It was the dead of winter, and the world outside was covered in a blanket of white. The warm sun shone down without reservation, dispelling some of the biting chill.
Sunlight pierced through layers of clouds, gently and warmly bathing the earth.
Although it is a cold season, there is no wind today, bringing a rare tranquility and peace to this icy and snowy world.
Inside the Imperial Study, sunlight gently streamed through the carved window lattices, outlining golden patterns on the gold-brick floor, resembling graceful golden snakes meandering freely.
Ning Yu leaned down slightly, his well-defined fingers gently resting on the edge of the paper, his fingertips rubbing against it a few times, as if testing the paper's texture.
Even though he was usually knowledgeable and calm in the face of adversity, he couldn't hide the curiosity in his eyes at this moment. With a slight increase in pressure, the paper slowly unfolded.
He leaned forward, almost stretching most of his body out, his shadow blocking some of the sunlight, and dappled sunlight danced on the hem of his clothes.
His gaze was as eager as a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, quickly scanning the paper, on which were neatly recorded the thoughts and trivial matters that Qin Qianluo had just revealed.
His brows furrowed deeply without his noticing, like two small hills, but his gaze was fixed on the paper as if drawn by a magnet.
He muttered to himself, "How strange! How strange! These characters look so fresh. The horizontal and vertical strokes, the beginning and ending strokes, are all very different from the calligraphy I usually use."
The brushstrokes showed no sign of weakness or hesitation; on the contrary, they were crisp and precise. What on earth could have written this?
As he spoke, he couldn't help but lift a corner of the paper and examine it closely in the sunlight, secretly pondering: if only I could figure out this novel writing style.
Bringing him back to the Prince's residence would be quite a novel thing, and perhaps he could use it to show off his skills in front of his Princess and win her favor.
Upon hearing this, Ning Jun and Ning Shuyao's curiosity was instantly piqued to its peak, and they could no longer contain themselves. Ning Jun was originally flipping through a book he had never seen before.
With a "thud," he casually tossed the bag onto the table and strode forward, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Ning Shuyao moved with light, graceful steps, her skirt swaying. The two of them, like nimble deer, leaned over, their heads almost touching the paper.
Their eyes were fixed intently on the paper, their faces full of inquiry, as if they wanted to see through the paper and find out what was going on.
The two were filled with speculation: These characters looked so strange, what kind of novel thing was used to write them? And what did "print" mean?
Ning Shuyao pursed her lips, gently tapping her chin with her finger, thinking: This Qin Qianluo is indeed extraordinary; the things she takes out are all so rare.
Looking at the three people's curious and inquisitive expressions, the Emperor's lips unconsciously curled up into a pleasant yet slightly sly smile.
Leaning back on the dragon throne, arms crossed, he thought smugly to himself: Serves you right for leaving me all alone in the capital.
You've all been shocked, haven't you? Luckily, I have that clever and intelligent little girl from the Qin family. This year, I'm finally able to hold my head high and show my power in front of these people.
Thinking this, the emperor unconsciously puffed out his chest even more and swayed his body slightly, his face full of pride.
The moment Ning Yu looked up, he was caught off guard by the Emperor's undisguised smugness, and his lips twitched involuntarily.
He thought to himself: I knew the Emperor was up to no good, eagerly waiting to see me make a fool of myself.
Without even trying, one could clearly know what the Emperor was thinking at that moment. With a thought, the light in his eyes flickered like stars in the dark night.
He became even more determined to bring Qin Qianluo back to the Prince Xin's mansion—such a clever, bright, and beautiful woman would be like a lost gem, hard to find again if he missed her.
Moreover, such an interesting girl, if she could enter my Prince Xin's mansion, would surely add a lot of fun to life.
So much so that he didn't even wait for the emperor to leave first, and immediately blurted out, "Prime Minister Qin's youngest daughter is quite unique and extraordinary, with a beauty that can be described as superior."
His character is impeccable. Chenyang is currently not engaged; I wonder if Prime Minister Qin's youngest daughter is already engaged?
If there is no engagement yet, I will take Chenyang, prepare generous gifts, and visit the Qin family another day to sound them out, so that we can finalize this marriage as soon as possible.”
After saying that, Ning Yu felt a little uneasy, fearing that Qin Qianluo already had someone she loved, and that all his plans would be in vain.
Before the Emperor could react to these sudden words, Ning Jun, who was intently reviewing documents, looked up abruptly upon hearing them, his heart skipping a beat.
He thought to himself: Goodness, the second brother reacted quickly enough. I can't let him get the upper hand.
Her youngest son, Chenrui, is thirteen years old. He has rosy lips and white teeth, and is handsome. He is about the same age as Qin Qianluo. When they stand together, they are a match made in heaven.
If we can successfully bring Qin Qianluo back to the War King's fiefdom, it will be an extremely fortunate event.
This matter absolutely cannot be allowed to be won over by the second prince. He immediately put down the documents in his hand and hurried forward a few steps.
Thinking to himself: My Zhanwang Mansion is not bad either, that girl will definitely not be wronged if she comes to my place.
He said loudly, "Your Majesty, there is also my brother's son, Chenrui, who is only thirteen years old. He has been exceptionally intelligent since childhood and is well-versed in poetry and literature."
Not only are they a good match in age, but they are also handsome and well-behaved, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, and an extraordinary air about them.
"She is a perfect match for the Qin family's daughter, and perhaps even more suitable than Chenyang from the Second Prince's family." He said, waving his arms to emphasize his point, clearly determined to win her over.
For a time, the Imperial Study was filled with lively back-and-forth exchanges, a veritable battle of wits, and the air itself seemed thick with the smell of gunpowder.
The two argued vehemently about their respective strengths, neither willing to concede.
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