked at her only inches away, his body tensed like a bow.