Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Ear Piercing

"Yao Jing, you're back!"

In the capital, there was a zither player whose music was worth thousands of gold. When he played it quickly, it was like a violent storm; when he plucked it slowly, it was like a gentle spring breeze. The movement of the strings was like pearls falling on a platter. It was clear and pleasant to the ears, and the lingering sound lingered in the ears for three days without stopping.

However, at this moment, when this call filled with joy and love reached his ears, Qin Jingyao felt that the so-called priceless voice could not compare with this one at all.

Suddenly, a soft and fragrant girl filled his arms. Her raised face was white with a hint of pink, and her eyes were as bright as autumn water, shimmering with light. They were clear and bright, and also filled with unreserved deep love.

The dark eyes, concealing countless undercurrents and as quiet as a deep pool, would dispel the gloom in an instant if a bright light broke through the darkness and a gentle breeze suddenly rose.

He didn't notice that his heart suddenly relaxed. He locked her tightly in his arms, hugged her tightly for a moment, and then quietly released some of his strength when she was unaware.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. His fingertips gently stroked her soft hair, and his voice was warm and concerned: "I just heard that you locked yourself in your room all day when I returned home. Is there something on your mind, Nongnong?"

Lan Nongnong leaned against his chest, her arms around his waist, the crisp cool fragrance lingering around her nose. Feeling the warmth from his palm, she gently closed her eyes and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

But after not seeing each other for just one day, I missed him so much.

She rubbed her forehead gently in his arms, then opened her eyes, loosened her arms around his waist, and suddenly stood up and took half a step back.

She was not short, but he was too tall and straight. If she didn't stay away from him, her neck would become sore from looking up after talking for a while.

But the hands around her waist didn't loosen, instead tightening even more, causing her to feel a faint pain. Qin Jingyao seemed oblivious to her frowning expression, not allowing her to retreat even a little.

Her phoenix eyes quickly scanned the room, then returned to her face. She repeated her previous question in a low but unquestionable voice, "Is Nongnong worried about something?"

His arms were strong and firm, holding her waist steadily, giving her a strong sense of security. Lan Nongnong leaned on him in a relaxed manner, holding his strong arms with both hands, looking up at him with a bright smile on her face.

"I've figured it out. It's all right! You're back just in time. I haven't eaten much today, and I'm starving. I wonder what the kitchen has prepared. I've been cooped up in my room all day, and I'm freezing cold. How about we dine in the pavilion in the garden?"

As she spoke, she reached out to pull his hand that was stroking the dimple on her cheek, and stood up straight, as if to walk out.

However, Qin Jingyao did not obey her as usual. Instead, he grabbed her wrist, his eyes fixed, and insisted on getting an answer.

"What is it that has you locked yourself up in your room all day, even to the point of not being able to taste food?"

Fortunately, Lan Nongnong has gradually gotten used to his occasional display of strength in recent days, and her heart is sweetened by his care. Anyway, there is nothing to hide about this matter.

It was true that he was wealthy, but when he was devoted to someone, he always wanted to give everything he had, fearing that it wasn't enough, or good enough. If she became anxious about having to bear too much and then refused, it would seem ungracious and would only dampen their interest.

Just imagine, if she happily prepared a gift for him, but he repeatedly refused it, she would definitely feel disappointed and would inevitably wonder if he didn't like the gift or the person who gave it to her.

Since he was so generous, she gladly accepted it. If she felt she hadn't reciprocated enough, she could make up for it later. Their wealth was already vastly different; there was no need to dwell on value, let alone compare one's shortcomings with another's strengths. This affection could ultimately be repaid with care elsewhere!

That day, after some self-reflection, she felt suddenly enlightened and had a clear mind. She told him all her previous entanglements without reservation.

"...You gave me a gift, so naturally I hope you're happy. I have hands and feet, skills, and brains, so I can't rely entirely on you for support. Although I may not be as wealthy as yours, I have enough to eat and spend, and I have a little money to spare. But let me make it clear, you are not allowed to look down on me!"

Her eyes were bright, and her tone was innocent yet serious. "Just remember that the gift may be small, but the thought is great. By the way, is there anything you want? Regardless of whether I can do it or not, why not tell me about it, just as if you want to share something with me?"

Amidst the energetic chatter, his originally gloomy brows unconsciously relaxed. At this moment, he finally released his hand on her slender waist with satisfaction.

Qin Jingyao gazed at her vibrant face with a doting look, a smile on his lips as he said, "Nong Nong coming to me is the best and most precious gift I have ever received. It is priceless and cannot be compared with money or vulgar things."

He grabbed her crescent-shaped eyes and spoke seriously, but with a deeper meaning. "What I want most is to have Nong Nong always by my side. I wonder if Nong Nong is willing to give it to me?"

Lan Nongnong was easily moved by his sweet words and immediately responded solemnly as if swearing an oath: "As long as you never let me down, I will never leave you!"

Qin Jingyao's eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, then turned into a faint smile. He said nothing more, simply taking her hand naturally, his fingertips delicately weaving in and interlocking their fingers tightly, and together they walked towards the garden.

*

Several days had passed since returning from the theater that day, and he hadn't mentioned piercing her ears again. Lan Nongnong had always considered it insignificant, assuming he'd forgotten, and hadn't brought it up. After all, not only would it be painful, but medical care was limited, and if inflammation occurred, it would be more trouble than it was worth.

But after dinner, he took her for a slow walk along the garden path, just to help digest the food. About a quarter of an hour later, they returned to the pavilion, only to find that the table had been cleared away. On the blue and green, spotless, tasseled satin tablecloth embroidered with rich peony patterns, several items were neatly placed.

In a pure white porcelain plate, there were several red ropes with silver needles inserted through them. The needles were slightly thicker than a hair, and the red ropes seemed to have been soaked in oil, giving off a moist luster.

In another palm-sized porcelain plate of the same pure white color, there were dozens of green objects densely packed together, the size of half her little fingernail, round in shape, with a warm jade-like luster, and at first glance they looked like fine jade beans.

A pair of golden scissors lay quietly on the snow-white lining cloth, next to it was a palm-sized pure white porcelain bowl filled with clear water, with a wet white cotton towel placed on the edge of the bowl, and an empty white porcelain basin placed on the side.

Everything on the table is clean and neatly arranged, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

Lan Nongnong felt a pang of pain just looking at the silver needle, and she instinctively shrank back. Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, a warm hand firmly pressed down on her shoulder, immobilizing her.

She raised her head, forced a sheepish smile, and tried to negotiate softly: "How about... you make me a few more hairpins and bracelets, and can I not wear these ear piercings?"

Everything is ready, just waiting for this moment. Qin Jingyao would never let her back down. Although he smiled, he slowly shook his head, his tone gentle but unquestionable, "No regrets on this move. Besides, I also followed Nongnong's advice and specially sought out the most skilled master to study for a long time. I have already mastered it by heart."

He chuckled softly, offering a soothing gesture, but his arms, unwaveringly, held her tightly. He then lifted her up and walked over to the beautiful bed that had been prepared for her. After sitting down, he gently placed her head on his lap, letting her lie sideways, revealing a soft, pink earlobe.

Summer days are long, and even at dusk, the sky was only slightly dim, still radiating a clear, warm yellow. Several candles had already been lit in the pavilion, illuminating this small world as if it were daylight.

Lan Nongnong was like a fish on a chopping block. The moment she leaped up, he gently but firmly pressed her back onto his lap. Undeterred, she turned her head and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears. She pleaded pitifully, "It looks so painful to get my ears pierced... I'm not a gentleman, and I regret it now. Can you please?"

However, the handsome man above, who looked like a banished immortal, now showed a bit of coldness and ruthlessness. He just lowered his eyes and looked at her with clear condemnation in his eyes.

She immediately felt guilty and gave up struggling. She slowly turned her head back, but her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist. She buried her face in front of him and said in a muffled voice: "Put it on! But I'll make it clear first, if it hurts too much, you have to stop even halfway through!"

Qin Jingyao's chest trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just raised his hand and patted the top of her head to comfort her. The sound of water dripped softly beside him. After washing his hands, he leaned over and carefully wiped her earlobe, which was red with nervousness.

From beginning to end, there was no hesitation in his actions.

The damp cloth was dropped into the empty basin with a soft sound. Immediately, a jade-green bean was pressed against the delicate earlobe. He pinched it between his thumb and index finger, gently twisting and kneading it with his fingertips.

Qin Jingyao constantly observed her expression. Every time she frowned or flinched, he would ease the pressure on her. If he saw she was alright, he would increase it slightly. This repetitive rubbing motion was extremely boring. His eyes were deep, darkening, but his fingers moved steadily, without a trace of anxiety.

Until the tender flesh on her earlobe was rubbed into a depression by the jade bean, leaving only a thin layer of skin as thin as a cicada's wing, which seemed to be able to see through the shiny skin. He quickly took the silver needle and accurately pressed it against the thin layer of skin, his arm as steady as a rock, without a tremor.

At the moment when the silver needle was about to pierce the skin, the light in his dark eyes suddenly tightened.

"Hmm..."

Lan Nongnong couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, instantly holding her breath as her body suddenly straightened. She didn't even notice that as she suddenly hugged the other person tightly, the muscles on her waist and abdomen instantly tensed like iron.

She carefully felt her earlobe, her body slowly relaxing. It wasn't painful, just numb and burning from the repeated rubbing. She didn't feel any fluid coming out, so she guessed there was no bleeding.

She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch it, but was held down by a big hand. The temperature of the palm was comparable to her burning earlobe.

Immediately, a burning pain came from my ear, as the red rope soaked in oil pierced through my skin.

The pain was even more intense than when her earlobe was pierced just now. Lan Nongnong closed her eyes tightly in pain, and a suppressed breath escaped from between her teeth.

The hot fingertips with slightly calloused texture gently brushed the front and back of her earlobe, and then, two crisp clicks of scissors were heard beside her ears, and the draping feeling she had just felt disappeared in an instant.

The throbbing pain in her ear piercing lingered for a long time. Before she could even open her eyes, she felt a slight dizziness. He gently flipped her over, the pierced side facing downward. Her earlobe, reddened by the pressure, was timidly exposed.

Lan Nongnong had her back to him, with nowhere to lean on. She could only twist her waist slightly and put her arms around her knees. Having experienced it once before, the fear of the unknown faded from her heart.

This time, she kept her eyes open, holding her breath and waiting. Only her long, thick, dark and wet eyelashes trembled frequently like butterfly wings, revealing the nervousness in her heart.

Qin Jingyao could wield a pen and a knife with both hands, and now, even with the switch, his movements were as steady as a rock, crisp and smooth. Although this was his first time piercing a woman's ears, he didn't make a single mistake, and she didn't bleed a single drop.

He helped her stand up and sit steadily. His deep gaze rested on her rosy cheeks for a few breaths, then turned to her ears. Her earlobes were red and slightly swollen, making them look even more tender and full.

The knotted red rope was barely thick enough at both ends to hold a grain of rice, its color vibrant. Though her flesh wasn't bleeding, the tiny speck of red glared like a bloody mole. The knot trembled with her breath, creating ripples that silently stirred her heart.

After her ears were pierced, Lan Nongnong, feeling resigned to life, cupped her hands and pressed them tightly against her ears. The burning pain in her earlobes lingered, disturbing her mind. Her continuous gasps and hisses did nothing to alleviate the searing pain. She felt restless and restless, unable to sit still.

Qin Jingyao knew she had been wronged and would have a difficult time in the next few days, so he deliberately chatted with her, recounting various interesting anecdotes from the capital. Or he would call for pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and casually sketch out several earring designs, handing them to her for selection. He even encouraged her to draw the style she liked, saying gently, "If you can draw it, I will make it for you myself."

Without even needing her to ask, he meticulously depicted the scene of her ear piercing today in a painting, preserving it as a commemoration of the day. In short, he tried every possible way to distract her, ultimately helping her get through the initial, most intense ordeal.

As the night deepened, he even condescended to personally carry her on his back and walked her all the way back to the bedroom. His fingertips gently stroked her earlobe, which still felt like it was burning, and his tone was filled with heartache: "Nong Nong has been wronged today. However, since your ear has been pierced, you must make sure it grows out smoothly. Let the servants take care of washing and changing clothes. And be careful when you go to bed at night and don't press yourself. Get a good night's sleep, and you'll feel better tomorrow."

Once she calmed down, Lan Nongnong felt a burning and itchy sensation in her earlobe again. The burning and itching sensation even spread, making her whole body feel hot.

She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch it, but he gently pulled it down again and again. After repeated gentle instructions, she barely controlled her impulse, endured the discomfort, and obediently responded to his instructions one by one.

Then he turned around and gave instructions to Biyu, fearing that she would not be able to bear the pain and itchiness and scratch herself. He repeatedly ordered him to keep a close eye on her, and not to relax even at night to prevent her ear hole from getting red and swollen.

Lan Nongnong complained to herself that she wasn't a child, nor was she incapable of enduring hardship; she simply acted coquettishly in front of him. But she didn't say anything. Her ears were hurting, her heart was irritated, and she didn't want to argue. She simply agreed to whatever he said, after all, she wouldn't let Biyu and the others stay up all night watching over her.

I couldn't bear to make them work so hard, and I couldn't sleep well if someone was staring at me.

Qin Jingyao saw her bright eyes moving around and knew that she was making up her mind, but he did not say anything and just let her go. Anyway, the servants would serve her carefully.

Before leaving, his eyes lingered on the pair of clear and round earlobes again. Finally, he could no longer hold back, and stretched out his arms to embrace her slender waist, one hand gently supporting her neck, and leaning down to take that little red spot into his mouth, sucking it slowly.

He rubbed the already slightly swollen earlobe until it became even fuller and moister. The person in his arms trembled all over, unable to hold back a moan, and raised his hand to push against her chest. Only then did he slowly let go and stood up.

*

Although Lan Nongnong had endured a rough night both physically and mentally, she hadn't forgotten the important matter in her mind. Now that she had made up her mind, she no longer hesitated and decided to act immediately.

The next day, after he replaced and trimmed the red earrings for her, and allowed him to carefully check the condition of her ear holes and repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing unusual, Lan Nongnong said goodbye to him, put on her makeup, and got into the car excitedly.

Yesterday she carefully counted the silver in her hand. Since she met him again, she had not spent any money. Except for the cost of staying in the hotel when she came and the red envelope she gave, she still had more than 600 taels of silver left.

Although it is considered to be well-off, it is not a long-term solution as it only spends money and does not bring in any income. A stable income is needed.

A while ago, she'd traveled extensively throughout the capital, and the dolls that had been all the rage in Yuqing and its surrounding areas weren't popular in Longshuo. On second thought, it made sense. The capital was a place where high-ranking officials and dignitaries gathered, and they valued refinement and elegance in everything they ate, wore, and lived in. These dolls, with their distinct, naive, and playful styles, naturally didn't fit in with mainstream tastes.

She carefully reviewed what she had learned. Apart from dolls, the most reliable livelihoods were food and cosmetics. Although she was good at appreciating the former, she had never memorized any recipes, so this path was naturally not feasible.

The latter option was feasible, but everyone had their own expertise. Even though she had some knowledge of purification methods, she didn't have a mature formula to support it. Furthermore, current rouge and powder products were extremely sophisticated, and she wasn't confident enough to think she could stand out in this industry with her limited knowledge.

Moreover, she had no roots in the capital, no established customers, and it was difficult for her to establish a good reputation. As the saying goes, the beginning is always the hardest. Furthermore, she hadn't come here for business, so how could she afford to take her time and maintain a long-term business?

After much thought, I decided that instead of wasting time and energy exploring new avenues that might not necessarily succeed, it would be better to continue doing my old business.

A tree that doesn't move dies, but a person who moves lives. It's important to adapt to local conditions and make the best use of their strengths to overcome their weaknesses. Over the past two years, she's witnessed firsthand the appeal dolls have on contemporary people, and if this thing were to appear in the world, she doubted anyone would remain completely indifferent.

However, compared to returning to her old job, preparing gifts for him was what she put more thought into. He had everything he needed for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, and he had a multitude of servants and abundant wealth. He had already achieved the ultimate in material enjoyment.

What is important is the thought behind it. She is not good at cooking or making soup. Even if she can do it, if she wants to show it as a token of her love, she must persist in doing it every day and her cooking skills must be amazing. Otherwise, if she only does it once or twice, it will show a lack of sincerity, and if the taste is just ordinary, it will backfire.

After much thought, she finally decided that something that could be worn and used in daily life would be better. It would show her love and remind him of her every time he saw it. It was the best choice.

Although she had learned needlework over the past two years, she was still unable to sew a coat suitable for wearing outside, not to mention the time it would take. Sachets and brocade bags were not uncommon.

It needs to be both beautiful and practical, efficient, and not be clichéd. After much thought, the only suitable method is to sew a belt.

He has an upright posture, a neat and powerful waistline, and if he were to tie it up with a palm-wide belt, he would look even more unique and elegant, with an extraordinary bearing.

"...All the belt styles and catalogs in the store are here. Please take your time to choose."

Realizing that she had just been daydreaming, Lan Nongnong's cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot. She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment, thanked the shop owner, and then focused on looking at the belts and patterns presented to her.

She now travels with a retinue of three or five. While her jewelry isn't extensive, each piece is exquisitely crafted and valuable. Her clothing, seemingly plain and clean, ripples delicately in the light and shadow, revealing its immense value.

The servants were respectful yet composed, their every gesture a grace far beyond the reach of ordinary etiquette. Such a grand spectacle and these individuals, though unfamiliar, must be either wealthy or noble. The shopkeeper understood, needing no further inquiry, and immediately went forward to greet them, presenting them with the finest goods in the store.

Brocade, Shu brocade, and Su brocade radiate with brilliance. Shu and Su embroidery boast exquisite needlework. The materials range from snow-white, sky-blue, jet-black, and emerald green, adorned with gemstones and jade of exceptional quality. From the fabric texture, dyeing and printing colors, embroidery techniques, to the design, inlaid jewels and jade, and carved animal-head buckles, every detail is exquisitely crafted, making the choice difficult.

The pictures in the album are colorful and diverse, and their exquisiteness is no less than the real thing.

Lan Nongnong caressed those gorgeous objects through the air, her heart secretly gasping in amazement, her eyes filled with wonder. Then, when she compared them with her own limited craftsmanship, she felt that they pale in comparison, and she was inevitably devastated.

But having made up her mind, she never considered giving up despite the difficulties. Instead, she became more courageous with each setback. After carefully examining the fine products in the store, she had a vague idea in mind and was eager to go back and prepare it immediately. Although the storeroom at home had a lot of suitable satin, it was gorgeous yet restrained, just what she needed.

Since it was a thoughtful gesture, Lan Nongnong intended to personally handle everything from selecting the materials to making the belt. Fortunately, the material required to make the belt was not high, so even if she chose the best material in the shop, she could afford it. Although her wallet was inevitably greatly reduced, she couldn't hide her excitement!

"Nong Nong? It's really Nong Nong! I haven't seen you for a few days. Is everything okay, sister?"

The crisp female voice hesitated for only a moment before walking forward intimately.

Lan Nongnong had just stepped out of the shop door, but before she saw anyone, she recognized the identity of the visitor from the cheerful voice. She immediately turned around and went forward, a surprised smile on her face: "Sister Yingzi! I'm so surprised to meet you here. It shows that we are really destined to be together. It's been a few days since we last met. How are you?"

Happy events bring joy, and Lan Nongnong had dressed up for the day. She wore a light peach-colored, soft, pleated gown that accentuated her slender neck and shoulders. Her long, black hair was tied up in an exquisite bun, pinned with her favorite quicksand pink jade lily-of-the-valley hairpin.

A purple-pink, gold-painted lotus crown, shaped like a headband, rests on her bun, creating an elegant and unique look. A lotus tassel of the same color dangles from each side, gently swaying at her temples, adding grace to her every step.

As I approached, I saw a jade-pink lock of hair tucked back, adorned with a fringe that cascaded down her back. It was both delicate and flowing. A pink lotus flower was adorned between her eyebrows. Her eyes curved, her lips whitened, her face rosy and delicate, with sweet dimples. The new red earrings added to her vibrant color, making her look as fresh and radiant as a lotus flower emerging from the water. She was a dazzling sight, a breathtaking sight beyond words.

A pink belt half a finger wide slants diagonally from the shoulder to the waist, tied with a white and green purse, which adds a touch of freshness to the outfit, instantly making it stand out from the ordinary and become truly unique.

That clear and pleasant voice, with its melodious and cheerful tone, seemed to be forever imbued with a carefree spirit. And this kind of carefreeness must have been nurtured by someone who pampered them and cared for them with all their heart.

Wang Yingzi looked at her and felt that she was like a dew-covered lotus that had just bloomed, bright and dazzling, coming towards her. Her nostrils seemed to be filled with its subtle fragrance. She unconsciously relaxed her brows and felt refreshed.

However, when she accidentally caught a glimpse of the shimmering pink lily-of-the-valley hairpin in the man's hair, her expression froze. After a closer look and confirmation, her pupils suddenly contracted, the smile on her face froze, and shock was evident.

When the hibiscus jade was presented to the emperor, it coincided with a grand banquet in the palace, at which all officials of the fourth rank and above and their families were allowed to attend. As the wife of a fourth-rank official, Wang Yingzi was naturally fortunate to be among them.

That day, a rare and precious piece of Hibiscus Jade, as large as a large bowl, was presented to the Emperor. Its dazzling brilliance instantly captivated everyone, leaving the female members of the Imperial Household obsessed with it for days. Afterward, the concubines in the harem repeatedly requested it, but were unsuccessful, further increasing its fame. Eventually, the Hibiscus Jade landed in the Grand Marshal's Mansion, and the story became universally known.

Back then, the Emperor and Empress intended to arrange a marriage for General Qin, selecting only noble ladies of distinguished family background, talent, and beauty, which attracted the hearts of many noble ladies in the capital. However, he unexpectedly acted differently and ended up marrying a woman of humble origin and little reputation, much to everyone's surprise.

Everyone thought that the woman must be of stunning beauty and character to have convinced him to marry her regardless of their social status. However, they did not expect that not only was her family background ordinary, but her appearance could only be described as dignified and pretty.

She usually stayed at home and rarely went out, and when she did attend banquets, she was usually quiet. Although she appeared gentle and submissive, she had no other outstanding features. It was a pity that such an ordinary woman could occupy the position of Taiwei's wife.

However, due to the Taiwei's power, no one dared to say anything in public.

The Grand Marshal's Mansion was a prestigious place, with strict rules and regulations. Outsiders, either bound by etiquette or intimidated by his power, dared not pry into the place. Everyone assumed that the Grand Marshal, having acquired the Hibiscus Jade, would grant it to his wife. However, unexpectedly, it had not been displayed in the past two years, and even more unexpectedly, it was found in the woman's hair today!

Then I thought about the rumors that the Taiwei had fallen in love with a woman named Yuqing after returning to the court, and that many people had seen him go to the Pear Garden to watch opera with a woman.

Wang Yingzi suddenly took a breath and looked dazed.

Although they hadn't spoken much when they first met, her claim that she was from Yuqing was indeed true. Now, with this hibiscus jade hairpin as evidence, all signs indicate that this woman with a sweet smile and a clear temperament is the one who has attracted the heart of the dignified Taiwei.

The world expects women to be virtuous and maintain harmony between wives and concubines. However, who among the wives of men would truly wish for someone else to be by their husband's side? Especially when they see their husband condescending to that woman and doting on her with all his heart?

Even though Wang Yingzi did not have a close relationship with the wife of the Grand Marshal, the principal wife and the concubine, or the mistress who was not worthy of being in public, were naturally in opposition, so she was naturally looking down on them.

How much she had loved this woman before, with whom she felt like old friends at first sight, with whom she felt similar in temperament and whose speech and vision were quite compatible after just a few words. But now, she felt so many indescribable complex feelings in her heart.

The eyes are the mirror of the heart, and appearance is determined by the heart.

The surprise and delight on her face gradually faded away.

Seeing this, Biyu gave her a deep look, then took a step forward, as if to salute, but suddenly stumbled, tugging at her sleeve. This not only pulled their hands apart, but also forced her to lower her head, just in time to see the token marking the Grand Marshal's residence, and also happened to hide her suddenly pale face.

"This servant is rude. Please punish me, young lady."

"...It's just a small matter, I can't blame you."

Wang Yingzi received the hint, and though her heart burned like boiling water, she had to suppress all her strange feelings. She lowered her voice and perfunctorily said something, forcing a smile. Her eyes were still a little stiff, but fortunately, given the unexpected situation before her, they didn't arouse suspicion.

Although Lan Nongnong noticed that something was wrong with her expression, they were not close friends after all, and she did not sense any malicious intent, so she did not think too deeply about it. In addition, her position was limited, so she did not see the brief exchange of glances between the two.

He helped Biyu to her feet and made sure her foot was fine. He gave her a reassuring smile, then turned to the smiling woman and gave her a thumbs-up, praising her: "Sister Yingzi is so magnanimous, truly a heroine!"

Just this generous, sincere and measured compliment, coupled with that bright smile like a spring flower, actually dissipated most of the depression in Wang Yingzi's heart.

Born into a military family, she was naturally forthright, open-minded, and unconcerned with trivial matters. While there were many noble ladies in the capital, most were gentle and reserved, and few shared her temperament. Because true friends were so hard to find, and because rapport was so rare, she felt a mixture of emotions, a feeling she found difficult to let go.

"Big sister, who is this?"

Wang Yingzi collected her thoughts and then remembered that there was someone beside her. Although she felt a little awkward, she had to deal with it and simply introduced, "This is Miss Lan."

He turned around and took the girl's hand again, pointed at the boy and said with a smile: "This is my youngest brother, Yinghuan."

Wang Yinghuan wore a jade-colored brocade robe with cuffed sleeves, its pattern of bamboo embroidered in silver thread flowing from his shoulders to the hems. He wore a white belt, a palm's width, around his waist, and a jade crown atop his head. He stood tall and proud, his spirit high. His brows were sharp, his eyes sparkling, and he exuded a commanding valor. His smile radiated the vibrant energy of a young man.

His eyes were clear and bright, and he looked straight at me frankly. Although his eyes were full of surprise, they did not offend me at all, but only showed my sincerity.

"My name is Wang Yinghuan, nice to meet Miss Lan."

He smiled and bowed, "Miss Lan, since you and my sister are like sisters, there is no need to be polite with me. If you need me in the future, please let me know."

He was straightforward and frank, so Lan Nongnong naturally didn't shy away. She nodded and smiled at him, her bright eyes curved like a crescent moon. "It's our first meeting. You're too polite, Young Master Wang."

Unexpectedly, Wang Yinghuan raised his eyebrows, looked at her with a burning gaze, shook his head, and laughed heartily, "This is the first time Miss Lan has met me, but this is my second time. Eighteen days ago, at the Tianjie Night Market, Miss Lan was so carefree and relaxed, moving as fast as a rabbit. It was truly unforgettable."

Lan Nongnong was slightly surprised when she heard this, and then she naturally recalled the scene of her reunion with Qin Jingyao. As for other people and things, they were all like flowers in the fog, and they were already blurred and difficult to distinguish.

Despite the connection to Sister Yingzi, they were still unfamiliar, so she simply smiled and said nothing. Unaware, Biyu glanced up from behind her, her gaze like a blade, as if to penetrate his innermost thoughts, then quietly lowered her eyes without anyone noticing.

Wang Yingzi's heart tightened. Without giving it much thought, she turned and stood between the two of them. With her back to her, her voice remained normal, but her gaze towards her younger brother was filled with seriousness and warning. "We happened to meet Nongnong today, so I can't accompany you. You should go on your own, or find someone else to accompany you. Don't disturb our gathering."

After saying this, without waiting for his response, she turned around and grabbed Lan Nongnong, who had only had time to nod and say goodbye, and walked forward quickly. Biyu and others naturally followed closely behind, quietly separating the two sides.

"Huh?"

Wang Yinghuan held one arm behind his back, one hand half-raised, maintaining a gesture of farewell. Even as the ethereal, pale pink figure in front of him was gradually submerged in the crowd and no longer visible, he maintained a smile on his face.

He stood there for a moment, looking around, and then put his hand down with a feeling of reluctance. His eyes were as clear as stars, as if he was savoring something, and the corners of his lips were raised high.

Suddenly, she muttered something to herself, turned around abruptly, her hair and clothes flying, her whole body filled with a light and upbeat aura, and she did not even enter the store, but strode straight back the way she had come.

*

"Sister Yingzi, do you have something to say to me?"

Wang Yingzi suddenly stopped and looked at her with a complicated expression. Knowing that she was the woman hidden by the general, her heart was already in turmoil. But she did not expect that Lian Yinghuan also had a secret crush on her.

The woman had delicate features, fair, plump skin tinged with a faint blush, red lips, and white teeth. Her round, sparkling eyes, as clear as a spring, gazed intently, untainted by any worldly desires. A faint dimple formed on her cheek as she pursed her lips in a faint smile, adding a touch of sweetness and innocence.

Compared to the beauties and noble ladies of the capital, her appearance was at best average. However, her unique quality lay in the frankness and agility between her features, and her whole being brimmed with a youthful energy and vitality not found in ordinary women, which naturally drew people in.

However, at this moment, facing such a pure and flawless face, Wang Yingzi could only sigh in her heart. Beauty is truly a disaster.

Lan Nongnong was confused. She had only followed her earlier because she saw her anxious expression, but now she was being stared at like this, which was really baffling. She turned around and looked around, then smiled understandingly and suggested, "It's crowded here, so it's hard to talk. If Sister Yingzi has something to hide, why don't we find a quieter place?"

It was this natural innocence and frank consideration that prevented Wang Yingzi from feeling disgusted, but instead only made her increasingly confused. Her demeanor was refined and dignified, without a hint of coquettishness, suggesting a family with a respectable upbringing. But if that were the case, how could she have allowed herself to degenerate into a mistress?

"Nong Nong, you--"

Biyu suddenly spoke softly, "Miss, Madam, there is a teahouse not far ahead. Would you like me to go ahead and reserve a private room?"

Wang Yingzi choked up in her throat, but suddenly she noticed something was wrong. She looked at the maid who had spoken with a sharp gaze. It was she who had just reminded and warned her, and now she interrupted again, and every time when the topic was about to involve that person.

At the time, she was so startled that she didn't have time to think deeply. Now that she thought about it, she realized that the maid's seemingly unintentional actions were actually very deliberate. This thought made her suspicious.

She turned back again, carefully examining the calm and composed woman, and a thought suddenly crossed her mind.

Could it be that she didn't know that person's background?

The thought came to her mind like a seed taking root. If this was the case, and only if this was the case, all the discomfort she had felt before would instantly disappear.

She didn't know his identity, so he could walk around the streets with confidence. When he talked to her, he neither tried to please her nor belittled himself.

On the contrary, even if she had the good fortune to attach herself to the current Grand Marshal and thus elevate her status, she would still be unworthy and of humble origin. Even if she forced herself to be calm, she could not hide her inherent embarrassment and inferiority.

If she were truly the kind of shallow person who flaunts her power, how could she possibly have won the favor of the Grand Marshal? Not to mention the fact that he dared to walk freely in this capital city where the powerful and influential gathered, and express his true feelings in front of her without reservation.

Only because she was completely unaware of this, the servants in the Taiwei Mansion were so paranoid, fearing that she would reveal any clues.

Thinking of this, all the prejudices I had just had turned into pity in an instant, and anger suddenly surged in my heart.

Although Wang Yingzi hated evil by nature, she was not a reckless person. All of her current speculations were based on her own thoughts, and the truth remained unknown. Furthermore, although she and this woman had a strong connection, they were ultimately not related and their friendship was shallow.

That person was powerful and utterly fearless. He showed no mercy to anyone who was his enemy, and his methods were ruthless. He was accustomed to trampling people to the bottom, often harming innocent people and making them unable to rise again.

No matter how innocent the woman in front of her was, she was still an outsider. No matter how much she sympathized with her, she could not bring the entire family to its knees for a single outsider.

It is clear at a glance which is more important.

The words that were about to burst from her lips were swallowed back under the maid's calm and composed gaze. Facing the clueless, bewildered woman, she felt a heavy weight of guilt weighing on her heart. She forced a smile, mumbled a response, and hurriedly excused herself, claiming to have something urgent to attend to.

Although Lan Nongnong was confused, she was thinking about going back to make the belt, so she didn't think about it anymore and set off to return.

*

The Fu family is a fourth-rank family. Their mansion is located on Danfeng Street, less than half an hour's carriage ride from Zhuque Street.

The carriage didn't stop outside the mansion gate, but drove straight into the mansion. Wang Yingzi jumped out of the carriage without waiting for help, and walked into the main hall with a swift pace. As expected, she saw the person who should not be there at this moment, but appeared there.

She immediately stopped and her face became completely gloomy.

Wang Yinghuan met her cold expression, but showed no fear at all. Instead, he came forward with a smile. He bent slightly in a pretentious manner, pretending to be humble, but because of his handsome face and extraordinary bearing, there was no trace of vulgarity.

"Why did you come back so soon, big sister? But what happened with Miss Lan? What exactly is it? Do you need my help? And why did you rush me away just now?

Since this matter concerned that person, Wang Yingzi didn't intend to beat around the bush and asked him directly, "Are you interested in Miss Nong--Miss Lan?"

Most men of Wang Yinghuan's age would have already married and had children. As the youngest son of the Wang family, he was naturally doted on, and his marriage was the cause of much anxiety for everyone in the household. However, he always used the excuse that he hadn't achieved success and would never get married as an excuse, thus scuttling all prospects and earning himself a reputation as a cynic.

Logically speaking, now that he has taken the initiative to express his love for a woman, the eldest sister should be extremely happy, and should not be avoiding him and being in such a panic and nervous state.

Although the Wang family was not as powerful as the royal family, they were also well-known for their achievements and prestige. Given his family background and the reputation he had earned, even if Miss Lan's family background was ordinary, it would not be a big deal.

Besides, when they met again today, although he didn't dare to be too rude, he could tell that her dress and demeanor definitely didn't indicate she came from a humble family. Could it be... that her status was too high?

Wang Yinghuan's face was still full of smiles as he bowed and said, "My sister is very perceptive and insightful. I really fell in love with Miss Lan at first sight. I have never forgotten her since I saw her at the Tianjie Night Market that day. I just can't find her. "

"I never expected that we would be reunited today by chance. It's even more rare that my elder sister and she are sisters. How could I miss such a heaven-sent match? Therefore, I beg my elder sister to lend me a helping hand!"

Wang Yinghuan could only blame himself for being distracted by that stunning glimpse. When he came to his senses, the beauty had already disappeared in the crowd.

He ignored his companions' cries of alarm and searched everywhere for the figure, but ultimately found nothing. Since that day, he had been waiting at the night market every day after his shift, but until yesterday, he had still not seen any sign of her.

If it weren't for their reunion today, he would have almost thought that the fleeting glimpse that night was just a dream. His heart was already pounding at first sight. He'd been thinking about her in his dreams ever since they'd parted, unable to forget her. Meeting her again today, he was even more captivated!

The love has been deeply planted, and this time we must not miss it!

However, his bluntness and resolute tone left Wang Yingzi feeling like a heavy stone had fallen on her heart. She waved his hand away, strode to the seat at the head, and raised her head, her face devoid of a smile. With a serious and solemn expression, she told him, "Miss Lan is already taken. You'd better give up on this idea."

"A gentleman dreams of marrying a beautiful lady. Miss Lan, a woman as quiet and independent as the night sky, deserves to be admired."

The smile on his face did not fade. He lifted his robe and sat down leisurely. His posture seemed casual, but his eyes were sharp and bright.

"Since she's only a beauty, she's already taken, which means she's still unmarried. If that's the case, then someone capable will surely win her. Eldest sister has loved me since childhood, so it's only natural that she should be helping me. Now that she's so cautious, could it be that the person's power far surpasses our Wang family's?"

Wang Yingzi had been feeling depressed today due to various reasons. Now, facing her brother who was as innocent and naive as Nongnong, she felt her heart burning and could no longer suppress herself.

She dismissed the servants and spoke sternly, "I'll tell you the truth. That man is the Empress's nephew, the Crown Prince's cousin, and both brother and teacher! Your Majesty treats him like a son. He holds a second-rank official position, in charge of the six ministries and the three armies. He holds the highest position among officials, and his power is unparalleled. No one in the court dares to challenge him. Tell me, who holds greater power, our Wang family or his?"

Wang Yinghuan was caught off guard by her scolding, his face stricken with anger, and he was completely stunned by the sudden news. The fact that the Grand Marshal and his beautiful daughter had visited the opera house was well known to all the powerful and influential people in the capital, and he was even more familiar with the situation because his brother-in-law was an old friend of the Grand Marshal.

After being surprised at the time, he just sighed that a hero is hard to resist a beautiful woman and laughed it off. But he never thought that the woman he had been thinking about so much, falling in love with when he saw her again, and wanted to marry was actually that "beauty"!

After all, he was her beloved younger brother, and seeing him so devastated, seemingly unable to bear it, Wang Yingzi felt a pang of pain in her heart, and couldn't help but secretly curse the man's misconduct. However, the situation was more powerful than the person, and everything was based on first come, first served.

Yinghuan's conversation with Nongnong today was already over the line. He had spies all around her, so he was probably aware of it by now. Given his domineering and egocentric demeanor, he wouldn't have turned a blind eye to this.

No matter what, Yinghuan must not have any more delusions. Doing this for a woman is not worth it.

"There are many beautiful women in the world, lively and beautiful. You've just been in the barracks for so long that you realize how rare it is to see one."

"Once you return, immediately order your servants to pack your luggage. When your brother-in-law returns, I will have him arrange for you to leave the capital to handle foreign affairs. You will leave early tomorrow morning."

"My mother and I will keep an eye out for cheerful women and look forward to seeing them when you return. Perhaps you'll find a good match while you're away."

Seeing that he was still in a trance, Wang Yingzi said no more. Just as she was about to call his followers closer, she suddenly caught sight of a scroll on the table beside him. Her heart sank suddenly, and she stood up and walked over quickly, snatched the scroll and unfolded it.

The woman in the painting suddenly looks back and smiles sweetly, her lively expression leaping off the paper. It is clearly the scene when Fang and Nong Nong met today!

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slammed the scroll shut. When she opened her eyes again, she saw him, who had regained his composure, but subconsciously frowned as if trying to snatch the painting away.

She immediately took a step back, raised her hand and held up the scroll, and shouted coldly: "You dare to come and snatch it? What are you going to do? Are you planning to keep it for yourself?"

Wang Yinghuan was stopped by her stern voice. His face was tense and struggle was surging in his eyes. Finally, he slowly lowered his hand that was about to grab the painting.

Then she asked again in a stern voice, "When was this painted? Do you have any other paintings at home?"

"I just made this while waiting for my eldest sister... There's nothing else at home."

Wang Yingzi stared at him for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked to a lamp beside her, pulled out a fire starter, and lit the scroll in front of him.

The flames suddenly jumped up, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly.

Her face was as sullen as water, and she said calmly, "I only hope that what you say is true, and that there is no more hidden treasure in your home. Don't make a mistake due to a momentary impulse, or you will regret it later."

After saying this, he no longer looked at his dazed and distracted look, but directly called over the Wang family's followers, gave them a few stern instructions, and then ordered them to send him back to the mansion.

It is needless to say how the Wang family was shocked after hearing the message from their daughter's attendants. They repeatedly warned and instructed Wang Yinghuan. The Queen's mother even dismissed the attendants and personally searched his room to retrieve all the scrolls and burned them, determined to completely put an end to his thoughts.