Chapter 45 Everything is Fate
Lin Jingzhi sat dejectedly on a worn-out chair and laughed at himself: "Look at me, I look like this now. It's only natural that the Qian family doesn't recognize me."

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "If Miss Qian really marries me, I'm afraid I won't even be able to afford a simple meal." He sighed softly, "Forget it, everything is fate."

He looked up at the two ghosts, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, "Since you two can be reunited, there is no need to worry about a useless person like me. Go and reincarnate."

The two ghosts looked at each other with complicated expressions. They had long been separated by the Yin and Yang, and even if they were still in the Yang world, they could do nothing to help Lin Jingzhi in his predicament.

Looking at the lonely back of their benefactor, they finally said nothing more, but just bowed and left silently.

After leaving the Lin family's gate, the two ghosts floated towards the direction of Chang'an City. The female ghost said bitterly: "The Qian family is really ungrateful. When the benefactor's family was well off, they quickly signed the marriage contract, but when he fell into trouble, they turned their backs on him. It's really hateful!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she softly comforted her companion: "But this is how the world is. Why do you have to worry about it, Zhang Lang? It's just that the benefactor is infatuated with Miss Qian, but we can't help..."

The night was as dark as ink, and everything was silent. The two ghosts were whispering, but they did not notice that the man was sleeping under the tree. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the man suddenly woke up, and the faint voices seemed to still echo in his ears.

He rubbed his arms and muttered, "Who is talking? Alas, it's probably an illusion." Then he decided to find another place to spend this cold night.

The man staggered along the wilderness trail and finally came to a deserted place. He looked around but could not find a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Until a beautifully built tomb came into view, with a few lonely graves scattered around it, looking a little desolate. The man approached and couldn't help but praise: "What a good feng shui site!" He clasped his fists and bowed to the tomb, saying loudly.

"Dear elders, I have no choice but to stay with you for one night. I will clear the weeds tomorrow morning as a sign of respect."

Just as he was about to rest in front of the tomb, the man glanced and saw the words "Qian Family Ancestor" engraved on the tombstone. He couldn't help but frown and thought to himself: "Qian Family? This name sounds familiar."

"Qian family?" Lin Jingzhi frowned, as if searching for the name in his memory, but with a bit of disdain.

"The Qian family? It sounds familiar, but I'm a poor guy, so I have nothing to do with them."

He glanced at the imposing tombstone, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Humph, the people of the Qian family are probably not good people. Forget it, compared with this Feng Shui treasure land, I'd better find an earthen grave to spend the night."

After saying this, he staggered to a nearby earthen grave and sat down, completely unaware that a cold wind was quietly gushing out from the luxurious tomb behind him and was hurriedly blowing towards the direction of Chang'an City.

The next day, the sun shone through the clouds onto Lin Jingzhi's face. He was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the door. The scene in front of him stunned him - a neat team of people, dressed as servants, and a majestic tall horse, and two maids holding trays in their hands, as if they had walked out of a painting.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jingzhi looked at the people in front of him in confusion.

"Mr. Lin, my master invites you." A man who looked like a servant stepped forward and said respectfully.

Lin Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Oh? I am Lin Jingzhi, who is the Qian family?"

"Young master, we are from the Qian Mansion. My master sent us here specially to invite you to the Qian Mansion for a chat." The servant smiled with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

At this time, the maid beside her bit her lip gently, her eyes moving, as if she was quite interested in Lin Jingzhi. She leaned down slightly, revealing the delicate skin on her neck, and said in a soft voice: "Sir, please get on the horse. The Qian family has prepared a banquet and is waiting for you." Seeing this, Lin Jingzhi's heart was slightly moved. It seemed that the Qian family really knew how to treat people. "From the Qian family? Oh, I don't have any extra rice to deal with your master!" Lin Jingzhi joked with a casual look, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

"Young master, you have misunderstood. My master did not send me here for rice." The servant explained hurriedly with a smile on his face.

"Oh? If it's not for rice, then is it for me?" Lin Jingzhi revealed a hint of curiosity between his brows.

He knew that although he was down and out, his ambitions remained high, and the Qian family's sudden cancellation of the engagement made him more determined to make a name for himself through studying. But now, the Qian family had come to him again, which made him feel like a turmoil in his heart, and he could not calm down.

"Sir, my master said that you and our Qian family are old friends, and the engagement with my young lady has already been decided.

Even though the Lin family is having some setbacks now, how can the Qian family betray their trust? "The servant spoke in a firm tone, as if he was reading an imperial decree.

"Take me back to discuss the engagement?" Lin Jingzhi widened his eyes, unable to come back to his senses for a moment.

At this moment, he could not help but think of Miss Qian's charming eyes and her slightly upturned lips, which were an irresistible temptation. He secretly wondered if Miss Qian also had feelings for him...

"Are you serious?" Lin Jingzhi's tone contained a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

The servant of the Qian Mansion smiled mysteriously at Lin Jingzhi, nodded and said, "It is true, but our master has a small request." He paused, and then said, "The young master's house is not the same as before. Even if he is married to my young lady, he will inevitably end up with nowhere to stay.

My young lady is a princess, so she cannot suffer with you. Therefore, please stay in Qian's house for the time being after marriage."

Lin Jingzhi was stunned after hearing this. It seemed like a miracle from heaven, making him feel as if he was in a cloud.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and the words of the street fortune teller from yesterday echoed in his ears: "Just do good things and don't worry about the future."

Seeing that Lin Jingzhi was still a little shaken, the servant signaled to the two maids behind him.

The two maids, who were quirky and funny, walked forward with a giggle and pushed Lin Jingzhi to the inner room without saying anything.

"Hey? What are you doing?" Lin Jingzhi was at a loss.

"Future son-in-law, you are about to become our young lady's son-in-law, how can you dress like this?"

"The lady specifically asked us to pick out the clothes, and we must make you look brand new!"

As they spoke, the maids started to help Lin Jingzhi change his clothes. He stepped back hastily, a blush on his face, and stammered, "I, I can do it myself. I can do it myself."

Seeing his embarrassed look, the two maids couldn't help but chuckle with their hands covering their mouths. A sly gleam flashed in their eyes, as if they saw more embarrassing scenes of their future son-in-law, and they couldn't help but look forward to it.
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