"Really?" Jiang Yan slowly pulled a letter from his sleeve. It unfolded in his hands, like a verdict of guilt. "This is the butler's confession, along with the banknote you gave him. The evidence is irrefutable. What else do you have to say?"

Upon hearing this, Liu felt as if all her strength had been drained from her, and she collapsed to the ground. Her once carefully styled hair and makeup was now disheveled, and her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. "I won't accept this... Why do you all have such a good life? I just want to take back what's mine." Her voice was tinged with hysteria, like the desperate roar of a wounded beast.

Prime Minister Su stood quietly by the window, his hands behind his back. His figure, in the moonlight, looked exceptionally cold, like an icy mountain. "Ms. Liu, in consideration of your years of managing the household, I will not send you to the government office this time. From now on, you will go to the manor to reflect on your actions. Without my permission, you are not allowed to set foot in the capital again."

Watching Liu being taken away, Jiang Xiaohuang couldn't help but shed tears. Her tears rolled in her eyes, like crystal pearls, slowly sliding down her cheeks. "Grandma, why does she hate us so much? We never thought of hurting her."

Su Jinli gently embraced Jiang Xiaohuang, her eyes filled with love and pity. She said softly, "Because she only cares about herself, filled with jealousy and greed, and has no room for others' happiness. In her world, there is only endless desire and selfishness." Then, she turned to look at Jiang Xiaocai and Wang Chengyi, a glint of relief in her eyes. "But this time, thanks to you for your careful consideration, otherwise, we would have fallen into her trap."

Jiang Xiaocai shook the abacus in his hand and said confidently, "Don't worry, no one will succeed in plotting against me in the future! I will definitely protect the Prime Minister's Mansion and everyone else."

Wang Chengyi looked at Jiang Xiaocai, smiled, and shook his head, his eyes full of doting. "Alright, let's go take care of the wedding candy. Oh, and I've already contacted the candy merchants in Jiangnan. They can expedite the supply, which should solve our urgent need."

The storm finally subsided, and the Prime Minister's residence returned to its former bustle. Su Qingyao remained immersed in her research on "color-changing rouge," as if it were her entire world. Nian Li meticulously recounted the dowry, carefully examining every item to ensure it was flawless. Su Jinli devoted herself to preparing a wedding storybook series. She planned to meticulously write the love story of Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen into a storybook, giving it to each guest as a special gift on the wedding day, allowing everyone to experience this beautiful love.

Jiang Yan looked at the busy crowd, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a warm smile. While no one was paying attention, he secretly pulled Su Jinli into the study.

"What's wrong?" Su Jinli raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Jiang Yan smiled and pulled out an oil-paper bag from his bosom. It was tightly wrapped, as if it contained some precious treasure. He gently opened the bag, revealing a sugar painting of a phoenix. Though slightly crooked, it exuded a unique simplicity and innocence. "When I stole your sugar painting, I never imagined this day would come." Jiang Yan's eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he had traveled through time and returned to those youthful days.

Su Jinli looked at the crooked phoenix and couldn't help but smile. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and moving. "Now you know how to please me?"

"It's not about currying favor, it's about repaying a favor." Jiang Yan handed her the sugar painting and looked at her tenderly, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "Thank you for making me understand that the most precious thing in this world isn't the title of top scholar, nor is it fame or fortune, but every ordinary yet beautiful day I can spend with you. Those moments spent with you are the most brilliant treasure in my life."

Outside the window, ginkgo leaves fluttered down like golden butterflies, scattering across the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, as if nature had laid a golden blanket of blessings for the upcoming wedding. In this peaceful atmosphere, everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion, filled with anticipation for the future, joyfully prepared for Jiang Xiaohuang's wedding, eagerly anticipating the arrival of that happy moment.