For the next few days, Su Jinli and Jiang Yan raced against time to recreate the story. Jiang Yan not only helped Su Jinli collect fascinating folk tales and anecdotes as inspiration, but also used his own talents to discuss plot development and character development with her. When Su Jinli ran out of inspiration, he would gently recite historical anecdotes to stimulate new ideas. When she felt tired, he would gently massage her shoulders to relieve her stress.
Su Jinli, on the other hand, was completely immersed in her creative world. Under her pen, vivid characters gradually came to life on the page, and brilliant plots flowed out like a continuous stream. Every word and sentence was imbued with her heart and soul, and her hopes for the future. Sometimes she wept for the fate of her characters, and sometimes she was overcome with excitement by the brilliant plot designs.
As time passed and night fell, the Prime Minister's residence was shrouded in silence. However, the light in Su Jinli's study remained bright, dazzling in the darkness. The flickering candlelight illuminated the busy figures of the two men, their shadows intertwined on the wall, like a never-fading painting.
During this intense creative process, Young Marquis Su was also busy. He scoured the streets and alleys of the capital, leaving no corner untouched, diligently seeking out all the latest happenings. Like a tireless messenger, he would rush back to the Prime Minister's residence as soon as he received news, recounting these fascinating discoveries to Su Jinli. Sometimes it was the novel performances of street performers, sometimes the daily gossip of ordinary people. These seemingly trivial events provided Su Jinli with a wealth of inspiration for his creations.
Su Qingyao would often visit the study, bringing them delicate snacks and warm tea. Watching Su Jinli and Jiang Yan strive for their common goal, she felt both pride for her sister and a secret prayer for them. She would quietly observe them from the sidelines, occasionally offering her own insights. Although she wasn't particularly skilled at writing, her support and companionship became one of the motivations that kept Su Jinli and Jiang Yan going.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window onto the weary yet determined faces of Su Jinli and Jiang Yan. After a night of toil, the storybook had taken shape, but it was still some distance from completion. Su Jinli rubbed her bloodshot eyes, looking at the manuscript before her, feeling both relieved and worried. Time was running out, and their task remained arduous.
Jiang Yan looked at Su Jinli's haggard face and felt distressed: "Jinli, you take a rest for a while, I will continue writing."
Su Jinli shook her head and said firmly: "No, I'm not tired. Together, we can definitely finish it on time."
So, they plunged back into their intense creative work. As the deadline approached, every minute and every second seemed especially precious. They forgot the passage of time, the fatigue of their bodies, and had only one goal in mind: to complete the storybook and achieve their own happiness.
Meanwhile, Liu, confident of her victory, basked in a smug euphoria. She imagined Su Jinli's utter dismay when the deadline arrived and she felt a surge of joy. She even began plotting how to further suppress Su Jinli and consolidate her position within the Prime Minister's residence should she fail. However, she was unaware that Su Jinli and Jiang Yan, relying on their unwavering perseverance and deep affection, were steadily advancing towards success, poised to thwart her nefarious plans.
Throughout this challenging and hopeful journey, Su Jinli and Jiang Yan's bond quietly blossomed. They supported and encouraged each other, facing challenges together. Every glance, every tacit collaboration, brought them closer. This challenging time not only tested their creative abilities but also tempered their relationship, cementing their conviction that they were destined to walk through life together.
Finally, on the eve of the deadline, the storybook was complete. Su Jinli looked at the thick stack of manuscripts, tears welling up in her eyes. This wasn't just a storybook; it was a testament to her and Jiang Yan's love, the fruit of their joint efforts. Jiang Yan gently embraced Su Jinli and whispered, "Jinli, we did it."
The two hugged each other and cried, their hearts filled with joy and emotion. They knew that what awaited them next would be the judgment of fate, but no matter what the outcome, they had already given their all for each other and had no regrets in their lives.
At this moment, the moonlight outside the window was like water, spilling onto the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, as if blessing their persistence and efforts. However, Liu was still immersed in her own fantasy, completely unaware that her conspiracy was about to completely fail.
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