By the time the matter was clarified, it was already late at night.

The accounting office was in the front yard. Ru Xue was carrying a lantern and walking towards the back yard. Before she even left the front yard, she saw someone by the small lake.

By the moonlight, she saw that the person was wearing a plain-colored cloak. She couldn't quite make out the exact color, but in the moonlight, she felt that the person looked very handsome.

The man was carrying a lantern in one hand and holding an umbrella in the other. Snow fell on the umbrella and his shoulders. She stared at his profile, momentarily stunned.

There are some people who you can't quite put your finger on what makes them good-looking, and others might even say they're not particularly attractive, but you just can't find anyone more dazzling than them.

Rong Ning is to Ru Xue someone who is indescribably handsome, yet no one can be more dazzling than him.

Perhaps they were too engrossed in watching to notice someone approaching.

Why is this young lady here all alone?

Ru Xue snapped out of her daze upon hearing this, her expression showing a hint of panic before she calmly replied, "I wandered here by accident."

"The roads are slippery with snow, young lady, you'd better go back quickly!"

Ruxue nodded and left reluctantly.

As she left, Ru Xue overheard their conversation.

"Mr. Rong, you should go back now."

"Alright."

The "that's fine" in that sentence carries an unspeakable sense of desolation.

Ru Xue didn't hear it very clearly.

Then Ru Xue felt an urge to get to know someone.

As Tong Cheng'er's personal maid, Ru Xue found it easy to find out things, and she quickly found out about Rong Ning's situation.

The tragic fate of having his entire family wiped out is enough to elicit sympathy. In addition, Rong Ning is a man of deep affection and chastity, with no women around him, and even the servants are all men.

This is even more remarkable.

When you suddenly want to get to know someone better, it means that a feeling of attraction has been born. When you feel affection for that person, it means that you've started to like them.

The more you learn about them, the more you like them.

This is the true state of affairs for Ruxue.

So when Tong Cheng'er asked her about her marriage plans, she answered Rong Ning's name without hesitation.

She knew there might be no result, but she was unwilling to remain silent.

She's said it now, but there's no result, yet she still wants to give it a try.

On the other side, Rong Ning looked at the newly delivered clothes and keenly noticed the difference. The material was much finer than before, and it suited his taste even better.

It's not that the materials used before were bad, it's just that the materials used now are the ones he used to wear.

That's when Rong Ning realized what was going on.

"Anwu, why did you change your clothes?"

An Wu was taken aback upon hearing this, then shook his head: "I don't know either, it's probably an arrangement made by the manor!"

Rong Ning nodded, then put on the clothes. They were all made of the same material, so it didn't seem like a big deal.

"Anwu, why did the kitchen change the dishes?"

An Wu was also confused. He was a native of the South, but the food delivered to the courtyard from the kitchen was all Southern in flavor, which made him very uncomfortable!

"I don't know either. Maybe they just got a new chef from the south?"

Rong Ning is a native of the South. Although she has been in the capital for several years and has become accustomed to the local cuisine, she was still pleasantly surprised to taste such authentic Southern dishes.

While he was pleasantly surprised, he couldn't help but feel a touch of warmth in his heart. Although he didn't know why, and although it was just a meal that suited his taste, it gave him a long-lost sense of peace.

On the other hand, Rulan was very puzzled by Ruxue's behavior.

"The Princess Consort didn't ask you to make clothes, so why did you suddenly decide to do needlework?"

As personal maids, Rulan and Ruxue naturally knew needlework, but the mansion had an endless supply of embroiderers, so they didn't need to do it themselves.

Upon hearing this, Ru Xue paused in her needlework, then said, "Let me practice. It's been a while since I've done this, and I'm a bit rusty."

Rulan was puzzled, but that didn't matter, since their current duties weren't related to needlework. However, despite her confusion, Rulan didn't press the matter further.

...

"I heard you went to the kitchen to learn cooking from a chef from Jiangnan. How did you become interested in cooking?"

Ru Xue: "It's just that I suddenly wanted to learn."

After some time, Rong Ning had gotten used to the food from Jiangnan. One day, An Wu brought him some food. He took a bite and then asked An Wu, "Did the kitchen change chefs today?"

An Wu shook his head: "I don't know, is there something wrong?"

Rong Ning shook her head: "No, it's just quite delicious. Use that money to feed the chef who cooked today, and let him cook in the future too."

An Wu was taken aback when he heard this. He had been serving Rong Ning for three years and had rarely seen him make any requests; in fact, he had almost none.

In response, he even tasted the food from that day. An Wu didn't find it particularly delicious, and even thought it wasn't as good as before. He wondered what Mr. Rong's taste was like.

Scratching his head, he could only sigh inwardly, "This person is just so strange."

Ru Xue learned this skill secretly, and she didn't want Rong Ning to know, so Rong Ning was unaware of it.

May has passed in the blink of an eye, and the weather is getting hotter.

Tong Cheng'er was drinking milk tea made from pre-Qingming Longjing tea, a gift from the palace, when she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

A wave of nausea suddenly washed over me.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The nanny who was waiting nearby quickly came over: "Madam, are you alright!"

Tong Cheng'er waved her hand: "It should be fine, it's just a little nauseous. Why does this milk tea taste weird? Did you make a mistake?"

Upon hearing this, the nanny looked at the milk tea. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. No one dared to neglect anything that the Princess Consort ate.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!