When they reached the end of the market, Xiao Yu suddenly stopped. The setting sun stretched his shadow long enough to encircle Shen Weiwan beside him.

"Weiwan," he said in a low voice, "actually today..."

"I know." Shen Weiwan interrupted him, looking up, the golden light of the setting sun sprinkled in her eyes, like stars falling, "Your Highness, if you want to go on a date, just say it directly, why make so many excuses?"

Xiao Yu was stunned, then laughed: "You know everything?"

"Why else do you think I agreed?" Shen Weiwan raised her eyebrows and suddenly leaned close to his ear, "But, for the sake of roast duck, I'll treat it as a date."

Her breath was warm, and when it brushed against his ear, Xiao Yu felt an electric current running through his body. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, but she pointed at her bun and smiled maliciously:

"Your Highness, your birdcage... No, it's your hairpin that's crooked again!"

This time, Xiao Yu did not hide. He looked at her outstretched hand and let her fingertips touch his hair, his heart beating like a drum. Shen Weiwan was also a little nervous. Just as she adjusted the hairpin, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it with his backhand.

"Weiwan," he stared at her with a serious look, "after the palace banquet tomorrow, I will ask to marry you."

Shen Weiwan's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed. She tried to make a joke, but her throat tightened. Chuntao and her followers had already tactfully retreated to a distant spot, and the clamor of Suzaku Street seemed to fade into the background.

"Oh?" She finally found her voice and pretended not to care. "Then I'll have to prepare ten boxes of roast duck as a betrothal gift!"

"I'll give you twenty boxes." Xiao Yu smiled and held her hand tightly. "I'll also send the roast duck chef from the imperial kitchen to you and roast it for you every day."

"That's more like it." Shen Weiwan lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Under the setting sun, the two smiled at each other. People passing by whispered:

"Isn't that the Seventh Prince and the General's eldest daughter?"

"Shh! I'm on a date!"

"I heard that the Seventh Prince is very kind to Miss Shen, sending her food every day!"

"That's right, Miss Shen is so powerful that she even captured the prince!"

Shen Weiwan heard the discussion and secretly glared at Xiao Yu: "It's all your fault, too high-profile!"

"I wish the whole capital knew this." Xiao Yu held her hand tightly, his tone more serious than ever before. "Weiwan, I have waited for this day for a long time."

Shen Weiwan's heart seemed to be filled with something warm. She thought of the misery of her previous life, looked at the person in front of her, and suddenly felt her eyes hot.

"I know, stop nagging." She pulled her hand back, but secretly hooked her pinky finger around his. "Let's go! The roast duck is getting cold!"

Xiao Yu let her hook his lips, unable to hide the smile on his face. Chun Tao looked at the backs of her young lady and the Seventh Prince, secretly wiping away a tear - her young lady, after all the hardships, finally had her day.

At that moment, in the Liu residence, Madam Liu was cursing at the rose pot that had been delivered. The nanny knelt on the ground, sobbing and recounting what had happened when she was caught by the Seventh Prince.

"Waste! You can't even handle such a small matter!" Liu was so angry that she threw the vase. "That little bitch Chen Weiwan, and Xiao Yu... I will make them pay!"

Shen Ruorou said timidly: "Mother, there will be a palace banquet tomorrow, why don't we..."

"Shut up!" Liu interrupted her, "This time I found a 'master' who will make Shen Weiwan look foolish in front of the emperor!" A fierce look flashed in her eyes, "Even if it costs my life, I will destroy her!"

A new storm was brewing quietly behind the palace banquet. But Shen Weiwan was not afraid, because she knew that no matter what tricks Liu played, she had Xiao Yu by her side and a belly full of "sand sculpture poems" as weapons.

Back at the General's Mansion, Shen Weiwan looked at the parrot and cricket sent by Xiao Yu, and suddenly felt that life had never been so vivid. Chun Tao brought a basin of water and saw her smiling foolishly at the starling, and couldn't help asking:

"Miss, you and the Seventh Prince..."

"What's going on?" Shen Weiwan pretended to be mysterious. "It's just a date, and I received a 'roast duck betrothal gift'."

Chun Tao was amused, but also relieved. Her daughter was finally no longer the foolish legitimate daughter who allowed herself to be bullied.

Late at night, Shen Weiwan looked at the moon outside the window, thinking of Xiao Yu's serious eyes, and couldn't help but touch her hot cheeks. What kind of "surprise" will there be at tomorrow's palace banquet? She smiled and shook her head - no matter what it was, she would accept it.

In the Seventh Prince's residence, Xiao Yu stroked the prepared red gold hairpin in his sleeve, a smile playing on his lips. After tomorrow, he would be able to marry that eccentric girl with full legal standing. As for Liu's little tricks? He didn't take them seriously at all.

The people of the capital had a new saying: "The Seventh Prince, scheming, seduced the talented woman Shen Weiwan. A stroll through the flower and bird market, and the roast duck betrothal gift will be delivered to your door!"

Shen Weiwan listened to the laughter outside the window and felt an unprecedented sense of peace of mind. In this life, she not only avenged herself and kept her family property, but also met the person who was willing to laugh and play with her. It was great.