It's already January, and the earliest batches, especially the peony gardens with greenhouses and underground hot spring water, are opening.
Take the peony garden of Prince Heng's Mansion as an example; it has already become a magnificent sight.
Qiao Lian'er waited for a while, but Sun Hetang left without taking any further steps.
Although she can stealthily track people, she can't always be by their side.
Whether it's the Kachin region, the Qingfeng Plain fiefdom, or Tianhe Prefecture, she has too many things to deal with.
However, she was cautious and sent out several skilled spies to keep an eye on Sun Hetang's every move.
As soon as the arrangements were made, Pei Shijiu stepped into the warm pavilion.
"I just sent some men."
“The more the better,” Qiao Lian’er said.
The servants poured tea, brought in some snacks, and then left, leaving the door to the warm pavilion slightly ajar.
"You can probably guess what Sun Hetang wants to do. Do you have a plan to deal with it?"
Qiao Lian'er said, "If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason, especially when it comes to something like poetry that can be interpreted at will."
He added, "If what you and I suspect is true, then we can only rely on our eloquence."
Pei Shijiu said thoughtfully, "The Emperor trusts you; this is a great asset."
"Yes, but I have to use it very carefully. If I go even slightly over the line, it could be a disaster."
As Qiao Zhizhi's wedding day approaches, the Qiao family's courtyard is being decorated and prepared every day. This grand wedding is no small matter, as it is a marriage alliance between the Qiao and Lin families, attracting the attention of all the high-ranking families in the capital. Therefore, it is being held in a grand and meticulous manner.
Qiao Lian'er also put a lot of effort into this.
Pei Shijiu stood by the window, looking at the exquisite and unique arrangements in the courtyard. Some of the styles were unlike anything he had ever seen before, which were eye-catching and exuded an intangible nobility.
"Once Miss Zhizhi and Young Master Lin get married, it will be your turn next."
Qiao Lian'er glanced at him: "You've forgotten about Brother Da Meng and Brother Xiao Meng."
Da Meng is already nineteen years old, but ever since the incident with Du Qinglan, he seems to have lost interest in love and marriage, and spends his days immersed in training troops and arranging formations.
He declined all banquets and events that offered opportunities to meet women from wealthy families.
Xiao Meng is a year older than her, and he's seventeen now, which is just the right age for marriage.
When Sister Zhizhi gets married, Aunt Lü will start to get anxious.
Pei Shijiu calculated that it would take at least two or three years for their marriage to be finalized.
Looking at Qiao Lian'er's face, which had already blossomed and her tall stature, she looked like a grown woman, and his heart fluttered.
When will he be able to give her a proper hug or a kiss?
He muttered to himself, "Isn't this a bit slow?"
"What?" Qiao Lian'er didn't hear clearly.
"nothing--"
The next day, Sun Hetang led some people from the courtyard to explore all the places where peonies were blooming and then wrote down these locations.
Then, she printed hundreds of copies of the ink painting inscribed with the poem by the shepherd.
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