"Mom, do you really have to sew it yourself? Wouldn't it be better to just buy one from a clothing store?"

"That's not necessarily true, but something sewn by hand always shows more care and thought."

Lin Wan said with a smile, recalling the wedding dress she wore when she married her child's father, which she had sewn herself stitch by stitch.

"Mother, do you think I would?" Bei Yan forced a smile, feeling that her mother thought too highly of her.

"Why not? Your matchmaker taught you so well," Lin Wan asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.

Bei Yan: "..." Could she say that she had almost forgotten everything? Let alone a wedding dress, she probably couldn't even embroider a handkerchief properly.

Seeing that his mother still wanted to investigate further, Bei Yan thought for a moment and decided to agree for now.

We can make other plans later; at worst, we can take the fabric and secretly have someone make it.

"Yes, Mother, I understand. I will sew it well." (A sweet, obedient face.)

Lin Wan patted Bei Yan's hand with satisfaction, gave him a few more instructions, and then left with her maid.

Inside the study of the Duke's mansion.

"Xiao'er, what are your plans to do regarding the Emperor?" Bei Hong asked, holding a fine wolf-hair brush and writing on a sheet of Xuan paper.

Bei Xiao carefully ground the ink beside him, "Father, there's no need to worry. Although the Emperor has mentioned several times his intention to betroth Yan'er to one of his princes..."

However, she never spoke directly. Besides, their marriage was arranged by their parents and a matchmaker, and Yan'er and Junlin were mutually in love.

Out of consideration for the royal family's reputation, the Emperor would likely find it difficult to directly separate the couple.

“That’s true, that guy always takes the royal face very seriously.” Bei Hong said with a smile, his hand movements were incredibly fluid and graceful.

"My father's calligraphy has improved a lot."

"That's right, don't you even know who this old man is!"

Beixiao: "..."

Junlin left early the next morning, claiming he was rushing back to prepare the betrothal gifts. The Bei family watched Junlin leave before reluctantly entering the mansion.

Even after returning to the manor, he continued to praise Junlin. Bei Yan glanced at the white ball that was lazily dozing on his shoulder.

She secretly rolled her eyes. Look at how pleased this jerk is with himself.

night.

"What conclusion did you reach with my grandfather and father?"

Bei Yan lazily rested her head on Jun Lin's lap, playing with a strand of Jun Lin's silver hair in her hand.

"As we agreed last time, I will come to propose marriage on the day you come of age."

"Alright, but why haven't you gone out these past few days?"

These past few days, Junlin has been staying obediently by his side, and he's actually finding it a bit strange.

Jun Lin smiled indulgently, his magnetic voice uttering each word clearly, "Of course, it's to spend more time with you, my lady."

"So you've got a lot of free time?" Bei Yan's eyes lit up, and he got up from Jun Lin's lap.

“You could say that.” Jun Lin raised a brow.

"Then tomorrow, please take the cloth that my mother gave me and have it made into a wedding dress for me."

"Wedding dress?" What Jun Lin didn't say was that he had already prepared Bei Yan's wedding dress.

"Yes, here are these. My mother said that wedding dresses should be sewn by oneself to show sincerity, but I... well, I don't know how."

Bei Yan pinched his nose rather awkwardly. It was alright to calm himself down and refine pills, but to calm himself down and learn needlework was too difficult for him.

"Things you sew yourself are more thoughtful," Junlin murmured casually.

"What did you say?" The voice was too soft; even Jun Lin himself couldn't hear what he said.

"It's nothing, just give me these." Jun Lin patted the little boy's head, a faint smile on his lips.

"Okay, remember to take it to someone to sew it, otherwise I won't have anything to wear."

"good."