The news that the Pei family would come to propose marriage was not only informed to Jiang Shiyuan in advance, but also to Concubine Jiang and the entire Jiang Mansion in advance.

Since Jiang Shiyuan's parents were not willing to leave, Nanny Qin took on all the responsibilities. She ordered people to clean and decorate the general's mansion early in the morning and prepare all kinds of tea, fruits and snacks.

"The old lady of Marquis Wende is highly respected. Speaking of which, it was the old lady of Marquis Wende who introduced our imperial concubine and the emperor back then. It was really thoughtful of Ms. Pei to invite her here." When Nanny Qin talked about this marriage, she was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.

"It's not just the old lady of Wendehou. I saw the list of betrothal gifts sent by the Pei family. That's really thoughtful."

"Shops, farms, cloth, gold and silver, jewelry and antiques, and the list of betrothal gifts—"

Hongdou nudged Jiang Shiyuan who was standing beside him and pointed out, "It's even longer than the family rule."

"Sister, you are going to make a fortune!"

Jiang Shiyuan was amused. The generous list made her happy, but she also felt burdened.

The burden is incurred because of the inability to respond in kind.

Pei Taifu gave her too much.

Jiang Shiyuan even worried that she would not be able to be Pei Che's wife, even if it was just a marriage in name only.

"Alright, alright, the time is almost up. Hongdou, you go watch the door, Qingliu, you go watch the tea room, and someone else go to the kitchen to see if the snacks are ready..."

Nanny Qin once again warned, "Today is Miss Xiao's birthday. There must be no mistakes. If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame me for turning my face against you."

"Yes, Ma'am, don't worry, nothing will go wrong." The people below responded one after another.

Everyone was busy, except Jiang Shiyuan, who was sitting in his room with nothing to do, not knowing what to do.

I feel anxious, a little nervous, and a little dazed.

These past few days have seemed like a dream, with everything feeling unreal.

Jiang Shiyuan was in a daze when a servant's voice suddenly sounded outside the door:

"Sister Xiao, the prince of Wenyuan Marquis's Mansion sent a letter."

…

At a busy street corner, a festive group of people walked slowly, attracting many eyes from passers-by.

Pei Ziye kicked his horse and caught up with the carriage in front. With dark circles under his eyes, he called out pitifully, "Uncle Xiao."

The carriage curtain did not move, and a cold voice came from inside: "Have you caught them all?"

Pei Ziye pulled out a stack of amulets from his arms, and said with tears in his eyes: "We still need a few more."

Yesterday he was reminiscing about the past with someone and was about to invite them to go boating and horse racing together when Uncle 께 suddenly called him back.

Someone had reported to his uncle that he was reselling his uncle's calligraphy as amulets. He had to stay awake all night, running around the city to get the things back one by one.

Not only did he lose all his money, but he was almost exhausted to death.

The point is, with so many sold, how can he get every one of them back?

"Uncle, I have carefully read every one of those calligraphy works. They are all insignificant poems, and I have split them into countless copies. I am not doing this to make money. I just want to help those people. You don't know how much they admire you. Scholars regard you as a role model. They regard your calligraphy as the strongest spiritual sustenance." Pei Ziye tried to explain.

"Uncle Xiao, can you bear to destroy the spiritual light of a hard-working and enterprising person like this?"

Pei Ziye begged for mercy. He had been running all night and was almost dying. He didn't want to run around anymore.

No matter how hard he talked, no one in the carriage responded.

Until he muttered casually: "I promised to help Auntie find someone, where is the time..."

"Who are you looking for?" The man in the carriage finally spoke up.

Pei Ziye's eyes lit up, he chuckled, and said to the car window: "Didn't Sister Jiang tell Uncle Xiao? She really likes the storybook Uncle Xiao gave her, and she wants to meet the author of the storybook, so she asked me to help find it."

"Found it?"

Pei Ziye had never seen his uncle so concerned about such mundane matters, and he stared in surprise.

"We did find him, but he wouldn't let us go, not even to see him."

The voice in the carriage hesitated for a while and said, "Let Yu Liang help you with this matter."

Pei Ziye was shocked again.

Yu Liang, Uncle Xiao's most capable subordinate.

He had asked for the person many times before but failed to get him. Now, Uncle Xiao actually gave him the person without saying anything.

Tsk tsk tsk——

Sure enough, what grandma said was absolutely right, Uncle Xiao was a - load of goods!

"Then Uncle Xiao, do we need to retrieve those amulets?" Pei Ziye took the opportunity to ask.

"Let's do business first."

"De 늄!"

Pei Ziye felt relieved, as if he had come back to life in an instant.

He said, if I can coax Aunt Xiao well, why should I be afraid that I can't coax Uncle Xiao well?

As they were talking, the team had already arrived at the entrance of Jishui Lane. At this moment, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came -

Pei Ziye looked up and saw a maroon horse not far away, its hooves flying. A young girl sat steadily on the horse's back, holding a whip in one hand, her red dress fluttering in the wind.

Even though Pei Ziye was a horse racer every day, he was stunned when he saw the heroic figure in front of him: "Too pretty. Whose girl is this?"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of Mercedes-Benz was already close. Pei Ziye saw it clearly and exclaimed: "Isn't this Auntie Xiao?"

The curtain on the carriage was pulled up at some point, and the person behind the curtain had deep eyes, watching the figure whizzing past without missing a beat, and then disappearing from his sight without even a moment's pause.

…

Jiang Shiyuan rode his horse straight to the city gate, and after leaving the city, he headed east. An hour later, he arrived at a villa.

The once quiet and peaceful villa is now filled with laughter and the sounds of stringed instruments.

Shen Luchu suddenly had an idea and held a Qushui Liushang party in his villa, inviting all his friends in the capital and the most famous singing and playing group in the capital.

"Is this the famous shape-shifting talisman?" A young man held a yellow paper talisman in his hand and sneered, "It looks no different from an ordinary talisman. Could it be that Master Shen has been deceived?"

The other man laughed and reached out to grab it: "Don't you see who gave this talisman? It was Jiang Shiyuan who knelt down on the long steps and begged for mercy from our Master Shen. Jiang Shiyuan would never lie to Master Shen, would she dare? She wouldn't dare, right, Master Shen?"

Hearing this, everyone looked up at Chen Luchu.

Chen Luchu held the wine glass, his eyebrows and eyes were wanton, and he smiled: "She dare not."

That smile contained the pleasure of being admired, and the satisfaction of having everything under control.

Zhou Jingshen frowned, a little bit dissatisfied, and couldn't help but said: "Lv Chu, don't go too far, Jiang Shiyuan is sincere."

"It depends on her sincerity. She will receive cash. Otherwise, this worthless thing will be despised even if it is given to the servants."

Chen Luchu didn't take it seriously. He raised his hand and threw the empty sachet away as if it were some dirty thing.

When Jiang Shiyuan walked in with a horse whip in hand, he happened to see this scene——

The amulet she gave to Chen Luchu was snatched and torn into two pieces, so she made a sachet with her own hands, but it was thrown to the ground by Chen Luchu himself.