Qin Mansion.
"Young master, the wedding attire has arrived. Please try it on to see if it fits. The embroiderer will then make alterations for you."
Que'er carried a tray into the room, and Qin Ange quickly looked up from a pile of needles and thread.
"Take it to the inner room quickly, I'll be right there after I tidy up!"
Reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the neatly folded wedding dress, Qin Ange hurriedly tore off the few embroidery threads wrapped around his body and rushed into the inner room.
Inside, Que'er had already unfolded the entire wedding dress, which was now hanging neatly on the wooden frame beside the couch.
Qin Ange's eyes lit up as she carefully reached out and touched herself, quickly stripping herself down to only her underwear.
"Young master! There's still one person here!"
Que'er chirped in dissatisfaction and quickly took the matching undergarment from the wedding dress to cover Qin Ange.
Qin Ange chuckled twice, stretching out her hands to let him dress her, occasionally stealing a few touches.
"To be honest, young master has found a rare and wonderful lady. Ordinary families don't even allow their concubines to wear such red, but Lady Su specifically instructed that it should be redder."
Looking at the bright red wedding dress in her hand, Que'er couldn't stop smiling.
"Although it's not true red, you can't tell unless you look closely."
Speaking of this, Que'er felt a surge of relief.
Fortunately, his young master didn't have to wear the pink that Xiao Jun usually wore when she entered the house. If they really followed that rule, he was afraid that his young master would be left alone in the room on their wedding night!
“Ms. Su is naturally different from others.”
Hearing him praise his future wife, Qin Ange felt a little smug, and the corners of her mouth hadn't left her lips since she came in.
"Alright, young master, please take a few steps and see if there's anything inappropriate."
After tying the last knot, Que'er straightened Qin Ange's hem, stood up, and took two steps back.
Qin Ange took two steps and stood in front of the bronze mirror.
This is a large mirror that he had specially made in the past few days, so that he can see his whole body.
"Sparrow, do I look very strong like this? Not slender at all."
Looking at her somewhat "bloated" reflection in the mirror, Qin Ange's eyebrows furrowed into a straight line.
For ease of movement, he usually wore clothes with a fitted waist and narrow cuffs; he never wore loose and cumbersome types like wedding dresses.
"Could you ask the embroiderer to make the sleeves smaller, and also tighten the waist a bit later?"
Qin Ange lifted her wide sleeves and flicked them, then reached out and folded a section of fabric at her waist in half.
I looked at myself in the mirror. "Do I look better like this?"
Looking at Qin Ange, who was constantly tightening his clothes in front of the mirror, Que'er looked helpless.
“Young master, wedding attire is always made in this style and cannot be altered at will. If it is changed to the style you wear on a daily basis, outsiders will say that our Qin family is ignorant of etiquette.”
Que'er walked up to Qin Ange and pried his hands, which were ruining his wedding dress, away.
"This material is a fine one that has been stored in the manor for a long time. The Lord has always been reluctant to use it. It's good in every way, but it wrinkles easily, so you have to be careful."
Listening to Que'er's instructions, Qin Ange looked down and saw a small crease where she had just folded the paper.
He immediately became anxious, repeatedly reaching out to press and smooth out the mark until Que'er brought the iron.
"Even a piece of fabric is more delicate than me!"
Looking at the wedding dress that had been restored to its original smoothness, Qin Ange couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
Hearing his complaint, Que'er burst out laughing.
"Young master, don't be so pathetic as to compare yourself to an inanimate object. If you were truly so delicate, Lady Su might not even be interested in you!"
After tidying up her clothes, Que'er took a set of jewelry to the dressing table.
"We need to test the whole set today, and there's still a lot of work to do afterwards, so please hurry."
...
On the seventh night of her health regimen, Su Qinghe fulfilled her promise and went to Weirui Pavilion.
Ji Qingyu had reminded her several times today, both openly and subtly, and had also left dinner in a hurry, saying that she had to go back and prepare something, which made Su Qinghe look forward to it.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and it was completely dark, but the Wei Rui Pavilion was lit up.
As soon as Su Qinghe stepped into the courtyard, she saw Sanqi guarding outside the house.
"Greetings, Master! This servant takes his leave!"
Upon seeing Su Qinghe arrive, Sanqi greeted her loudly and hurriedly returned to her room without waiting for Su Qinghe's instructions.
Su Qinghe was stunned as he watched the person disappear in the blink of an eye; he certainly had a good eye for people.
I've never seen him walk so enthusiastically before, what's wrong with him today?
Turning her gaze away from the closed door, Su Qinghe stepped onto the stairs, only to find the candles inside suddenly extinguished.
Sensing Ji Qingyu's presence inside, Su Qinghe raised an eyebrow and pushed open the door to enter.
The room was pitch black. Su Qinghe stepped out of the outer room and went straight into the inner room. After turning a corner, she saw a sliver of light.
The first thing that catches the eye is the silk screen at the junction of the two rooms, from which the only light in the inner room comes.
"Please take a seat, my lady. The dance will begin shortly."
Suddenly, Ji Qingyu's voice came from deeper inside the room. Unlike his usual clear and crisp voice, he seemed to have tightened his throat again.
However, this time was different from the last, and Su Qinghe thought it was quite good.
Following his instructions, Su Qinghe glanced at the screen and sat down in a chair directly opposite it.
It was close to the screen, so you could barely see the surrounding things.
Su Qinghe picked up the teacup beside her and took a sip, marveling at the boy's thoughtfulness.
It's quite remarkable that he could come up with such an interesting idea.
The candlelight flickered, and suddenly a figure appeared on the screen, in the posture of Chang'e flying to the moon, with a folding fan in her mouth.
The figures began to move, and it was clear from their movements that their clothes and bodies seemed to be separate.
Su Qinghe propped her head up with her hand, watching intently, and already had a guess in her mind about what clothes Ji Qingyu was wearing today.
The figure on the screen danced gracefully and charmingly, the folding fan in her mouth now in her hand, and Ji Qingyu's soft singing voice began to fill the room.
The candlelight flickered gently, casting the shadows of the people behind the screen indistinctly.
Su Qinghe's interest was completely piqued, and her eyes involuntarily followed Ji Qingyu's shadow.
When the song ended, the dance also stopped.
Ji Qingyu steadied herself, her breathing slightly rapid, while Su Qinghe appeared quite natural from behind the screen.
"My lady, did Yu-ge'er dance well?"
Ji Qingyu's somewhat hoarse voice rang out from inside the room. Through the screen, she looked at the woman who showed no reaction with some trepidation.
Didn't I attract her?
Hearing his expectant question, Su Qinghe praised him without reservation.
"It's so beautiful, and the music is wonderful too. I never expected Yu-ge'er to be so talented in dance music. It seems she's not just a silly beauty!"
Su Qinghe stood up and slowly walked to the screen. As she got closer, a glimpse of Ji Qingyu's figure could be seen through the silk screen.
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