Qin Zhaoyue clung to the windowsill, peered down, then withdrew, winking mischievously.

"Making such a big fuss, Third Sister, are you... thinking about men?"

"Get out of here! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

Qin Zhaowan glared at her irritably and pulled her back a little. "This was specially prepared for you."

Looking out from this carved wooden window on the third floor, the view is excellent, offering a panoramic view of the expansive garden in front.

At this moment, the meticulously maintained lawn, pavilions, and winding corridors were bustling with young men in blue robes and turbans or in fine clothes.

"Almost every eligible, respectable, and unmarried son of an official in the capital received an invitation,"

Qin Zhaowan stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the "scenery" outside the window.

"Here, they're all right there, take your pick."

Of the imperial heirs who have now come of age, only Zhaoyue's marriage remains undecided.

Two days ago, the Queen Mother summoned the sisters and mentioned this matter in her conversation, which led to today's grand flower viewing party.

The flower viewing was a pretext; the real purpose was to find a husband for the sixth sister, who had made outstanding contributions but whose marriage had been delayed.

The Empress Dowager was exceptionally generous this time, covering all the expenses for organizing the flower festival.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoyue raised her slender eyebrows slightly, her tone carrying a hint of amusement:

"Oh, so Third Sister is so concerned about my marriage?"

"It's a rare opportunity. Since we've already invited them, why don't you take a look and see if you find someone you like?"

Qin Zhaoyue did not show any resistance; instead, she nodded thoughtfully.

"Sure, it won't hurt to take a look, but... where's Auntie? Why didn't you call her too?"

Isn't she single too? It's a good opportunity for them to meet and see each other.

"Your Highness!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a slightly anxious low cry came from the shadows in the corner, and then a figure appeared somewhat hastily.

It turned out that Yin Zhe was preoccupied with official duties today, so the responsibility of accompanying and protecting him fell to Dou Zhan.

Upon hearing that Qin Zhaoyue intended to include the deputy commander in the selection process, he panicked and cried out.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

After Dou Zhan appeared, he didn't know what to say and could only stand there awkwardly.

His face flushed red, and he seemed unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

Seeing his embarrassed and hesitant appearance, Qin Zhaoyue looked at him with disdain and scolded him without any politeness:

"I've told you so many times, if you like someone, just go for it."

"If you're useless yourself, don't blame us for worrying and introducing some promising young men to your aunt."

"Your Highness, I..." Dou Zhan's face showed struggle, and his lips moved a few times.

He used to be his boss, and now that he knows his royal status, his feelings for him make him even more hesitant.

"What do you mean, 'you'?" Qin Zhaoyue retorted without any politeness. "Opportunities are earned."

"If you can't hold on to it yourself, don't cry in bed if your aunt is really married off to someone else in the future."

Dou Zhan was choked and speechless, his face turning red and white in turns.

However, after only a moment, he suddenly clenched his fist, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly.

His eyes revealed a resolute determination, as if he had made up his mind.

Princess Qin Zhaowan, the third princess, and Princess Qin Zhaoshu, the fourth princess, exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves that the sixth princess really loved to stir up trouble.

Isn't she afraid that her aunt will find out and cause trouble for her if she keeps teasing her like this?

On second thought, with Xiao Liu's current cultivation level, her aunt might not actually be able to do anything to her, no wonder she was so fearless.

Qin Zhaowan reached out and tugged at Qin Zhaoyue, bringing the topic back on track:

"Alright, alright, take care of your own business first."

Qin Zhaoshu, who was standing to the side, also picked up a booklet from his hand.

"Sixth sister, take a look first, and if there's anything you like, point it out."

This booklet contains fairly detailed records of their resumes, family backgrounds, personalities, and preferences.

Wow! Qin Zhaoyue stared at the thick booklet and couldn't help but gasp.

"Third sister, fourth sister, you two really came prepared."

She shrugged indifferently, "Sure, I can't refuse such hospitality, so I'll take a look first."

With her current eyesight, she could clearly see the faces and figures of the men in the garden downstairs, even from a great distance.

Putting everything else aside, the first hurdle is naturally finding something that catches your eye.

In short, one word: handsome.

Of the hundred or so talented young people in the park, very few truly understood the deeper meaning behind this flower viewing event.

Most people simply thought it was a matchmaking event hosted by the royal family for unmarried men and women in the capital.

There are many such gatherings every year, and families with children of school age will try their best to participate.

Polo clubs, literary gatherings, poetry societies, flower viewing, lake tours, and so on are just different forms.

This gathering, jointly organized by several princes, was simply of a higher standard and attracted more of their sons.

However, those who vaguely know the inside story don't see each other in a very good light.

For example, the outstanding descendants of two ministers who served as regents.

"Lord Pei, how have you been?" Meng Jian clasped his hands in greeting, his voice booming.

Today he was dressed in a dark blue outfit, with a matching brocade robe embroidered with dark silver cloud patterns.

A leather belt around his waist and black boots accentuated his upright and slender figure.

In this slightly chilly late autumn, it appears exceptionally energetic and sharp.

"Commander Meng, it's been a long time." Pei Xueqiao returned the greeting with a cupped hand, his tone indifferent.

He was dressed in a moon-white, wide-sleeved scholar's robe, his garments fluttering in the wind.

The collar and cuffs are embroidered with delicate green bamboo patterns, and a dark blue cloak is draped over it, adding to the refined and elegant temperament of a scholar.

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