Beneath the grape trellis at the prime minister's residence, the scene unfolded like a tranquil and beautiful painting. Sunlight, like a spirit, filtered through the lush green branches, gently casting dappled shadows and weaving dreamlike patterns across the ground. Nianli and Su Qingyao were engrossed in a passionate discussion about the new rouge shade, their delicate and alluring fragrance filling the air.
On the table, a variety of exquisite rouge boxes were neatly arranged, like a dazzling display of multicolored treasures, forming a dazzling canvas. Nian Li's slender, white fingers gently picked up a box of rouge and held it to her eyes, examining it carefully in the sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves. The fine powder resembled delicate snowflakes, shimmering softly and captivatingly under the gentle touch of the sun, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky.
"Qingyao, look at this 'Taoyao Pink'. The color is indeed gorgeous, just like peach blossoms blooming in spring. It's so beautiful that it touches the heart." Nian Li frowned slightly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She shook her head gently and said, "However, after careful consideration, I always feel that it seems to lack that unique charm that can brighten the eyes. It is difficult to stand out among the many rouges."
Su Qingyao pursed her petal-like lips, her eyes focused. She reached out her slender fingers, dabbed a little from another box of rouge, and slowly applied it to the back of her hand. Then, slightly tilting her hand, she carefully compared the shades from different angles. After a moment, she spoke slowly, her voice soft and tinged with regret. "I think this 'Smoky Purple' is quite nice, too. The color is like the brilliant mist in the sky, dreamy and captivating. However, it's too similar to existing rouges on the market. Standing out in this fiercely competitive rouge market might be difficult."
The two were engaged in a lively discussion, each expressing their own opinions, immersed in their study of the rouge shade. Suddenly, a rapid, powerful fluttering sound shattered the silence. A carrier pigeon, like an arrow from a bow, darted down and landed on the railing beside the grape arbor. Its chest heaved, its feathers trembling slightly, as if it had just experienced a long journey. Nian Li was suddenly startled, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She hurriedly stood up, walked quickly to the pigeon, and carefully removed the letter tied to its leg.
As Nian Li unfolded the letter and scanned the handwriting, her once smiling face instantly turned as pale as paper, draining all color away. Her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh no! Xiao Huang and Mo Chen are being hunted by the righteous!" Her voice, filled with fear and worry, was like a sledgehammer, hammering down on the hearts of everyone present.
Upon hearing this, Su Qingyao's rouge box fell to the table with a sudden, unpredictable "clack," spilling some of the rouge inside, a reflection of her turbulent state of mind. She abruptly stood up, her once gentle brows instantly raised, her eyes burning with rage as she shouted, "What? Who on earth is so audacious and reckless as to dare to lay hands on my niece? They're truly audacious!"
Knowing the urgency of the situation, the two men dared not delay, rushing anxiously towards Jiang Yan's study. The study was filled with the faint scent of ink, a blend of time and knowledge. Jiang Yan was immersed in an ancient book, as if in another world. He held the scroll, sometimes nodding gently, as if expressing deep approval of the book's subtleties; sometimes frowning in deep thought, as if exploring the book's hidden secrets.
Nian Li and Su Qingyao rushed into the study like a gust of wind, shattering the tranquility. Nian Li's face was filled with anxiety, and her voice was clearly trembling as she said, "Dad, something terrible has happened! Xiao Huang and Mo Chen are being hunted by the righteous in Jiangnan. The situation is extremely critical!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan slammed the scroll in his hand shut with a swift movement, his movements so swift that it seemed as if his hand had been burned. He stood up abruptly, his previously gentle face now filled with rage, his eyes wide open as if about to spit fire, and he shouted angrily, "They are such traitors! How dare they lay hands on my well-behaved granddaughter? They are completely lawless and unforgivable!"
At the same time, Su Jinli, leaning on a cane, walked into the study with steady yet slightly hurried steps. Although she was over seventy years old, and the years had left deep marks on her face, her eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, revealing an unquestionable majesty and determination. Her voice, though not loud, was full of power: "Let's go, set off for Jiangnan immediately! We must not let Xiaohuang and the others come to any harm. Xiaohuang is the treasure of our Prime Minister's Mansion. Anyone who dares to touch her will become an enemy of our entire Prime Minister's Mansion!"
Jiang Yan nodded without hesitation, his eyes revealing determination. He immediately turned around and loudly ordered his servants to quickly prepare the carriages and horses, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. The news spread quickly in the Prime Minister's Mansion as if it had wings. When the young Marquis Su heard that his niece was in trouble, he was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pot. Without thinking, he picked up the iconic toy sword that he regarded as a treasure, and rushed over all the way. Before he arrived, his voice came first: "Sister! Brother-in-law! I'll go with you! Whoever dares to bully Xiao Huang, I will chop his whole family! I will let those blind guys know that people in the Prime Minister's Mansion are not to be messed with!"
Soon, the Xiangfu entourage embarked on a grand journey to Jiangnan. Jiang Yan sat in the carriage, his brows furrowed, as if a heavy mountain weighed down his heart, suffocating him. His eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, like the gloomy sky before a storm. He often glanced out the window at the scenery speeding by, the rapidly receding trees and fields as if a merciless reminder of the urgency of time. He silently prayed for his granddaughter's safety, his every heartbeat accompanied by a deep concern for Xiao Huang and Mo Chen.
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