Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Waiting for the Right Time

Lan Nongnong had her own strong sense of right and wrong. She wasn't afraid of outsiders' gossip, but she absolutely didn't want to expose her aunts to criticism. Even though her aunts were quiet and unsociable by nature, she would never let them be trapped in the house all day, like prisoners.

For the first two days, she had spent long conversations with her aunts in the courtyard. Afterward, she took them out of the city to visit a renowned and popular temple in the capital to worship and listen to sutras. She even had their horoscopes read by a fortune teller, and the results were undeniably perfect: a match made in heaven.

Every time she heard this result, Lan Nongnong looked at the relieved expressions of her two aunts, and her heart sank a little more.

Although the late summer heat persisted, pilgrims flocked to the temple. To avoid trouble, she wore a veiled hat, citing the sun as a pretext. Fortunately, her engagement was approaching, and her two aunts, fearing for her appearance, were even more cautious than she was whenever she went out.

So, Lan Nongnong followed his instructions, leaving home after breakfast and returning before dinner, spending the day with her two aunts. Over the next few days, everything went smoothly.

*

September 5th, the sky is clear and the breeze is gentle. It is an auspicious day, suitable for all things, and auspicious for engagement and marriage.

According to convention, men and women cannot see each other on the day of their engagement. However, looking back at their early days, from their acquaintance to Lan Nongnong's journey thousands of miles to find him, not to mention the fact that although they were not officially married, they had already had physical contact, all these things had already broken every single rule of worldly etiquette.

Lan Nongnong didn't know much about wedding rituals and customs, and this engagement party seemed to her like a ridiculous farce.

It would never come true anyway, so she didn't care about etiquette or rules. She only cooperated to prevent him from deceiving her two aunts with his sweet talk again.

On the day of engagement, a matchmaker and the parents of both parties must be present to hand over the marriage certificate, present the gift list, and host a banquet for relatives and friends.

However, firstly, Lan Nongnong was a lonely woman with no relatives to attend. Secondly, Qin Jingyao had already explained the reason for his parents' departure from the capital with reasonable reasons. Moreover, when he invited them to the capital, he also invited the city's most famous ice master to come to his house to complete the etiquette.

Therefore, Qin Jingyao brought her here early and asked her to sit next to him. The two masters did not care about this momentary oversight of etiquette.

Biyu and Tongze stepped forward and respectfully presented the marriage certificate and gift list, then bowed and quietly stepped aside.

Lan Nongnong sat quietly to the side, watching the two aunts carefully review the marriage agreement and gift list. Finally, she was pleased and nodded in approval. Then she saw the man stand up with his sleeves gathered. His posture was elegant and his demeanor was outstanding. With just a few words, he made the aunts, who were usually calm, smile and nod repeatedly.

I also listened to him say that the wedding date was set for next spring.

The whole hall was filled with joy and happiness, but she seemed to be out of the picture, with a smile on her lips but a calm heart.

She said she had already hosted a banquet for friends and family at the Jinlin Restaurant on Jinlin Street, with one seat reserved for the main guests. She also prepared a wedding banquet in this separate courtyard. She and her two masters could either attend outside or have a drink inside, depending on their preferences.

He is so polite and considerate that it is hard to find any fault with him.

Lan Nongnong had no way of telling whether his story about the banquet at the restaurant was true or not. It seemed that with his power and position, it would be easy for him to arrange a few tables of "relatives and friends" to make things look grand.

She looked at the increasingly satisfied smiles on the faces of her two aunts, just like herself a few days ago, blinded by the perfect illusion he carefully woven and completely let down her guard.

Then, she also heard her aunts politely reject his arrangement as expected.

The whole day, she was like a puppet with her soul bound. She had just the right smile on her lips and behaved gently and appropriately. Under the smiling gaze of her aunts, she lowered her eyes slightly and let him gently put a crystal jade ring on her ring finger.

*

The marriage was already settled, and staying any longer would be a waste of time. That night, after a long and earnest exhortation from the two aunts, they finally mentioned the date of their return.

Perhaps because the marriage was already decided, Lan Nongnong was finally allowed to stay overnight, enjoying a candlelit night of conversation with her aunts. She had been cooperating step by step and taking every possible precaution over the past few days, all in her pursuit of ensuring the two of them could leave Beijing safely and swiftly.

Now that the situation is going well, it is to her liking.

As for Qin Jingyao, he tricked his aunts to the capital just to make her aware that she was under control, so that even if she was extremely unwilling, she would have to submit.

He had already succeeded, and had acted so well in front of the aunts, demonstrating his thoroughness to the point of impeccable execution. To try to stop him now would be pointless and unnecessary.

As she had expected, Qin Jingyao didn't try to stop them. The next day, he arrived with a carriage, ten guards, and six fully loaded trucks. He said the number six was an auspicious number, to ensure a smooth journey for the two masters.

He was polite and modest in his words and gentle in his demeanor, but decisive and efficient in his actions. He had an unquestionable aura that made it difficult to resist him.

After all, when they got married next year, all of this would serve as a generous dowry. Yun An and Yun Ming exchanged a glance, then stopped refusing and accepted with a smile.

After sending you a thousand miles, we must finally say goodbye. Seeing her eyes flushed, yet she was still forcing a smile, the two men couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in their noses.

"...Allergies are no small matter, after all. The capital is full of talented individuals, and as Master Yao said, if we can pool our wisdom, we can eradicate the hidden dangers. Don't avoid seeking medical attention just because you're afraid of the bitterness of the medicine. Although this separation is temporary, you and I can still exchange letters and keep each other connected as we did in the past."

"Don't be sad now. When you are well again, you must return home. We will meet again then."

Lan Nongnong endured with great difficulty, the tender flesh of her lips already bruised and damaged from being bitten. Now, finally free from the need to suppress her emotions, she embraced her two aunts tightly, leaning on their shoulders, pouring out all the resentment and grievances she had endured for days.

Yet he dared not vent his emotions freely, fearing that any flaw would be revealed, which would make all his previous forbearance go to waste.

"...I can't bear to leave, auntie,"

"My aunts and I have no relationship, yet they treat me like family. They work hard and worry about my affairs. I am truly grateful and will always remember it in my heart! I wish my aunts good health, peace of mind, and a smooth life without worries."

She cried so hard that her whole body was shaking, her throat was choked with sobs and her voice was nasal. She spoke a few words in a halting manner, which made people feel sad and distressed.

The two men tilted their heads to wipe their tears and were about to say a few words to comfort her when they suddenly felt a shadow falling over them and a lightness on their shoulders.

When I looked closely, I saw that the woman who was crying bitterly had been embraced by a tall and straight figure. His movements were full of cherishment and careful protection.

"Don't cry anymore, or you'll hurt your eyes."

The man's voice was low and gentle. "Since the abbot of this nunnery deeply loves Nong Nong, if you can't bear to be separated, you can move the entire nunnery to the capital. Monks have a simple and indifferent mindset. For them, a place of quiet cultivation is a safe place to stay. North, south, east, and west are not important."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lan's deep sorrow for parting vanished. She jerked her head up, tears still welling in her eyes, yet a raging rage flared. However, her sobs continued, and out of concern for others, she suppressed her rage, a whisper that betrayed a hint of coquettish anger.

"Qin, Jingyao! I've already been engaged as you wished. If you continue to use me and my aunts as leverage, it won't work if you do it again!"

Qin Jingyao smiled, showing no sign of annoyance despite her contradictory remarks and misunderstanding. He gently stroked her back to soothe her, then raised his head and nodded, saying, "Rest assured, Masters! I will take good care of Nong Nong. I have a good relationship with the Magistrate of Yuqing, and I've already sent a letter asking him to take care of all matters at the nunnery. Masters, don't worry."

"Amitabha, thank you for your concern, Master Yao."

Yun An and Yun Ming turned their gazes towards the girl, who had ceased to shed tears, and nodded with a smile. All their words of caution and reluctance to part were dissolved in this silent glance.

"Aunt Yun'an, Aunt Yunting, take care on your journey!"

Lan Nongnong stared at the two people's backs as they walked away. Suddenly, her head buzzed and her eyes felt hot and sore. She couldn't help but want to move forward, but an iron arm firmly held her waist and she couldn't move even half a step.

She seemed to calm down suddenly, and just stood there, watching the carriage go farther and farther away, and finally disappear at the end of the dust.

*

The gilded light is fleeting

In mid-September, there was a heavy rain in the capital.

The rain stopped and the clouds parted, the scorching sun returned, washing away the remaining heat of midsummer. Autumn then enveloped the fields, the wind softened, and the weather became crisp and pleasant.

Just as the sun sets and the sun rises, the anecdotes about the Shangshu Ling that circulated throughout the capital were replaced by new and interesting stories. Everyone remained silent, as if nothing had happened.

Since bidding farewell to her two aunts, Lan Nongnong hadn't set foot outside the mansion since then. She seemed to have accepted her fate and no longer challenged him. She had completely cooled down, her expression sullen, her smile no longer visible.

He couldn't stand her alienation and indifference towards him, but he watched this coldness with great interest, and then used it to get intimate with her and break her defenses, and he actually enjoyed it.

It had only been five days since the aunts left Beijing, but he already had her soft spot firmly in his grasp. Since he couldn't stand indifference, she would offer him a superficial smile, and when he wanted to be intimate, she would treat him like a wooden man.

According to the estimated itinerary, it will take about ten days to reach Yuqing.

Ten days left, only ten days left...

"...Renwangfu has a chrysanthemum garden on Taoshan Mountain outside the capital, housing nearly every species in the world. During bloom, the vibrant colors vie for attention, attracting the world's attention. Each year, only five or six distinguished individuals are invited to admire the garden."

"Princess Baozhen feels guilty for causing you such suffering, and fears that conventional rituals are frivolous and useless. However, she is currently in retreat and cannot leave the temple, and you are also recuperating at home, so she has asked me to send a message, inviting you to come and enjoy the chrysanthemums, as a token of her apology."

"I wonder if Nong Nong would like to go and take a look?"

The autumn wind blew by, carrying a faint floral fragrance across her cheek. Lan Nongnong couldn't help but take a deep sniff, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and when she raised her eyes, her gaze was already quietly focused.

The woman waiting eagerly opposite was smiling like a flower, her eyes still as sincere as before, but with a bit more pity.

Lan Nongnong looked away suddenly as if stung, shaking her head gently: "Thank you for your kindness, Sister Yingzi. But I've been feeling tired lately and I really can't do it, so I won't bother you anymore."

"Furthermore, my current illness has nothing to do with Princess Baozhen. In fact, it is I who have implicated the Princess, and I should blame myself and feel ashamed. I will write a letter later, and I would like to trouble Sister Yingzi to help pass it on to the Princess."

Wang Yingzi looked at her and sighed deeply. Her plump cheeks had become thinner, a melancholy lingered between her brows, and a cold, distant air emanated from her. She was a completely different person from before.

However, her straight spine has never bent, her proud character remains, and her pure and transparent heart makes her even more dazzling and eye-catching.

Even without Prime Minister Tan's instructions, she was deeply traumatized by the knowledge that she was ill and the truth, and had no relatives or friends to comfort her. She was alone and helpless, and miserable.

Just because of their friendship and sisterly affection, Wang Yingzi couldn't bear it and insisted on coming to visit.

That man's actions were truly despicable. While the law is strict, it's difficult to control the affairs of men and women. The powerful always act according to their hearts. Furthermore, he was the Minister of the Chancellery, deeply trusted by the imperial family, truly second only to the emperor.

His power was so great that no one could rival it except the current emperor. And to the high-ranking Shangshu Ling, deceiving and accepting a woman was nothing more than a romantic anecdote, not even worth mentioning.

Now that things have come to this, instead of being stubborn in resentment, wasting the friendship between the two sides and causing suffering to oneself, it would be a better solution to just accept the name of the tribute tea bestowed by the imperial palace of the fictitious dynasty.

And they also need to be honest with each other.

The pavilion curtains were half-drawn, blocking out some of the autumn sun. The maids and servants waited quietly at the steps, and the surroundings were quiet and leisurely. Wang Yingzi suddenly spoke softly, "Nong Nong..., do you blame me for not telling you?"

Lan Nongnong suddenly looked up at her and shook her head without hesitation. She tried to curl the corners of her lips, but the smile was forced and stiff. "How could it be? Not to mention that he's incredibly powerful and intentionally concealing something, if I'm right, Sister Yingzi must have been unaware of this when we first met. Otherwise, given my reputation and Sister's personality, she would have avoided me."

"Looking back now, my sister must have only learned the truth when I mentioned my engagement, yet she still repeatedly reminded me to be cautious. Sister Yingzi and I have no relationship, yet she was willing to take the risk and warn me. I'm already grateful enough, so how could I be so ungrateful as to harbor resentment?"

Lan Nongnong has always been clear about right and wrong. Even when everyone around her concealed the truth from her, she didn't resent or vent her anger. Self-interest is the norm in the world, and in this feudal era with strict hierarchy and no human rights, how could a servant dare to go against his master's wishes?

If you dare to disobey, you will not just receive a light reprimand, but severe punishment, or even lose your life.

He was a powerful figure, and those below him were no different from servants. She had always known who to blame.

As she thought this in her heart, her eyes became clear and bright.

Wang Yingzi watched, her heart pounding. Everyone harbors selfish desires, and when faced with a difficult situation, it's inevitable that they'll look down upon others and vent their anger. She asked herself: if they were in each other's shoes, even if she knew the other person was unable to reveal the truth due to power, she would inevitably harbor resentment.

Although her eyes are bright, her tone of voice is sincere, which allows people to see an equally clear and open heart from her round eyes.

Even through drastic changes, illness, and physical and mental suffering, his nature remained unchanged. Staring at him for a long time made one feel filthy and ashamed.

In terms of open-mindedness, I am not as good as him.

It is a taboo to talk about deep things with someone you have just met, but her character is truly rare. Because of this appreciation, Wang Yingzi could no longer stand by and watch.

"Nong Nong has no grudge against me and treats me like a sister. I will be generous today. I wonder if Nong Nong is willing to listen to me?"

Lan Nongnong's eyes flickered slightly, and she gently held her hand with her backhand, nodding and saying, "Sister Yingzi's words have benefited me a lot. Sister, just speak your mind, there's no need to be arrogant."

"In that case, I will speak frankly."

Wang Yingzi tightened his fingertips slightly, and stared at her with heroic eyes: "Is Nong Nong unwilling in your heart?"

The person in front of her didn't need to say anything. Just a flash of disgust in her eyes and the sudden curling of her fingers had already revealed her feelings.

"Lord Ling Gong, are you unwilling to let go?"

Lan Nongnong curled her fingertips, pursed her lips, and nodded slightly.

Wang Yingzi sighed inwardly, as expected, but then asked again, "Now that things have come to this, Nongnong, what are your plans?"

Since then, I have left him far away and cut off all ties with him. We have no further connection from now on!

Lan Nongnong answered without hesitation, but a self-deprecating sneer appeared on her face. "I am now helpless, trapped like a bird in a cage. Even if I have a thousand plans, it's all in vain."

"That being said, everyone has their own way of living. Is Nong Nong going to be haunted by this for the rest of her life? Will she be forever without joy and happiness, and live in misery?"

Before she could object, Wang Yingzi continued, "I'm not here to speak for the Minister of the Chancellery. It's because Nong Nong and I hit it off right away, and I can't bear to see you wasting your time and hurting yourself over this matter. I don't know the details of your past, but since Nong Nong is willing to travel thousands of miles from Yuqing to come here, she must have been very happy. And since she's willing to come here, it must be because she believes in someone worthy of her trust."

"Nong Nong once said that she was about to get engaged. I imagine that if you hadn't accidentally discovered the truth, Shang Shu Ling would have wanted to marry you under a false identity. This would have been a marriage fraud, despised by the world. But on second thought, isn't this also part of his intentions towards you?"

Seeing her eyes widen, as if she was about to refute, Wang Yingzi held her hand tightly and said repeatedly: "Identity may be fake, but intentions are hard to disguise. It is obvious that the name Yao Jing is not in vain. Since the beginning of his landing, the capital has laid a solid foundation for his family background. Everything is real in this world."

"As the Minister of the Chancellery, he could have simply accepted you into his palace. Why would he have gone to such lengths to create a fake? While it's certainly easy for him to do with his power, the effort and care he put into it was truly sincere—"

"But he's married!"

Lan Nongnong suddenly interrupted her with a resolute look and eyes as sharp as blades.

"Although I don't have a distinguished family background, I live a clean and honest life! I would never debase myself by destroying another's family, nor would I willingly degenerate into becoming someone else's concubine or mistress! To pass off a falsehood as the real thing is ultimately illusory! Who in the world doesn't know his true name and noble status? This kind of deception, this so-called affection, is nothing but a trick to deceive others and oneself!"

Lan Nongnong knew that her original intention was good, but she really couldn't help but talk about his heinous deeds, avoiding the important issues and confusing right and wrong!

In addition, she had been depressed for a long time and was too depressed. She also wanted to take this opportunity to talk to someone and vent her anger.

After the anger in her chest had subsided a little, she hurriedly blamed herself and said, "Sister Yingzi meant well, but I lost my composure in the moment. Please don't blame me."

Seeing her restraint and forbearance, Wang Yingzi felt only pity in her heart, and she also understood the crux of her problem.

Many people in the world admire wealth and fame, and crave to be superior to others. They are willing to sacrifice their integrity to become the best. However, there are also some who value integrity and pride more and are unwilling to bow to the powerful.

And Nong Nong is obviously the latter.

Besides, she and Nong Nong had a good relationship, wasn't it because of the other's calm and composed demeanor, neither humble nor overbearing? Just like the barberry, with its thorny branches and stems, it both frightens others and protects itself, so it blooms proudly and unfurls, standing tall and self-sufficient.

Perhaps it was precisely this uniqueness and brilliance that made the Shangshu Ling, who was sought after by all women in the world but unattainable, go to great lengths to pick her up and hide her firmly in his palm, even at the cost of deception.

"Nong Nong, with her true nature, has been forced into this situation. She's understandably angry. However, dwelling on her feelings for too long will ultimately be futile. The Shangshu Ling is at the peak of his power, and he's determined to capture Nong Nong. Now that things have come to this, with no chance of recovery, why not try to let go?"

"That Hibiscus Jade is so rare in the world that even the royal family and noble ladies could not obtain it. Yet, it was given to Nong Nong as a pendant. Judging by deeds, not by heart, if I didn't hold you dearly in my heart, how could I miss you so much as to give you this?"

"Besides, weren't you two already in love? Deep grudges run deep, and you may find this unbearable, but you and I both know things have come to this. If you truly can't resolve the past, why not put it aside for now and think more about your own well-being? A day of suffering is a day of comfort and joy."

"As for the wife that Nong Nong cares about, you may not know that although Shang Shu Ling is married, it was actually to comply with the royal family's urging, and I have never heard of a harmonious marriage between husband and wife. In this world, men, regardless of whether they are powerful or common, are fickle and have three wives and four concubines. As a woman, I also deeply detest this kind of behavior. However, your talk of destroying the family is just taking on a heavy burden. There is no need to be so self-deprecating."

"Nong Nong is intelligent and insightful, and he understands the logic behind this. However, being caught in a situation like this, it's inevitable that one might be blinded by some things, which is why I've said these few words. Nong Nong doesn't have to make a decision right away, but consider it carefully."

Having said that, no matter what his reasons for marrying a wife, he should take responsibility for marrying her. How can he clear himself of all charges and feel at ease betraying his marriage simply by saying he was forced to do so?

Lan Nongnong knew that times had changed, and she shouldn't use the postmodern values ​​of marriage to demand a man who legalized concubinage and viewed marriage as unnecessary. However, her upbringing and values ​​couldn't force her to accept something she absolutely couldn't agree with.

She didn't believe in the three obediences and four virtues, nor did she feel that she had lost her chastity and had to rely on him for the rest of her life just because she had had physical contact with him.

Not to mention that they are not married now, even if they have to get married in the future, she will never compromise and accept her fate!

Some things should be left as they are. Wang Yingzi didn't stay any longer, saying they would meet often in the future, and then she stood up to say goodbye. After seeing her off, Lan Nongnong returned to the waterside pavilion and sat quietly, gazing at the lake with her brows lowered and her eyes downcast, without saying a word.

*

At 3:00 PM, Qin Jingyao returned to the mansion, accompanied by his butler. As usual, he first reported the mansion's mistress's day's itinerary in detail, and only after the mistress waved her hand did he and his servants respectfully withdraw.

The sun was still high, illuminating the vast mansion. The garden stretched out to the lakeside pavilion, where flowers blossomed in profusion, a riot of color. The lake shimmered, like a pool of shimmering jade and flowing gold.

Inside the waterside pavilion, a woman sat alone, leaning against the railing. She wore a pale blue dress, elegant as a lotus. Her dark hair was tied into a braid, reaching down to her waist. She didn't wear her hair in a bun, but instead used a few jade-inlaid glass hairpins to loosely pin her hair. This accentuated her flawless jade-like profile and her delicate bone structure.

The sunlight fell brightly, and her face was clear and transparent, without any cover or shielding, as if she had been transformed from a lotus in the lake.

The beauty sitting alone is like a painting.

Qin Jingyao stood in front of the pavilion and gazed quietly, then asked his servants to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, then he put on his clothes and walked into the pavilion.

"The housekeeper said that Madam Fu came to visit you today. What did you talk about? Was it pleasant?"

Suddenly, her waist tightened, and she was pulled back into a scorching embrace. A smiling breath brushed across her neck, and Lan Nongnong's entire body stiffened, her hair standing on end.

She didn't turn around, but frowned impatiently and said, "We've never avoided each other when we talk. How could you not know what we said? Why bother asking when you already know the answer? It's unnecessary."

"Oh,"

His long arms went around her shoulders, his fingertips gripping her resisting jaw, and with a gentle twist, he forced her to face him. In an instant, they were so close together, their breaths tangling.

Qin Jingyao looked down at her. She had a cold face, her round eyes slightly open, her tightly pursed lips and her suddenly rapidly rising and falling features revealed the vibrant vitality in her body that never cooled and never compromised.

His thin lips curled up in pleasure, and he leaned down, nuzzling the tip of his nose against her soft, delicate nose. The touch of skin against skin was so smooth and tender that it fluttered people's hearts.

"The chrysanthemum garden of Renwangfu is famous far and wide and is truly worth a visit. You've been cooped up in the mansion since your illness, so I'm inviting you to enjoy it all by yourself. Just think of it as a way to relax and unwind."

Lan Nongnong's body was imprisoned forward by him, and her head was forced to twist backward. Her whole body was like a bow that was pulled backward, stretched between humiliation and discomfort.

He was very close to her, and when he opened his lips to speak, his breath and lips touched her cheek. It didn't feel like a pecking kiss but more like an insect bite, making her tremble all over and unbearable.

Unable to break free, she simply turned around, tilted her head back, and raised her hand to block the way between them. Even though she didn't want to look at him, to prevent him from making trouble again, she had to suppress her impatience and stare at him, saying in a sullen tone, "I'm not in the mood. I don't want to go."

It was clear that her expression and tone showed impatience, but Qin Jingyao's eyes lit up slightly, and a slight tingling sensation appeared on his back.

Perhaps no one in the world understood her character better than he did. She had a clear distinction between love and hate, and never went against her heart. Only when one's heart was as dead as ashes could one be powerless to change the situation. Just like a few days ago, she had resisted with resentment until her heart had turned cold and emotionless.

Because of this, she was willing to speak her mind at this moment, even if her impatience was not well hidden, it seemed particularly precious.

"Well, I'm trying to please you. If I go against my will, I'll be putting the cart before the horse. If you don't want to go, then don't go. It's up to you what you want."

Lan Nongnong just sneered in her heart and did not respond.

Qin Jingyao didn't care and took her into his arms. Seeing that the dimple on her cheek was no longer visible, he turned to caress her soft earlobe, which had taken off the earrings, and talked about the past that always stirred her mood.

Even if there is no response, it seems to be enjoyable.

After the servants brought the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, laying everything out, he gently placed her down, then stood up and walked over to the table, facing her. He raised his phoenix eyes for a moment, observing her frown and a hint of doubt. He smiled and said softly, "It's been a while since I've painted. Now is a rare moment of leisure, and the scenery is beautiful, perfect for painting."

Her appearance and demeanor were already deeply engraved in his mind. As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, gathered his sleeves, and began to write. In just a moment, the image of a beautiful woman, sitting alone, leaning against a railing, pure and unadorned, appeared on the rice paper.

Lan Nongnong stared at the painting for a few moments, then looked away, gazing at the lotus pods in the lake, letting her thoughts sink into the depths of the blue water. It was unknown how long it had been before he called her back to her senses.

Qin Jingyao smiled and said, "Come and take a look."

Lan Nongnong blinked, pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then slowly loosened her grip on the railing, stood up and walked towards him.

As he watched her approach, the smile in Qin Jingyao's eyes deepened. Noticing that she seemed about to stop, he took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and gently embraced her by his side, turning the drawing paper towards her with one hand.

In the painting, a woman in a blue-white dress is sitting alone by the railing, as if she hears someone calling her. She suddenly turns around, her bright eyes sparkling, her red lips slightly parted, her face filled with surprise, but the painter has drawn a faint arc at the corners of her eyes and lips.

The spirit flows and leaps onto the paper, as if the eyes are about to curve and the lips are raised in a sweet smile.

The face of the person in the painting was clearly her own, but Lan Nongnong felt dazed as she looked at the portrait. She hadn't looked back just now, and she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so full of energy.

Seeing her dazed and fragile expression, Qin Jingyao's heart moved slightly. Taking advantage of this moment of tenderness, he gently took her into his arms. He leaned over and held her slightly cold right hand, dipped the brush in ink, and slowly wrote on the right side of the painting.

"In the early autumn of the 32nd year of Chengping, I painted your image at the Tinghe Waterside Pavilion. When you look back, everything becomes dim. - Jing Yao."

"When we climbed Mount Wangxian together, Nongnong once said that any future paintings I would make for you would be signed in this way. I will remember every word you said."

"I have been painting for many years, but I have only picked up the brush for Nong Nong, and this will remain the case for the rest of my life."

Qin Jingyao held her hand and gently put down the pen. He slowly turned her around, put one arm around her slender waist, and gently lifted her cheek with the other hand. He leaned forward, his eyes fixed deeply into hers: "A thousand mistakes are all my fault. I only ask that Master Nong Nong be magnanimous and forgive me this time. Please smile again, okay?"

Lan Nongnong was forced to accept his apology and plea for reconciliation, feeling a sharp pain in her heart, even more like a burning fire. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her eyes sore and her throat tight as if filled with cotton wool. It took a long time for her to breathe.

She raised her hand and grasped the hand he was caressing on her cheek, squeezing her knuckles until the blood faded completely. A chill rose from her fingertips, almost permeating her entire body. Suddenly, he turned his hand and wrapped her fingers tightly around hers. His burning body temperature surged over like a tide, dispelling the coldness that had not yet spread.

In an instant, warmth surrounded me, as if spring had returned.

Lan Nongnong suddenly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyelashes drooped, refusing to meet his gaze. After a long moment, her throat moved slightly, and her tightly pursed lips finally loosened.

It is a compromise that is unwilling but ultimately powerless to struggle against.

"Our marriage is already settled, and even my aunts know about it. You've planned every step carefully, leaving me with no way out. Now that things have come to this, what else can I do..."

The voice gradually became lower and finally became a whisper.

She choked with sobs, hot tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes, as if falling into Qin Jingyao's throat and heart, burning like flames, but also like drinking fine wine. Although he felt heartbroken, his chest was filled with the satisfaction and excitement of having gotten what he wanted.

Ever since the two of them had finally revealed their true intentions, she had remained stubborn and resolute, even stronger than a rock. Even when he found her weak spot, she never gave in.

At this moment, even though her words and expression still held reluctance, her stubborn streak finally softened. The petite figure shed her sharp edge, leaving only a gentle warmth, like a newly blossoming heart, trembling timidly.

"Silly Nong Nong, don't cry. How can there be no way out? From now on, all your paths will lead to the same destination as mine."

Qin Jingyao cupped her face and lovingly kissed away her endless tears. As she froze, breathless, he lowered his gaze to gaze deeply at her, his lips slowly brushing across the tip of her nose before continuing downward. She took a deep breath, unconsciously pursing her lips, as if in a naive invitation. A smile flickered in his eyes, like a long-dormant beast finally waiting for its prey to fall into his trap. Without hesitation, he grasped those two soft petals in his mouth.

"Hmm--"

The sky was vast, the lake shimmering with emerald green. Occasionally, a red carp leaped from the water, its scales gleaming in a fleeting glint. Moist vapor, carrying the delicate fragrance of lotus flowers, drifted leisurely in the wind.

From deep within the waterside pavilion, one could occasionally hear a woman's unbearable, muffled breathing, as fragmented as an oriole's cry.

*

The sky was turning pale, the autumn sun was rising, and the faint morning light quietly spread over the thousand-hectare Kyoto.

In the 108 streets and alleys, the silence was quietly broken only by the civil and military officials who got up early to attend court, the clerks who hurried on, and the people who were busy making a living.

The road from the Yao residence to the Imperial Palace was solemn and silent, with only the crisp sound of horse hooves echoing. Qin Jingyao closed his eyes and sighed softly, but his heart was still filled with the tender warmth caused by her. He had just parted with her, and he was already thinking about her like crazy.

His right hand, resting on his knee, moved slightly, then slowly clenched into a fist, and then he touched the jade piece on his left wrist that was engraved with her name. The cool touch on his fingertips was like a spring of sweet water, and his restless heart gradually calmed down, like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

Thinking about how she was clearly sleepy but had to keep a straight face and act righteous, Qin Jingyao couldn't help but feel his chest tremble slightly and chuckled.

Princess Baozhen first spoke without restraint, then failed to govern strictly, and allowed her animals to hurt people. Now she is only punished to reflect on her mistakes in the temple, which is already a great pardon.

She was the only one, pure and kind, who always returned evil with kindness. When Princess Baozhen nearly ruined his plans, she didn't mention a word. She also completely forgot the unbearable pain she felt from her excessive favor.

She only remembers the good things about people and doesn't bear grudges. She keeps saying that she shouldn't vent her anger or blame others, but should thank them for helping her see the truth. She even insists on going to express her gratitude in person.

A light tap of his slender fingers. That was all. Since this was her intention, he would naturally do her a favor.

"Tongze."

"I'm here!"

Tongze's calm response immediately came from outside the car window, following him like a shadow, waiting for instructions.

"Sending this letter to Prince Ren's Mansion, the princess sincerely admits her faults, which is a great kindness. I hope that after returning home, she will always reflect on herself and practice virtue."

"yes!"

"Which one did she see?"

Tongze felt his scalp tingling when he heard this. That day, Miss Lan did not avoid others when she listed the conditions one by one. He and Biyu and other attendants were fortunate enough to listen to the whole process.

The master was in a bad mood, so the servants naturally became more cautious.

Ever since Miss Lan learned of the master's true identity, she remained calm and composed, and everyone in the mansion understood that this future mistress was no ordinary woman.

However, her wild and endless requests still made the servants look at each other in dismay.

What is even more confusing is that the adults are not annoyed or rejecting, but indulge and dote on him, with a look of happy joy on their faces.

You must know that no one in the world, from the emperor to the ladies of the palace, has ever investigated the Master's details in this way. And yet, the Master is willing to lay everything before her one by one. Even a small part of it is enough to shock and tremble.

Tongze's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and replied, "My Lord, yesterday, the young lady was inspecting the shops and farms in the twenty-six districts of West City one by one. As per your instructions, the two teams of guards have also reported to you."

Qin Jingyao gently stroked the incisions on the jade piece with his fingertips and said slowly, "Put the shop and farm in Lingzhou City in order and send them over together."

"...yes!"

*

The shimmering hibiscus jade is meticulously carved into the shape of a lily of the valley, transformed into a hairpin swaying in her cloud-like hair, a step-shaking ornament lightly touching her black hair, earrings drooping down her cheeks, a jade bracelet encircling her wrist, a ring tying her slender fingers, a jade pendant hanging lightly from her waist, her whole body shimmering with jade light, like a dream.

Her face was rosy, her complexion translucent, and she wore a dress, white on the inside and pink on the outside, a garment specially worn by the capital's elite. Its texture was smooth, impervious to dust. As her skirt fluttered, pale pink floral patterns appeared, layer upon layer, as if woven from the springtime.

Beams of light shine through the gaps in the banyan leaves, and the jade pendant and cloud dress shine brightly. They are bright and vivid but not eye-catching. Instead, they complement the elegant temperament of the woman, making her look even more beautiful and ethereal, and naturally graceful.

Princess Baozhen studied her carefully, her gaze finally resting on those calm, bright eyes. The shock and pain of that day, like the once shocking red scar on her neck, had now vanished without a trace, impossible to find.

Lan Nongnong seemed oblivious to the scrutiny she was receiving. Her expression was solemn and her words were sincere: "I have come here today to apologize for causing the princess innocent suffering and fright. Secondly, I want to thank the princess for clearing up my doubts, allowing me to see the truth and no longer be deceived."

"It's just that the princess is of noble status and has everything, and I don't know how to repay her. If the princess doesn't mind, I am willing to do everything in my power to repay her."

After she finished speaking, she bowed her head and performed the most formal thank you gesture at the time.

In the reflection room, the servants stood by with their heads bowed. Princess Baozhen had not expected such a sudden gesture of respect and was genuinely startled.

Logically, one of them was a royal relative, a noble and distinguished woman, while the other was born into a common family, and was a concubine for unknown reasons, as humble as duckweed in the wind or a feather in autumn. The difference in their status was as great as heaven and earth.

Not to mention that she just bowed her head, even if she performed the great ceremony of prostrating herself, as Princess Baozhen, she should have looked down upon him and ignored him.

However, in the face of power, even the most noble of statuses must yield. Although she came from an ordinary background, the man behind her was extremely powerful.

In terms of kinship, both were related to the royal family. However, in terms of power, he was the Minister of State, in charge of the government and making decisions on state affairs. While Ren Wangfu was a noble of a higher rank, he had no right to participate in politics.

As the princess of a royal palace, she wasn't even qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as him. If we were to talk about closeness to the emperor, comparing a member of a royal palace to the emperor's right-hand man was nothing but humiliation.

It is obvious which is lighter and which is heavier.

It is said that one still has some face in front of the prime minister, let alone her, who is placed at the top of the prime minister's heart. Even if she suffers the humiliation of being slapped in the face, she is still comforted by his gentle smile.

Moreover, she was now confined here precisely because of the previous incident where she had carelessly triggered her illness. Even if Princess Baozhen was arrogant, she would never repeat the same mistake.

only--

Princess Baozhen waved her hand to dismiss the attendants and personally stepped forward to help her up. There was surprise and emotion in her eyes, but a smile appeared on her lips. She was able to bend and stretch, distinguish right from wrong, dare to act and take responsibility, and was grateful for the kindness she received. She even dared to slap the Shangshu Ling of the dynasty.

Would a woman with this kind of personality swallow her anger and submit willingly?

"Miss Lan, there's no need for this, and even less need for thanks. I'm a straightforward princess, never minding the opinions of others. Although it was an unintentional mistake, it caused you innocent suffering, and I don't bother to argue. Since you've been ill and suffering, I've also entered the temple to reflect on my mistakes. So, we're even now."

Ordinary favored people would inevitably feel resentful when punished for no reason. But she, a member of the royal family, had lived a life of luxury since childhood, yet now she was expelled from the palace for reflection and even faced criticism for her moral failings. Yet, her appearance remained dignified, her grace undiminished, and there was no trace of dejection in her features.

Such an open-minded attitude is truly admirable.

Princess Baozhen was tall, with Lan Nongnong only reaching the tip of her nose. When she looked up at her, she suddenly smiled, with a dimple appearing on her left cheek, looking incredibly sweet and pretty.

"Your Highness's generosity is admirable. If I continue to decline, I'll seem petty. How about tea instead of wine, and let's put aside our differences with a smile?"

Princess Baozhen's eyes passed over her dimples, and her eyebrows suddenly raised. Over the years, those who interacted with her either flattered her, or fawned over her, or pretended to be noble, or even praised her in public but ridiculed her in private, all of them coming for her status and position.

At this moment, she is the first one who is not concerned about fame and fortune, has no selfish motives, and treats others with sincerity.

As the summer heat gradually recedes, the windows and porch are flung wide open to dispel the lingering heat. An ice jar stands in the corner, lending a gentle coolness. On the flower table, rare flowers bloom, their delicate fragrance lingering in the air. Here, I feel a sense of comfort and delight, the summer heat dissipating.

Princess Baozhen gazed at her, suddenly feeling a warmth spreading through her heart, her palms numb. Unconsciously, she reached back and grabbed her, walking a few steps to the center of the hall. They sat down across a three-foot-wide rosewood table. She tilted her head and raised her voice, "Bring me the Jade Dew from the Jade Terrace."

The maid bowed and agreed, then quickly walked into the side room. Seeing the famous teas displayed on the wooden shelf, she carefully took the jade pot of imperial tribute tea with both hands and quickly walked out.

The other maids presented rosewood tea sets in due time. The purple clay teapot was filled with spring water from the mountain stream in the early morning, and the teacups were celadon porcelain specially tributed to the court, with pink and white peonies painted on the glaze, which complemented each other with elegance and luxury.

Use tweezers to put the tea into the container, lean sideways, and pick up the pot to pour water.

The sound of gurgling water, curling white mist, and the sudden aroma of tea, a pure and elegant tea with a domineering aura, filled the room in an instant. The tea was then served to the host and guest, cooling its heat with an ice tray.

The fragrance is so strong that it feels like the sky has just cleared after rain. In the distance, you can hear faint Buddhist chants, like mist and gauze, which wash away all worldly worries in the hazy state, leaving your heart and soul clean and your mind clear.

Lan Nongnong picked up the teacup, her features brightening and clearing in the misty heat. She looked up and met the gaze of the other person, who was also holding a cup.

The two of them raised their cups at the same time, smiled at each other, and all their past grudges melted away in the fragrance and mist of tea.

*

Princess Baozhen may appear innocent and arrogant, but she actually harbors a clear conscience. Due to her noble status, she disdains flattery and is intolerant of injustice. Her blunt and sharp words often unintentionally offend others.

Therefore, although everyone respects his status, most people dare not get close to him easily.

In this world, those who curry favor with the powerful are as numerous as the fish in the river, coming and going constantly. But Princess Baozhen treats them as nothing, neither greeting them when they come nor seeing them off when they leave, always remaining calm and at ease.

A cup of tea cleared the air, and the initial awkwardness and politeness between them gradually faded. They first chatted about their hobbies, then about what they'd seen and heard. She recounted interesting stories from the streets of the city, telling of things she didn't need to hide from others at a banquet hosted by a prominent family.

Because they were frank with each other and treated each other sincerely, half a day passed and they were talking and laughing freely like old friends, talking about everything.

At noon, someone from the Prince Ren Palace came to report that the princess had prayed devoutly for the princess, and her filial piety moved heaven. Now that her merits were fulfilled, the princess was specially invited back to the palace.

People of the time valued reputation above all else, and revered filial piety. Once this high-sounding excuse was made public, everyone praised Princess Baozhen's filial piety, which moved heaven. In just a few days, the stigma of offending the Minister of the Chancellery and being forced to retreat to a temple to reflect on her sins was transformed into a story of praying for her mother and moving heaven with filial piety, further bolstering her reputation.

This method of turning hostility into friendship, in a single move, can turn adversity around and turn stigma into reputation. The two parties involved are well aware of the key.

Although Princess Baozhen was still surrounded by maids and lived lavishly in the temple, she was forced to remain there far from her heart. While the outside world was nice, it couldn't compare to the freedom of home. Now that she was freed from confinement, Lan Nongnong was genuinely happy for her.

Since the other party had offered her a way out and given her enough face, Princess Baozhen naturally appreciated it. However, her luggage was too heavy to pack up immediately.

Since she was staying here under the guise of praying for blessings, she had to see it through to the end. Most of the pilgrims to Da Baoen Temple were high-ranking officials and dignitaries, so she had to go to the main hall in person to burn incense and pay her respects.

Since they wanted to make a good scene, they had to do it perfectly. Therefore, the two of them did not leave together.

Now that this matter is over, only her own worries remain to be resolved.

*

When Lan Nongnong arrived, the morning sun was just beginning to break, and when she returned, the sun was already high in the sky. The bright sun shone upon everything, and the world was filled with a bright and clear light.

Lan Nongnong, wearing a veil hat, walked slowly down the long and wide Buddhist steps paved with huge stones.

Biyu, Biluo, and several guards followed silently behind. Compared to the pilgrims who climbed the stairs sporadically, either alone or in groups of two or three, her group was quite impressive.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm that no one could see.

The letter from the aunts arrived yesterday. According to the itinerary, we should be able to return to the nunnery tomorrow.

There is also Biluo. This time she came to Beijing with her aunts. Although she claimed that everything was fine in Yuqing and she had no scars on her body, Lan Nongnong knew in her heart that everyone in Yuqing Villa was implicated because of her, and no one was spared, whether it was light or serious.

The lessons of the past are still before our eyes. We must never repeat the same mistakes and harm innocent people.

She is not a saint, but she cannot afford the heavy price others have to pay because of her.

*

The woman was a delicate person, and she had always been spoiled and annoying. This time, she was forced to compromise because he had caught her by force. How could Qin Jingyao not know the reluctance and powerlessness in her heart?

He originally thought that even if he reluctantly gave in, he would still have to argue with him for a few days, and he was even prepared to endure her cold face.

But she was unexpected. When they met again the next day, although her words and expression were still stiff, she finally looked up at him and talked to him, and the coldness in her eyes quietly melted away.

Although Qin Jingyao was delighted, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

She is a very intelligent and brilliant woman, otherwise how could she dare to live alone and lead a rich and leisurely life?

It was just that I was temporarily blocked by emotions and was accidentally taken advantage of by his clever scheme.

She saw that he was doubtful, so she spoke frankly.

She said her previous confrontation wasn't due to a lack of clarity about the situation, but rather a deep resentment, a belief that there was a way out, and so she refused to yield. Now, having considered everything and still unable to find a solution, she decided to accept the situation calmly rather than becoming trapped and trapped.

She said that she was in her prime and had a promising future. How could she blame others and become depressed because of a temporary setback? Even if there were difficulties, she should move forward calmly.

She said that since she had already made concessions, further coyness would be hypocritical. She just needed to establish ten rules—no, far more than just three. In her words, he was in the wrong first, and therefore had no right to refute. He had bullied her, pressured her, and left her heartbroken. Only then could he make amends twice as much as she deserved, to offer some solace for her suffering.

Therefore, no matter what request she made, it was his responsibility to accept it willingly and without complaint.

She said that since he had promised never to deceive her in the future, even if she had no choice, she was willing to take a gamble and trust him again. But she wanted him to be completely honest with her, including his name, courtesy name, family background, official position, wealth, close associates, old and new friends.

Everything she knew and didn't know, everything she should know and shouldn't know, must be made known to the public, and nothing will be hidden from her from now on.

She made it clear that the feud between them must not involve anyone else, especially not using her aunts as hostages. If he resorted to the same tactics again, she would perish with him, even if it meant destroying herself and him.

She also made many demands that went against the current rules for being a wife, and insisted on making a written document and having him sign it as proof.

Qin Jingyao had thought he knew her temperament well, but now he realized she had been hiding her edge. Only when she fully displayed her intelligence and sharpness did she truly shine and dazzle.

Only with such a character and courage could one take the initiative to express love and come to her from thousands of miles away. Moreover, he was willing to accept those "unfair promises" and smile.

......

A roughly carved jade piece, tightly wrapped with luxurious gold threads, its edges and corners meticulously polished by the craftsman, felt soft to the touch. A bony hand gripped it tightly, yet bright red blood oozed from between its fingers, silently soaking into the dark robe.

The moon shone like a silver thread, casting a clear light on the surface of the water. The rapids that had been rushing upstream had gradually calmed down, without any waves.

The firelight was dim, and Qin Jingyao lowered his head slightly, his face as cold and pale as frost. He suddenly raised his eyes, his thick black eyebrows sharp and intimidating, and his eyes were cold and murderous like a cold blade drawn from its sheath, with a bloodthirsty aura rushing towards him.