Su Jinli gazed at the young couple, her thoughts drifting back to that afternoon, years ago, when they'd fought over the sugar paintings. Back then, she and Jiang Yan had been so young, so full of vigor and energy. Time flowed quietly like the gurgling water, and the stories of the Prime Minister's residence grew thicker and thicker, like a treasured book, each page filled with sweetness and warmth.
A few days later, the storybook titled "A Happy Affair at the Prime Minister's Mansion: From a Bun Shop to a Perfect Marriage" exploded in the capital, instantly sparking a passionate response. Long lines formed in front of book stalls in the streets and alleys, as people rushed to buy this legendary storybook. Storytellers in teahouses vividly recounted the legendary tales of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Whenever they told the scene where Young Marquis Su danced with his sword and dropped it, the audience erupted in laughter, the joyous laughter seemingly piercing the roof and drifting far away.
And in the Prime Minister's Mansion, new stories continue to unfold, like a spring that never dries up, flowing endlessly. Jiang Xiaocai and Wang Chengyi's sugar shop opened its fifth branch. On the opening day, a long line formed outside the door, as people were attracted by the delicious food of their sugar shop. Su Qingyao's rouge shop launched a "Huaben co-branded edition." The unique creativity attracted noble ladies to buy it, as if owning this rouge would bring them the happiness and beauty of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen took over "Bao Tianxia". With their hard work and wisdom, they made the bun shop business prosperous, and the name "Bao Tianxia" became more and more famous.
On an ordinary afternoon, the sun lazily streamed across the courtyard of the Prime Minister's residence. Ginkgo leaves drifted like golden butterflies in the breeze, covering the courtyard with a golden carpet. Su Jinli leaned on Jiang Yan's shoulder, quietly watching her children and grandchildren playing and laughing in the courtyard. Jiang Yan quietly pulled a piece of sugar painting from his sleeve—the same crooked phoenix. He gently pressed it into Su Jinli's hand, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness.
"After all these years, you still only know how to draw this," Su Jinli scolded, but a happy smile involuntarily rose at the corner of her mouth. That piece of sugar painting was not just a simple little object, but also a testimony to their years of love, carrying countless beautiful memories.
"Because only this phoenix is worthy of you." Jiang Yan said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with the deep affection accumulated over the years. In his eyes, Su Jinli was a unique existence, like this special phoenix, holding an irreplaceable place in his heart.
In the courtyard, ginkgo leaves drifted in the wind, rustling as they fell, as if playing a heartwarming melody, adding a warm undertone to this residence filled with love and laughter. Those past grievances and hardships had long since transformed into the sweetest honey in the long river of time, saturating every ordinary yet precious day and filling every corner of the residence with the scent of happiness.
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