After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 492 - 336 You Must Help Me With This Favor (Request for Monthly Votes)_3

So the one who attacked this time, most likely is a different group...

"So how do you want me to help you?" she asked.

Li Yi calmed down: "I’ve thought it over, this is a situation where I can’t escape from. Instead of hiding it, it’s better to come out with the truth.

"But I don’t even know who this person who hired me is. Now that you are the General’s wife, able to reach higher authorities, I don’t need you to help with other things. You just need to help me find this person."

Fu Zhen was puzzled: "Have you never been in contact with him over these years?"

"They only come to find me every three to five months, never leaving a way for me to find them.

"But the last time they came to find me was more than half a year ago. That is to say, after the incident in Cangzhou, they never appeared again.

"Now I dare not disclose this matter to the outside nor delay any longer. I have no choice but to seek your help."

After saying this, Li Yi actually stood up and made a bow to her.

Fu Zhen hurriedly stood up: "Mr. Li, you have helped me a lot, why are you being so formal?

"First, describe that person’s appearance to me in detail, and I’ll find a way to help you."

"Very good! Very good!" Li Yi quickly raised his voice, "Bring me a pen and ink!..."

...

When Pei Zhan returned to the mansion, he passed by the main room where Fu Zhen resided, frequently glancing inside but saw no sign of her.

Instead, it was Ziyan who saw him, put down the clothes she was folding, and walked out:

"Has the General returned? Are you looking for the Young Madam for something?"

Pei Zhan’s expression was a bit unnatural: "It’s nothing."

Ziyan secretly glanced at him twice, smiling: "Mr. Li from the Taishan Hall is back, the Young Madam was just invited over, it’s getting late, she should be back soon.

"Before leaving, the Young Madam said she’ll hurry back to have dinner with the General."

"Really." Pei Zhan became even more uncomfortable, "What’s the rush, it’s just a dinner, nothing important."

Ziyan looked at him and smiled: "That’s what I said too, but the Young Madam said she learned cooking from her mother at the Ning Family recently and wants to personally cook for the General."

Pei Zhan suddenly felt like there were countless ants crawling all over him; he coughed twice with his hands on his hips, glanced at Ziyan, and rushed back to his room without turning his head.

This maid is really talking nonsense!

Fu Zhen would personally cook for him?

She’s probably never even stepped into a kitchen since she was young, living a life of luxury for two lifetimes, could she even cook?

If you’re going to lie, at least find a better reason!

He might as well take a nap and wait for the main kitchen to send the meal.

He took off his robe, wiped his hands and face with a handkerchief, involuntarily glanced out the window, then lay down on the bed.

Today’s bed was not very comfortable; no matter how many times he changed his position, he couldn’t sleep well.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion in the courtyard. He flipped over and sat up, going to the window to look out — she was back.

She entered the door and started talking with Ziyan, then went inside.

Pei Zhan let down the curtain he had lifted.

He just knew that Ziyan was talking nonsense!

He lay back on the bed, hands behind his head, idly staring at the top of the canopy.

After changing clothes, Fu Zhen headed to the kitchen. Though she barely touched kitchen chores, staying by Mrs. Ning’s side for a long time, she learned a couple of simple dishes, albeit rarely getting the chance to try them.

Previously, she noticed that Pei Zhan liked steamed mandarin fish, which happened to be simple. She had informed the kitchen to prepare the fish in advance; once she returned, she cleaned it, placed it with scallions, ginger, garlic, and steamed it, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

She took it to the courtyard and went straight to Pei Zhan’s room. Inside, the lamps were already lit, and Pei Zhan was sitting at the table, absentmindedly poking the dishes with his chopsticks.

Seeing Fu Zhen enter, his raised eyes were immediately illuminated by the glow of the glass lamp.

Fu Zhen set the fish on the table and gestured: "Have a taste."

Pei Zhan looked at her, then at the fish on the plate, not moving for a while.

Fu Zhen picked up a pair of chopsticks, took a piece of fish, put it in her mouth, and then looked sideways at him: "Are you afraid I might poison you?"

Pei Zhan, pursing his lips, looked at her for a long time before finally extending his chopsticks to the fish, picking up a piece of fish, inspecting it in mid-air for a moment, and then asked, "Is it really, really you who made this?"