Zhao Moyan entered the courtyard and saw Tian Yu and Fang Jue chatting happily. He approached them with a cold face. Tian Yu's smile instantly froze when she saw Zhao Moyan's icy expression. Fang Jue got up, greeted them, and left. Tian Yu was left with a silly grin, looking at Zhao Moyan and asking, "What's wrong? What happened again?"

"What are you talking about? You seem so happy!" Zhao Moyan asked as he sat down.

"Didn't say anything? Just chatting." Tian Yu didn't understand what was wrong with him, so she just said it casually.

"You and him?! What were you talking about?"

Seeing that Zhao Moyan kept pressing her for answers, Tian Yu rolled her eyes and said, "Hmm?! What do you think of Fang Jue?"

"What do you mean, how about it?"

"It's about what you think of him/her? Whether he/she is a decent person or something like that."

"I don't know, why are you asking?" Zhao Moyan said thoughtfully. He had seen Fang Jue a few times, but he didn't like the way Fang Jue stared at Tian Yu.

"Someone likes Mr. Fang and asked me to inquire about it."

"who?"

"It's a secret! I'll tell you once I've confirmed it."

"Speaking of which, I have something else to discuss with you."

"What is it?" Tian Yu asked curiously.

"I don't think Fang Jue is suitable to be the master of tangyuan. I will send someone to find someone else. What do you think?"

"Not suitable!? What's not suitable? I think it's great, and Tangyuan thinks it's great too, why do we suddenly want to change it?"

Zhao Moyan's eyes darted around, trying to find a reason, but looking at Tian Yu, he didn't know how to say it. Should he say that he didn't like Fang Jue? Wouldn't that make him seem too petty?

"Did you know Fang Jue before? Or do you have a grudge?" Tian Yu asked, seeing Zhao Moyan's evasive answer.

"No, we don't know each other, and we have no grudge against each other."

"Then why change the person? Wasn't he a good teacher?"

"In short, I will find Tangyuan a more suitable husband. Fang Jue is not acceptable!" Zhao Moyan said angrily and left.

Tian Yu was puzzled. What was going on today? Everyone was acting strangely. Tian Yu shook her head and went to Li Xingyun's courtyard, thinking that there was still one person hiding and unwilling to see anyone, who would be even more difficult to deal with.

The next day, Jiang Yuanyuan came again, ostensibly to visit Tian Yu. However, seeing her distracted state, Tian Yu knew perfectly well what was going on. Without beating around the bush, she told her everything she knew about Fang Jue. As for whether they could end up together, Tian Yu couldn't do anything about it, but out of kindness, she was still willing to play matchmaker. So, she invited them to lunch together and spent time chatting and drinking tea, trying to create opportunities for them to be alone. After Tian Yu's obvious actions, everyone in Qinyuan could see that Jiang Yuanyuan had come for Fang Jue.

Xiao Wu finally arrived today, and with his help, Tian Yu felt much more at ease. Yesterday, Tian Yu went to see Li Xingyun, and although he ate something, he still didn't want to go out. Tian Yu had no choice but to stand outside the door and comfort him, saying, "Brother! I've written down all the methods I can think of. If you're willing, you can try them. If it doesn't work, we'll find other ways. As long as you're willing, I will definitely help you stand up!"

The princess was also very diligent, running to Tian Yu's place every day. Anyone who didn't know better would think that she and Tian Yu were competing for Zhao Moyan! But everyone in Qinyuan knew that the princess had no mood to care about the Marquis now. She lingered outside Li Xingyun's room all day, but dared not go up to disturb him. She also became much more haggard.

"Alas! What a sin! What a sin! I've fallen so deeply in love. If this continues, I'll have no choice but to become a nun to atone for my sins!" Tian Yu shook her head and sighed.

Zhao Moyan, who had appeared behind me unnoticed, said softly, "When you can fall deeply in love with me too, I'll be willing to become a monk!"

Hearing the voice, Tian Yu turned around and looked at Zhao Moyan in surprise. Zhao Moyan moved closer and asked, "I don't mind that you are so affectionate towards me too."

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! Your Excellency is joking! Has Your Excellency eaten yet?" Tian Yu was almost choked by this sudden sweet talk and tried to change the subject with a smile.

"I just ate!"

"Would the Marquis like some tea?"

"Need not!"

"That glutinous rice ball seems to miss you."

"I just saw it!"

"I have to go now!" Tian Yu wanted to run away. For some reason, Zhao Moyan had been looking at her so gently and affectionately lately, making her lose her sense of direction.

Zhao Moyan reached out and pulled Tian Yu back into the room, saying, "Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about me more."

"You!? Is the Marquis also feeling unwell?" Tian Yu asked, backing away as Zhao Moyan approached step by step.

"What do you think?!" Zhao Moyan stepped forward and pinned Tian Yu against the table, asking.

"Heh! Heh! I've been practicing my calligraphy lately, do you want to take a look?!" Tian Yu said hurriedly.

"Okay! Let me see!" Zhao Moyan let go of Tian Yu, followed her to the desk, picked up the calligraphy she had written, and examined it carefully.

"How is it!? You've improved, haven't you?" Tian Yu asked cautiously, looking at Zhao Moyan's expression.

Yes!

"Really?!"

“But this place, this place, and this place won’t work,” Zhao Moyan said seriously.

Then he took a calligraphy brush and asked Tian Yu to write it again for him to see. Tian Yu forced a smile and agreed. After she finally finished writing, Zhao Moyan pointed out that her brush technique was wrong here and there, that she was too light in this stroke and too heavy in that stroke. As he spoke, he held Tian Yu's hand and began to teach her stroke by stroke.

Although Tian Yu was extremely unwilling, it was better than doing other things that made her daydream, so she also followed Zhao Moyan's calligraphy practice very seriously.

As the sun set, stray hairs brushed against Tian Yu's cheek. She habitually raised her hand to brush them away. Zhao Moyan, seeing the stray hairs falling, remembered what the guard had said: when the house burned, Tian Yu's hair was singed and much of it cut off. Feeling a pang of heartache, he reached out and gently tucked the stray hairs behind her ear. He felt bad that she had suffered so much without saying a word. He gently pinched her ear. Tian Yu felt a tingling, itchy sensation on her scalp! Holding her calligraphy brush, she turned to Zhao Moyan and said, "Don't..."

Before she could even speak, Zhao Moyan silenced her with a kiss, gently stroking her lips. Tian Yu blinked her beautiful eyes, momentarily forgetting what she was about to do!

Zhao Moyan moved away slightly, rested his head against Tian Yu's head, and whispered, "What were you trying to say just now?"

Tian Yu's mind went blank, and it took her a while to say, "I... I meant, don't touch me there, it's so itchy!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Moyan kissed Tian Yu again, deliberately reaching his hand to touch her ear. Tian Yu gasped and glared at him, but Zhao Moyan ignored her, instead deepening the kiss. Deep down, Tian Yu liked him, but she wasn't Xiao Tian (a nickname for a girl), so how could she explain it to him? Yet, she really liked this gentle Zhao Moyan. She decided to wait a little longer. Letting her succumb to his charms just a little bit should be alright, right?

The brush in my hand fell onto the rice paper, and the black ink spread along the lines, like a peach blossom, a black peach blossom!