Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, the Dajing Dynasty is gently enveloped by the golden autumn. Forests burst into vibrant colors, maple leaves resemble fiery flames, and chrysanthemums stand proudly against the frost, immersing the entire dynasty in a riot of color. In this picturesque season, Su Jinli's bookstore, under her meticulous management, has reached its peak, blossoming with vitality, like a brilliant star, gleaming in the cultural firmament of the capital. With her ingenuity and diligence, she has opened another branch, adding another touch of rich cultural color to this bustling capital.

It was a clear, sunny day. Su Jinli and Jiang Yan walked hand in hand, heading to the south of the city to inspect the branch. They slowly made their way along the bustling streets, lined with a dazzling array of stalls. The sounds of hawking and chatting blended together, painting a vibrant scene of the city. As they passed the stall where they had once bought their sugar paintings, the sharp eyes of the stall owner, Old Man Zhang, instantly caught sight of them. A warm smile lit up Old Man Zhang's face, and he greeted them familiarly, "Madam Number One Scholar, would you like to draw another dragon?" His voice was filled with the gentleness and kindness of time.

Su Jinli shook her head gently, a shy smile blooming on her cheeks like a peach blossom in spring. Her eyebrows curved as she said, "No, the dragon I drew last time looked like an earthworm, and someone laughed at me for a long time." There was a hint of coquettishness in her words, as if she were re-enacting that funny incident, which made people smile.

Jiang Yan's eyes were filled with doting. He gently grasped Su Jinli's hand, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. His gaze was as gentle as water, as if it could melt the whole world. He said, "Madam, your painting skills must have improved greatly by now. Your paintings must be beautiful now." His voice was low and pleasant, like a mellow wine, intoxicating.

The two exchanged a smile, a smile filled with boundless love and tacit understanding. Afterward, they bought sugar paintings and, hand in hand, strolled down the street. The autumn sun, like strands of golden thread, filtered through the mottled branches of the sycamore trees, casting shadows as if covering the ground with a dreamy golden carpet. Each wisp of light and shadow was a unique painting, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, interwoven into a breathtakingly beautiful canvas.

Young Marquis Su followed them from a distance, holding the box of snacks steadily in his hand. He hummed a cheerful little tune from time to time, the tune light and lively, as if expressing his joy. He walked lightly, looking leisurely and contented, like a free bird, enjoying this wonderful moment.

Su Qingyao, in a nearby rouge shop, was excitedly discussing new formulas with the owner. Occasionally, she would pick up a box of rouge and gently sniff it, her expression focused and earnest, like a scholar exploring a mysterious treasure. Her eyes sparkled with a lively glint, and she was filled with curiosity and pursuit for each scent, dedicated to creating the most unique and captivating rouge.

Prime Minister Su sat in a streetside teahouse, quietly watching his daughter and son-in-law through the window. His eyes were filled with love, a gaze like warm sunshine, following them constantly. He secretly gestured to the guards in the shadows, his eyes revealing a hint of worry and concern, urging them to protect them both. In his heart, his daughter's happiness was his greatest concern.

The sun shone warmly on Su Jinli's face. She raised her head slightly, feeling the caress of the sun. Looking at Jiang Yan beside her, her thoughts drifted back to her previous life involuntarily. The pain and grievances of the past surged into her heart like a surging tide. The ridicule, difficulties and obstacles of the past, every scene was vivid in her mind. However, at this moment, she just smiled lightly, and that smile was filled with relief and strength. In this life, with her own efforts and persistence, as well as Jiang Yan's company and support, she finally turned all the grievances into sweet memories. Now, she has a family who loves her and a husband who loves her deeply. Those who bullied her have long since disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people like a passing cloud. And her happiness has just begun to open its brilliant curtain, just like the autumn sunshine, warm and long, full of endless hope.

"Jiang Yan," she suddenly spoke, her voice as soft as a whisper in the breeze, as if she was afraid to disturb this beautiful moment, "If we have a daughter in the future, what should we name her?" There was a hint of anticipation in her eyes, as if she had already seen the lovely appearance of her future daughter.

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then fell into deep thought. His gaze was deep and focused, as if he was picturing every detail of his daughter in his mind. After a moment, he looked at Su Jinli firmly, his eyes gleaming with love, and said, "Call her Jiang Nianli. Nian means "nian bu wang" (Nian), and Li means "Su Jinli." His voice was firm and gentle, and every word was filled with deep love for Su Jinli.

Su Jinli's cheeks flushed, like the gorgeous sunset glow in the sky. She gently hit Jiang Yan and scolded him, "How corny." However, her eyes were filled with a happy smile, a smile that was like a bright star, illuminating the entire world. She knew in her heart that this name was not just a name, but a continuation of Jiang Yan's love for her.

Jiang Yan smiled, gripping Su Jinli's hand tightly as if to draw her into his life. Those clasped hands conveyed endless warmth and strength, symbolizing their vow to never part. Just then, from afar, the young Marquis Su's clear voice called out, "Sister! Brother Jiang Yan! The snacks are getting cold!" The voice shattered the tranquility, yet also added a touch of liveliness and vitality to the heartwarming scene.

The two smiled at each other and quickened their pace. They knew that the road ahead in this life was still long, full of unknowns and challenges. But Su Jinli firmly believed that as long as Jiang Yan and her family were by her side, she would never feel alone again. All the hardships of the past had transformed into the sweet sugar painting in her hands, sweet to the bottom of her heart, becoming the most precious memory in her life. And their happiness, like the warm autumn sun, would always illuminate their path forward, warm and eternal, accompanying them through every spring, summer, autumn and winter, witnessing every beautiful moment in their lives.

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