Qiu Yan, a modern female soldier, unfortunately transmigrated into the body of the short-lived 'Qiu Yan' during a mission, whose life was full of misfortunes.
As a child, her mother d...
Qiu Dayu accepted the lantern and felt that his visit to the lantern festival today had not been in vain.
I just don't know where Yuanyuan is right now.
He turned and walked towards Tang Yi and the other person.
Song Jiao stared intently at the lanterns, unable to look away.
"These lanterns are really beautiful."
After hearing this, Tang Yi glared at Qiu Dayu, "Jiaojiao, the Tang family has other lanterns, we..."
Song Jiao shook her head, "I just like that glass lantern."
Tang Yi's smile remained unchanged, but his back molars were making a hissing sound.
Qiu Dayu overheard their conversation from afar and found it amusing.
Seeing Tang Yi's face turn completely black, he thought to himself,
This Tang Yi, a dignified county magistrate, how could he be so stingy as to not even buy a lantern for Miss Song Jiao on such a festive occasion?
This person is really stingy.
Unexpectedly, just as he was thinking this, he heard Tang Yi say to Song Jiao:
"Besides these glass lanterns, there are quite a few lantern vendors over there. Let's go take a look."
Song Jiao pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the lantern in Qiu Dayu's hand.
"Are there any vendors selling lotus-shaped glass lamps up ahead?"
She just felt that the lantern in Qiu Dayu's hand was the most beautiful.
"I don't think so." This lantern was bought by Tang Yi more than ten years ago when he went to Shangjin to take the exam. He thought it was beautiful and bought it specifically for Jiang Liu.
Just like Song Jiao now, Jiang Liu back then was someone you could like at first glance.
From then on, Jiang Liu would hang this glass lantern in her courtyard every year on the Lantern Festival.
But this year is different from usual.
When Tang Yi sees this lantern again, he is reminded once more of the vows he made to Jiang Liu when they first fell in love.
That's why this lantern appeared at this year's lantern riddle event.
Qiu Dayu saw that Song Jiao's eyes were fixed on the lantern in his hand, and her expectant look made him feel awkward.
When he met Tang Yi's unfriendly gaze, he stopped laughing.
Magistrate Tang's journey to win back his wife was long and arduous, a truly pitiful one.
He thought for a moment, it's just a lantern, he'll buy another one for Yuanyuan later.
After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward, a slight smile playing on his lips, and handed the lantern to Song Jiao.
"Miss Song Jiao, if you like these lanterns..."
Song Jiao raised her eyes and smiled faintly, just about to take it, when she heard the county magistrate cough awkwardly, "Cough cough..."
Qiu Dayu smiled mischievously, for Tang Yi had become extremely jealous the moment he saw him today.
Looking at Tang Yi's nervous expression, he felt that Lord Tang's feelings for Song Jiao were absolutely genuine.
He chuckled, "It's not really appropriate for me to give this lantern as a gift."
Having said that, he took the lantern, turned a corner, and handed it to Tang Yi.
“Lord Tang, since Miss Song Jiao likes the glass lantern, I think I should help her. The lantern should be returned to its rightful owner.”
Tang Yi took the lantern and said to Qiu Dayu, "Thank you."
Then, he looked at Song Jiao and said, "A lantern is given to a beautiful woman, and a red lotus reflects a true heart."
Song Jiao withdrew her hand, not accepting the offer.
"Sir, give up. It's a waste of time and not worth it."
"Since ancient times, deep affection has only brought regret, and sweet dreams are always the easiest to shatter."
Tang Yi's subordinate paused slightly, his expression a mixture of sorrow and embarrassment.
"The laughter fades, the sound grows quiet; the affectionate are tormented by the heartless..."
"What's all this talk about being sentimental or heartless?" Qiu Dayu knew that Tang Yi was going through a difficult time pursuing his wife, so he wanted to help him out and also earn some ill-gotten gains for himself.
He grasped Tang Yi's wrists with both hands, stretched forward, and directly stuffed the lantern into Song Jiao's hands.
"Song Jiao, how can I refuse the magistrate's lantern?"