Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 450 The Art of Mind Analysis! The Origins of the Flute Player!
"Not bad!" Despite the teasing, Lin Yangyang had always looked down on those arrogant young masters in the capital.

"My sister Qing is such a wonderful person, they simply have no self-awareness."

"I've met that young master from the Imperial Academy. He's a complete bookworm, even more fond of classical Chinese than my father."

"Although I have never met the Duke of Pei's nephew, how can someone who is unfilial to his own parents and goes to curry favor with the Duke of Pei achieve anything?"

"And that Left Censor-in-Chief is also a bit off his mind. His daughter used to be obsessed with Jiang Liuyun, and now she wants you to marry into his family? Dream on!"

"And there's more..."

Lin Yangyang launched into a tirade against all those people, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Alright, alright." Lin Zhiqing gestured for Lin Yangyang to sit down.
"Anyway, they're not really asking me to marry them. If I refuse them a few more times, they'll behave. What do I care what they do?"

"Hmph, they think they can control the Lin family just by marrying you? These people are getting more and more delusional." Lin Yangyang could now see through their ulterior motives.

"If you truly want to marry her, why don't you send your own son? Why this nephew and that nephew? Why didn't these people have so many nephews before?"

Lin Zhiqing was amused by her.

However, she is right.

Whether it's the Duke of Pei or the Academician's Office, they want both.

Lin Zhiqing could roughly guess what those people were thinking: they just wanted a piece of the pie, seeing the Lin family's meteoric rise.

But deep down they looked down on the Lin family, or rather, on Lin Zhiqing, so they resorted to a compromise.

He chose a man from among the collateral relatives to marry Lin Zhiqing.

This way, they could benefit from the Lin family's influence without losing core resources.

Good at calculating.

"Forget it, if they come again, we'll just send them away." Lin Zhiqing looked at Lin Qingshan: "Grandfather, you should be able to handle it."

"I have important business to attend to."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingshan had no choice but to agree.

After they went outside, Lin Yangyang and Yan Yu caught up with Lin Zhiqing.

Lin Yangyang couldn't help but ask, "Qing-meimei, what do you mean by 'serious business'?"

Lin Zhiqing sighed softly: "During the court hearing earlier, the flute player helped us a lot, and I want to help him in return."

Lin Yangyang also became somewhat excited when the flute player was mentioned:
"He was lucid for a moment during the court hearing last time. Qing, try again, maybe he really will wake up!"

Lin Zhiqing nodded: "That's what I think too."

"This is the first time I've encountered such a difficult patient. While helping him, I can also improve my psychological diagnosis skills."

"Let's go, let's go right now." Lin Yangyang pulled Lin Zhiqing forward and ran:

"I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't seen him in a long time. Let's go now."

After running a few steps, she turned to Yan Yu and said, "Yan Yu, why don't you come and take a look too?"

“You weren’t there during the first court hearing, so you didn’t see him. He’s gained some weight now, and you can vaguely tell that he’s quite good-looking.”

"Even if she's pretty, can she be as pretty as me?" Yan Yu walked past Lin Zhiqing and Lin Yangyang, moving forward.
"I'm not interested in men."

After he finished speaking, he walked outside.

"Tch!" Lin Yangyang rolled her eyes. "I've never seen such a shameless person."

Lin Zhiqing smiled and said, "He's going to see his brother, of course he doesn't have time."

"That's true." Mentioning this, Lin Yangyang no longer joked easily; she sighed softly.

"He's a pitiful person too, Qing-mei. Do you think that the butterfly's brother will end up like him?"

"Who knows?" Lin Zhiqing replied.

The two talked as they walked outside.

Upon arriving at Lin Shi'an's courtyard, Lin Yangyang pushed the sleeping flute player into the yard.

The weather is nice today, and the sun is shining brightly.

Lin Zhiqing wrung out a handkerchief and wiped the flute player's face. Lin Yangyang looked at the flute player's hair with disdain, but in the end, she still asked someone to fetch a basin of water, saying she wanted to wash the flute player's hair.

The reason the two of them personally took charge was because the flute player was, after all, an outsider, and if outsiders saw it and gossip spread, it would be troublesome.

Lin Zhiqing is usually looked after by Chaoyan, and there just happened to be nothing else to do today.

Seeing that the weather was indeed quite good today and the possibility of catching a cold was relatively small, Lin Zhiqing simply nodded.

The two of them busied themselves for a while before finally washing the flute player's hair clean.

Lin Yangyang clapped her hands: "Alright, it looks much better now."

She poured out the dirty water, and when she returned, Lin Zhiqing had already prepared everything.

"Cousin, you stay here and keep an eye on him. If Ruo Di makes any unusual moves, hold him down immediately," Lin Zhiqing said.

Lin Yangyang nodded. She was quite interested in Lin Zhiqing's philosophy of mind-reading, but she could only observe it and couldn't grasp its essence.

Lin Zhiqing first took a string-threaded ring from the table, placed it in front of the flute player, and shook it rhythmically.

It was quiet all around, without a sound.

Lin Yangyang stared at the ring and couldn't help but yawn.

"Snapped!"

Lin Zhiqing snapped his fingers, dispelling her sleepiness.

Based on past experience, Lin Yangyang could tell that the flute player's breathing was now more stable, indicating that he had fallen asleep.

Although he hadn't woken up yet, his condition was different from now.

Then, Lin Zhiqing, holding a silver needle, sat down next to the flute player and said:

"Listen, I'm about to take you to a familiar place."

"That's a grassland."

After saying this, Lin Zhiqing stared intently at the flute player's face.

His expression remained calm, without any change.

Lin Zhiqing continued speaking:
"Is that the water's edge?"

The flute player still did not react.

Lin Yangyang was already used to this kind of scene. Lin Zhiqing had been trying to find the flute player's hometown, and every time he would ask and probe for the characteristics of the flute player's home, but he never succeeded.

Lin Yangyang was getting a little bored, but Lin Zhiqing persisted in speaking:
"Is that a small town?"

"Is that a snow-capped mountain?"

The flute player still didn't react.

Lin Zhiqing stopped. She had tried many places, but still couldn't find a single clue.

Where else?
She frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to change her questioning approach:
Is it hot in your hometown?

Is your hometown cold?

Still no response.

Lin Zhiqing looked at Lin Yangyang: "Cousin, please think quickly if there's anything I might have forgotten."

Lin Yangyang rubbed her chin, then shook her head.
"You can't believe it, and I certainly can't believe it either."

"The Marquis of Zhenyuan's residence... surely he couldn't also be from Daliang, could he?"

"That's not possible either."

Lin Yangyang was talking to herself and didn't notice that the flute player's little finger twitched slightly.

Lin Zhiqing, however, did not miss this small detail.

She paused, interrupting Lin Yangyang: "Cousin, you're so smart!"

"Huh? You mean me?" Lin Yangyang was a little smug.

Lin Zhiqing didn't have time to speak to her again, but instead looked directly at the flute player and slightly opened her mouth:
"Your home is in Daliang?"