Qingyin changed the subject and continued.

Nan Chu naturally followed the lead of his wife.

The two boarded the carriage one after the other and drove off into the bustling street, completely unaware that a black figure was nimbly following behind them.

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The Lantern Festival is a major festival since the founding of the Qing Dynasty. On this day, almost all unmarried men and women in the city go out to see the lanterns. Young women carry all kinds of beautiful lanterns and walk on the road.

If an unmarried woman has a man she likes, she will hand him the lantern she is holding. If the man agrees, she will accept it; otherwise, she will refuse.

As Qingyin recalled the customs of the Lantern Festival, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face when she saw the lively and beautiful women handing lanterns to some young men.

Nan Chu looked at the sudden smile in the eyes of the Fujin and the handsome man in the direction of her gaze, and a pang of jealousy rose in his heart.

"What is the Princess Consort looking at?"

Qingyin smiled and pointed to the handsome young man from earlier: "I saw a little girl hand him a lantern just now, it was quite interesting."

"oh."

Nan Chu was relieved as long as the princess consort hadn't taken a fancy to another man.

He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his wife toward a spot further away where some performers were breaking large stones on their chests.

Qingyin found him quite interesting, so she didn't refuse him.

Therefore, Qingyin, who was wearing a veil, did not notice where the handsome man had been standing, revealing a young man with delicate features and somewhat gloomy eyes.

The young man stared at her and Nan Chu's backs for a while, then withdrew his gaze before Nan Chu noticed and moved to a more secluded spot.