Chapter 56
There was no way around it; with Lin Yue'er, that fish eye, as a foil, Shen Qingnian's pearl seemed even more precious.
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Time quickly came to the Flower Festival. The Flower Festival was a major festival in the capital. The entire capital would be very lively that night, and everyone would go to the Flower Festival to enjoy themselves.
That day.
Xiaoju ran into the yard with a happy expression.
Shen Qingnian sat on a recliner in the courtyard, enjoying the cool air. Half a month had passed since the imperial edict of marriage was issued.
The Lin family mansion was raided two days ago, and a lot of bribes were found inside. All in all, it amounted to hundreds of thousands of taels of gold. The Lin family fell into ruin overnight, and Lin Yue'er became the daughter of a disgraced official.
Lin Minxin was ordered to be executed, and the entire Lin family was exiled. The situation in the capital was changing rapidly.
Shen Qingnian and Song Xuan's wedding date was set for six months later, while Shen Zheng was constantly spending money and was so busy that he didn't have time to rest.
Xiaoju ran excitedly to Shen Qingnian's side: "Miss, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived and is waiting in the flower hall. You sent a letter to the palace yesterday, and His Highness came today. It's clear he likes you very much."
These past few days, Song Xuan has been sending things to the Shen residence every day, and he even sent them twice yesterday, which shows how much he likes Shen Qingnian.
Shen Qingnian stood up from the recliner, and Xiaoju helped her back to the room to change into a plain-colored dress. She then put on the pair of red jade earrings and covered her face with a veil before heading towards the flower hall.
Inside the flower hall.
Song Xuan was dressed in a moon-white robe. His face was as white as jade, his brows were full of gentleness, and his deep eyes held a hint of tenderness.
A gentleman is like jade; this is the essence of it.
Song Xuan was usually gentle and refined, but his gentleness was tinged with aloofness and indifference. But at this moment, that aloofness and indifference had transformed into tenderness, drawing people's attention.
Song Xuan sat in the chair and took a sip of jasmine tea. The familiar aroma filled his mouth, making his heart beat a little faster.
He has been very busy with the Lin family's affairs lately, and he has been able to exchange letters with Qing Nian, which has been quite interesting.
However, as time went on, he discovered that letters could not alleviate his longing; in fact, they only intensified it.
When he received Qing Nian's letter yesterday, which expressed his longing for her, he finally couldn't hold back and left the palace today.
The Flower Festival symbolizes lovers, and he wanted to be with his beloved...
However, according to palace etiquette, the two newlyweds could not meet again after their engagement, and could only meet after the wedding. If they met before that, it would be considered unlucky, as it would mean separation.
When Song Xuan arrived, he was a little nervous, afraid that his sudden arrival would displease Qing Nian. But when the steward said that Qing Nian would be here soon, his nervousness was replaced by happiness.
Although he was busy these days, he would often think of Qingnian, wondering what she was doing, what she was thinking, and whether she liked the things he sent her.
For the first time, he realized how magical it could be to fall in love with someone, to put your whole heart into it, and to feel joy and sorrow because of their every move.
When Shen Qingnian, who was wearing a veil, entered the flower hall, Song Xuan, who was sitting in a chair, also looked at her.
The man's gentle eyes brightened, revealing undisguised joy.
The girl was dressed in pure white, and the red jade earrings on her ears were particularly dazzling. Although her face was covered by a light veil, her stunning beauty could not be concealed.
Shen Qingnian walked up to Song Xuan and gave a slight bow:
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