A gentle evening breeze swept by, like an invisible hand quietly lifting a corner of the carriage curtain, and a touch of coolness, carrying a faint floral fragrance, drifted leisurely into the carriage.
Moonlight streamed through the gap, falling on Su Jinyun's face and casting dappled shadows, making her smile even more radiant and captivating, like a flower blooming in spring.
Su Jinyun's cheeks flushed slightly, like the magnificent sunset on the horizon, and even the tips of her ears were tinged with a captivating blush, as delicate and luscious as ripe cherries.
Her eyes sparkled with starlight, as if they held the entire Milky Way, and the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily.
His shoulders trembled slightly, an irrepressible joy spreading through his heart.
The bells hanging in front of the carriage jingled together, producing a clear and melodious sound that mingled with the clatter of the horses' hooves.
It was as if a beautiful and joyful melody was being played, adding a touch of lively rhythm to this joy.
A sweet scent quietly filled the small yet cozy carriage.
It seems to exist yet is truly tangible, like the blooming flowers in spring, fragrant and intoxicating.
Qin Qianluo seemed to keenly sense this strange yet sweet atmosphere as well, occasionally meeting Su Jinyun's gaze before quickly looking away.
A shy blush instantly appeared on her face, just like a newly blossoming peach blossom.
Her hands unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, causing the delicate embroidery on the hem to wrinkle, as if telling the story of her inner nervousness and shyness.
This time, although neither of them explicitly expressed their feelings, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air made them understand each other implicitly.
A glance, a smile—these conveyed their unique understanding and deep affection. Their hearts drew closer in this silent exchange, and their relationship deepened.
This unspoken affection, like a flower bud about to bloom, quietly brews in the gentle embrace of time, waiting to blossom into the most splendid flower at the most beautiful moment.
The next day, as dawn broke, the soft, thread-like sunlight, like strands of gold, quietly passed through the carved window lattices and gently fell upon the courtyard of the Prime Minister's residence.
It's as if a shimmering golden veil has been draped over it, adding a touch of dreaminess and peace to this ancient courtyard.
Qin Qianluo wore a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the hem of which swayed lightly with her steps, like clouds unfolding in the wind.
She appeared outwardly calm, but her tightly clenched sleeves betrayed her inner anxiety.
Her slightly white knuckles seemed to tell of the unspeakable tension she felt at that moment.
With these mixed feelings, she officially began her probing plan.
At this moment, the Qin residence is filled with a unique and warm atmosphere.
The eldest brother, Qin Jiyuan, and his wife were immersed in the joy of the impending arrival of a new life, just like two swallows nestled together under the warm spring sun.
The two often strolled hand in hand in the courtyard. The elder sister-in-law's gentle hand would softly caress her slightly protruding belly, her eyes filled with anticipation and love for the new life.
Qin Jiyuan stood to the side, gently and indulgently reminding him of various precautions.
Every glance and every word he uttered was filled with deep affection for his wife and children.
The second sister, Qin Qianyu, also found her perfect match, and she and her sweetheart whispered sweet nothings to each other under the flowers and moon.
Their laughter and chatter, like a gentle spring breeze, filled the air with a sweet and romantic atmosphere.
Under such circumstances, Lin Ruoqing naturally had no time to consider Qin Qianluo's marriage, and the idea of urging her to get married was temporarily put aside.
That afternoon, the sun shone brightly, like a thin golden veil gently scattering across the garden.
Lin Ruoqing was leisurely admiring the flowers in the garden. The delicate flowers swayed gracefully in the gentle breeze, like a group of fairies dancing.
The rich floral fragrance, like invisible threads, permeates the surroundings, lingering around the nose, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.
Qin Qianluo tried to remain calm and stepped forward gracefully, but her voice unconsciously tightened.
As if something was choking her throat: "Mother, what kind of person should a woman choose to entrust her life to?"
Lin Ruoqing slightly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the blush rising on her youngest daughter's cheeks and the occasional evasive glances in her eyes.
And the little gesture of unconsciously tugging at the hem of his clothes, as if trying to cover something up, made me chuckle.
She remained calm and composed, slowly setting down her teacup. Her slender fingers gently traced the delicate petals, as if whispering to the flowers.
Then, changing the subject, she enthusiastically chatted about the rare and exotic flowers and plants that had recently arrived in the manor, subtly shifting the topic as if the question had never happened.
In the following days, despite repeated setbacks, Qin Qianluo never gave up.
However, every time she cautiously brought up a topic, Lin Ruoqing always managed to cleverly change the subject.
This caused Qin Qianluo to return defeated time and time again, leaving her feeling depressed as if weighed down by a heavy lead weight.
Therefore, during the morning court session, Qin Qianluo's absent-mindedness became increasingly apparent, and she whispered more and more to Feng Qingyun in her heart.
This made all the ministers aware that King Jinrui Zhao had found someone he loved.
During discussions, she often stared blankly, her thoughts wandering, and she would occasionally mutter to herself.
Whenever someone offers a suggestion, she either gives an irrelevant answer or a response that leaves people scratching their heads.
Or he would only come to his senses after a long while, as if waking from a dream. His dazed appearance drew the attention of the surrounding ministers, who secretly sighed in their hearts.
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