Dream of the Red Chamber: I can see the hidden labels of the beauties.

Seeing that Jia Xichun could see through Qin Keqing's true nature and even vaguely foresee the future, Jia Can was quite shocked.

He slightly opened his eyes and looked deeply at Jia Xichun, thinking to himself, "No wonder she chose to become a nun in the end. It seems that she had seen through the course of everything and knew that she was powerless to change it, so she could only try to stay away from the people of Ningguo Mansion and not let herself be tainted by the filth of this mansion."

Based on this alone, Jia Can felt that this perfectly matched the hidden label he saw in Jia Xichun: "Innate Zen of Emptiness".

Jia Xichun did indeed possess some kind of miraculous innate ability; otherwise, there would be no way to explain why she could say such things.

After all, she was just a girl in her early teens who lived in the West Mansion and had little contact with the East Mansion, yet she could see through things that others couldn't.

After a moment of contemplation, Jia Can took a deep breath, steadied himself, and calmly replied:

"Fourth Sister, your feeling is correct, but I must correct your prejudice. The rumors you've heard aren't all true; most of them are just exaggerated stories told by the maids and servants. Rong-ge's daughter-in-law is more pure and noble than you imagine."

"Perhaps, as you said, there is indeed an ominous presence on her, but there may be a way to break it. Defying fate has existed since ancient times, and I believe that the ominous presence on her will eventually be eliminated."

Jia Can spoke with such firm confidence because he knew that he was the biggest variable in the world.

There is no such person as him in the original work. His appearance can change the original life trajectory of many people.

For example, the death of Jia Zhen and the subsequent arrangements for Jia Rong were both influenced by him, and their course of events deviated significantly from the original story.

Then Qin Keqing's fate will naturally change as well. As long as Qin Keqing's destiny is completely reversed, he believes that the ominous signs that Jia Xichun saw in Qin Keqing will naturally be dispelled and slowly dissipate.

After hearing these words, Jia Xichun stared blankly at Jia Can, her eyes flashing with a complex light, as if she were trying to get to know Jia Can again.

Jia Can felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, as if she could see right through him. Feeling somewhat guilty, he picked up the tea on the table and drank it to avoid her gaze, pretending to be nonchalant.

After a long pause, Jia Xichun suddenly smiled sweetly:

"Second Brother Can, I like you even more now!"

Jia Can was startled. The words seemed to indicate that she knew he was different from before. He felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat. He dared not meet Jia Xichun's gaze and did not know how to respond.

He could only continue holding the teacup, sipping it slowly, while his heart was churning with emotions.

Jia Xichun, however, seemed oblivious to his odd behavior and, without saying anything further, naturally changed the subject:

"My second sister actually wrote a pretty good poem the other day, and Sister Lin praised it quite a bit. Speaking of Sister Lin, she's even more special. She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Sometimes she can shut you up with a single sentence, and other times she can make you burst into laughter..."

As she spoke, she recounted some of the sisters' daily lives in the West Mansion, sometimes smiling and sometimes shaking her head gently, which was much more lively than when she had just discussed those heavy topics.

Seeing that she was no longer asking questions, Jia Can secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gradually returned to normal, his mind involuntarily conjuring up various expressions on the women's faces.

When Jia Xichun spoke of the sisters of the West Mansion, although she only gave a plain account without much embellishment, her words were so vivid that it made the reader feel as if they were seeing them with their own eyes.

Especially when talking about Lin Daiyu, he spoke vividly, imitating Daiyu's tone of voice and demeanor with remarkable accuracy. He also spoke the most about Lin Daiyu, leaving Jia Can with a particularly deep impression of her.

Imagining Lin Daiyu's haughty demeanor when she retorts to others, and her charming and bright appearance when she casually makes everyone laugh, one can't help but smile slightly.

As if she had found someone to confide in, Jia Xichun started talking non-stop.

She was usually quiet and reserved, and didn't like to get entangled with people, but at this moment, for some reason, perhaps because the vigil was too lonely, or perhaps because her brother Jia Can made her feel at ease, she suddenly blurted out all the words that had been on her mind for a long time.

Jia Can also saw another side of her. He realized that the aloof and proud Jia Xichun also had such a lively side. He understood that it was absolutely possible to change her.

They would occasionally exchange a comment, or a soft laugh, or a nod in agreement. The two seemed relaxed and harmonious, not like they were keeping vigil, but more like ordinary siblings having a fireside chat.

During this time, Jia Can also considered asking Jia Xichun to look at his fortune, but in the end he didn't ask.

Regardless of whether his luck will be good or bad, Jia Can felt that he had to face it. If he heard that it was good luck, he might be careless, but if he heard that it was bad luck, he would be worried.

Perhaps the best choice for him is to not ask and instead bravely and calmly face whatever situation may arise next.

Jia Xichun seemed to sense something, staring at Jia Can meaningfully for a while, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. She didn't ask any further questions, and continued to talk to Jia Can about the sisters' daily lives.

As night deepened and the chanting and the sound of wooden fish drums outside gradually subsided, most of the people keeping vigil slumped over, some dozing off against pillars, others simply curling up in corners to sleep.

Jia Xichun finally ran out of words; her speech grew shorter and shorter, her eyelids began to droop, and her body swayed slightly involuntarily.

Seeing this, Jia Can gently advised:

"Fourth sister, if you can't stay awake, lie down and sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when it's light."

Jia Xichun glanced at him, her eyes filled with weariness, yet she still stubbornly shook her head:

"No need, I can still manage. But you, Second Brother Can, were frightened last night and should go to rest now. You need rest more than I do."

What she said was true. Jia Can witnessed Jia Zhen being killed with his own eyes. There was blood and knives everywhere. How could an ordinary person withstand such a shock?

Jia Can replied gently, "I'm fine, don't worry. Let's hang in there a little longer, it'll be dawn soon."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and then fell silent.

Jia Xichun knew he meant well, so she stopped refusing. She just forced herself to keep her eyes open, and the clean room fell silent, with only faint noise coming from outside.

And so, the two silently kept vigil until dawn.

As the morning light streamed in, the noise outside gradually grew louder. The maids and servants began to move around, some bringing hot water, others delivering breakfast.

Jia Can let out a long sigh of relief, turned to look at Jia Xichun, and saw that although she was sitting upright, she was half asleep, her body leaning slightly forward, almost falling over, so he gently called out:

"Fourth sister, it's dawn."