After Yun Xiaoran left, Lian'er was very puzzled.

"Miss, what did she mean by what she just said? Is she trying to harm you again?"

Jiang Qingwan glanced at the red cloth on the table.

The discomfort she felt just moments before had dissipated, and she suddenly found it quite amusing.

What is the true meaning of love in this world?

Like Fu An'an's forgiveness

Like Qin Minglang's entanglement and unwillingness to give up.

Like Yun Xiaoran's stubbornness and madness

There's also Yun Yaoyao, who died many years ago but whose obsession with her remains unresolved.

It seems that there are countless kinds of love, yet it seems that none of them can be pure love alone.

Replace it with Mo Yunhan,

What will he choose?

"Miss, let's ignore her and continue embroidering."

Jiang Qingwan selected a dark red satin fabric from a pile of materials.

He touched the texture and then selected a bundle of bright yellow embroidery thread from the pile of silk threads and handed it to Lian'er.

"I remember you have good embroidery skills. Embroider a purse for me, a simple design will do."

Lian'er glanced at the several purses that she always wore around her waist.

Those purses were there from the moment she started following Jiang Qingwan.

The edges and the embroidery on top are somewhat worn.

"Miss, would you like to replace those purses of yours?"

Jiang Qingwan lowered her head instinctively.

He touched the purse with his fingers and gently rubbed it.

These were all made for her by her senior brother, and the talismans on them were designed by her master.

She exhaled very softly, raised her eyes, and said...

"No, it's a gift. You can make it, and make it quickly."

After saying that, he turned around, took out paper and pen, drew a talisman, and placed it in front of Lian'er.

"Embroider this on the inside of the purse."

Lian'er had seen Jiang Qingwan draw many of these strange talismans recently, so she didn't think much of it.

...

Inside the county magistrate's mansion,

Qin Minglang had been ordered around like a servant for two days, and now he was in the kitchen stewing bird's nest for Su Yulan.

After returning to Beijing, he finally understood things.

Only when a person has the ability, seizes the opportunity, and climbs to the top can they truly stand out from the crowd.

The Su family's power can only be an added bonus for him, never a lifeline in times of need.

He must secure the Empress Dowager as a connection.

Lost in thought, he suddenly sensed a murderous aura behind him, and the sound of something cutting through the air came almost instantly.

He dodged to the side with a clang.

A chopstick with a handkerchief stuck into the ground where he had just been standing.

He didn't say anything, quickly chased after the kitchen staff, looked around but found nothing unusual.

He thought it was a mysterious person contacting him with something.

He immediately went back to the kitchen, pulled down the handkerchief stuck in the ground, unfolded it, and his face lit up with joy.

He looked at it several times, then suddenly put the handkerchief to his nose and took a deep sniff.

His eyes showed infatuation.

He knew it.

Jiang Qingwan simply couldn't let him go.

Qinghui returned to the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, where Lian'er's purse was already prepared.

After Jiang Qingwan checked and found nothing wrong, she took Qinghui and left.

Lian'er was so anxious that she jumped up and down behind.

"Miss, I can help with the wedding dress, but you must make the mandarin duck pillow yourself."

Upon hearing this, Qing Sui frowned, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

She had once been a secret guard in the Prince's mansion, and the events in the front courtyard were indeed kept very secret.

Song Yushu didn't tell anyone, he just told them to prepare things.

The prince was away and had not returned, so these trivial matters of domestic affairs would not be passed on to him.

But Qinghui, being a woman, was more perceptive.

Yesterday, she sat on the roof ridge and saw red lanterns hanging in the elegant pavilion in the front yard.

According to the regulations of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even a concubine could not live in a luxurious house with the same standards as a maidservant.

Only the principal wife was entitled to use the bright red fabric, and what Lian'er prepared was already beyond the proper bounds.

"What, couldn't find them?"

Jiang Qingwan noticed her unusual expression and turned her head to ask a question.

Qing Sui quickly snapped out of her daze.

"Found it. The handkerchief has been delivered to him, and the private room at the teahouse has been booked."

"That's good. Let's go to the teahouse."

Since it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, Qinghui had not prepared a carriage.

Fortunately, the teahouse wasn't far from Chang'an District, and Jiang Qingwan, having just finished eating, was willing to take a walk.

If you leave Chang'an District from the back alley, the closest route will pass by the main gate of the Prince's Mansion.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Aoho pointed in another direction.

"Miss, let's go this way, there are fewer people here."

Jiang Qingwan didn't think much of it.

The two had just left Chang'an District and crossed a long street when they suddenly heard a delicate shout.

"You dare lie to me? You're asking for it!"

Two figures flew past over the rooftop.

The speed was too fast, and Jiang Qingwan did not see who it was.

But that voice felt strangely familiar.

I feel like I've heard that somewhere before.

After walking for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Jiang Qingwan stopped in the alley in front of the teahouse she had booked.

"Qinghui, give me your left hand."

Qing Sui didn't understand, but she obediently did as she was told.

Jiang Qingwan pricked her fingertip and quickly drew a golden talisman on her palm.

The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the blood congealed on the skin like cinnabar.

The striking and eerie patterns exude a mysterious power.

Ao-Sui felt a strange coolness spreading in her palm.

She couldn't help but think of that black feather that would gracefully take flight.

"Miss, what kind of supernatural powers does this thing possess?"

Jiang Qingwan wiped her fingertips with a handkerchief and beckoned her to come closer to her ear.

He then whispered a few words.

Qinghui nodded and quickly left.

Jiang Qingwan then leisurely walked towards the teahouse, dismissed the servants, and went straight to the private room on the second floor.

Just as I was about to push the door open, it was pulled open from the inside.

Qin Minglang, dressed in a lake-blue long gown, exuded a refined elegance amidst his cool demeanor.

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