Reborn and Pampered Chapter 162 Terrible Preferences

"I don’t want to be the heir to Prince Ping."

That was the one thing Fu Yi was certain of. “Honestly, I haven’t figured everything out yet. I never wanted the title in the first place. The more she sches, the less I’ll let her succeed. And as for my origins—I’ve already begun looking into them in secret. Now that I know sothing’s off, I have to get to the bottom of it.”

Maybe it was because he’d died once. Maybe it was because he’d t Bai Qingqing again. But Fu Yi felt a kind of fearlessness he’d never known before. He still rembered what she once said to him—and this ti, he wanted to live a life of his own choosing.

“Don’t worry too much,” he told her. “I promised I’d help your family, and I ant it. I won’t go back on my word. There are so things that feel wrong to , though I can’t quite explain why. Just give a little ti. I’ll get to the truth.”

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The Bai family was deeply grateful to Ning Yan. Everyone in the household wanted to express their thanks properly, so they decided to invite him to their ho. Bai Jinghuai even penned the invitation himself.

Only after sending it out did he start having second thoughts. Wrinkling his brow, he grabbed his eldest son. “Ah, what was I thinking? People still suspect us right now—this might look bad, right? Others might think I’m trying to curry favor with the commander. What should we do?”

Bai Yan looked perfectly calm. “It’s no trouble. You know as well as I do—Lord Ning never accepts invitations from any household in Xuancheng. He might not even co. I was thinking, since we want to thank him, maybe we should tailor our gesture to his tastes?”

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“Then tell —what does he like?”

Bai Yan hesitated, then fumbled for words, looking just as troubled as his father. “He’s the commander of the Embroidered Guards, has more status and reputation than our whole family combined. It’s not like he lacks anything. Maybe... I should go find out what he’s fond of?”

Bai Jinghuai gave a helpless tug at the corner of his mouth. “You think you can find that out? The day he returned to Xuancheng, everyone and their uncle was already trying. Not a single person could figure out what he likes. The man doesn’t seem to be interested in anything.”

“Then… maybe we should ask Qingqing?” Bai Yan suggested cautiously. “It might be a bit improper, but she does seem to have so acquaintance with Lord Ning.”

Father and son exchanged a glance. It seed like a workable idea. They had Bai Qingqing brought in.

When she heard their request, Bai Qingqing was stunned for a mont—then suddenly laughed. The whole scene felt oddly familiar. Once, she had done the sa thing, asking Qiyue what Ning Yan liked. She never imagined soone would now co asking her the sa question.

Bai Yan saw her laugh and asked carefully, “Is Lord Ning’s taste… funny?”

Bai Qingqing said, “...No, it just reminded of sothing amusing. As for what he likes...”

She furrowed her brow and thought hard, seriously weighing the question. Finally, she said, a little uncertainly, “Does teasing people count?”

Bai Yan: “...”

Bai Jinghuai: “...”

The scary part was—it didn’t feel off at all.

Bai Jinghuai rubbed the bridge of his nose. “No, not that kind of hobby. We want to thank him for his help, but we just don’t know how to begin…”

Bai Qingqing nodded rapidly, like a pecking chick. “Exactly, I felt the sa way. I even thought about asking soone back then. But in the end, he said if I wanted to thank him properly, I should just ask him directly.”

Bai Yan blinked in confusion. “You et with him often? When did you need to thank him?”

“Oh, that ti with the Princess Consort of Prince Ping and Consort Xian—it was Lord Ning who told about it. He was also the one who brought to the Eldest Princess.”

“And… how did you thank him afterward?”

Bai Qingqing fell silent. The mory of that day rose in her mind, strangely difficult to put into words. How was she supposed to explain that to her father and older brother?