The Empress spoke earnestly and with deep concern, instructing him, "You will personally escort Prince Zhao out of the palace. Be sure to pay close attention along the way and make sure nothing goes wrong."
The head maidservant, with a respectful expression and a slight bow, replied with her head lowered, "This servant understands and will do her utmost to live up to Your Majesty's expectations."
The head aunt and Qin Qianluo walked side by side along the winding bluestone path.
Along the path, one after another, exquisite and beautiful palace lanterns lit up, their orange glow swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling the long-standing stories of the palace.
The soft light shone on the two women, casting long shadows that sometimes overlapped and sometimes separated.
Occasionally, patrolling guards would pass by in orderly formation, their footsteps steady and powerful. Upon seeing them, they would all kneel on one knee, bow, and give way.
He waited until the two men had passed before getting up again to continue performing his duties.
Before long, the majestic palace gates came into view. The heavy vermilion gates were open, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere in the night.
The stone lions beside the gate are majestic and imposing, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws. Despite the vicissitudes of time, they still retain their former majesty and silently guard the entrance to the palace.
As soon as Qin Qianluo stepped out of the palace gate, a familiar figure that haunted her dreams instantly came into view, causing her to catch her breath and her heart to race.
Su Jinyun wore a moon-white silk dress, the hem of which was embroidered with delicate and lifelike orchid patterns, every stitch and thread reflecting the embroiderer's painstaking efforts.
The silk threads shimmered faintly in the dim night, like twinkling stars, or like a faint fragrance hidden in the shadows, elusive yet captivating.
A gentle breeze caressed her, and the hem of her skirt fluttered like a graceful butterfly.
She was like a blue lotus blooming under the night sky, pure and immaculate, otherworldly and untouched by the dust of the world.
She stood quietly beside the stone lions outside the palace gate, her long, flowing black hair cascading smoothly down her slender back.
A few stray strands of hair were playfully lifted by the breeze, clinging freely to her fair, jade-like cheeks, adding a touch of softness and liveliness to her originally cool and aloof appearance.
Her eyes were like deep pools, profound and captivating, filled with endless tenderness and anticipation.
He kept his eyes fixed on the direction of the palace gate, the deep affection in his eyes seemingly melting the thick night.
Her posture was upright and elegant, and against the backdrop of the night, she resembled a beautiful painting that captivated the eye.
The moment Qin Qianluo saw Su Jinyun, her already bright eyes instantly shone with dazzling light.
Like the brightest and most fiery star in the night sky, it can illuminate all the dark corners of the world.
His lips curled up uncontrollably, revealing a bright and radiant smile as warm as the spring sun.
That smile was incredibly infectious, like a ray of light that could dispel all the gloom and coldness in the world.
Her heart was instantly filled with overwhelming joy, and she couldn't wait to quicken her pace.
Like a joyful little deer, she skipped and hopped into Su Jinyun's arms with light and nimble steps.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Su Jinyun's waist and buried her face in her shoulder.
It was as if she was embracing the whole world, or drawing warmth, strength, and peace of mind that belonged only to Su Jinyun.
The aloof aura that had surrounded Su Jinyun vanished the moment Qin Qianluo threw herself into her arms.
Like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, they instantly vanish without a trace, replaced by endless tenderness and pampering.
She gently raised her long, slender, and fair arms and slowly wrapped them around Qin Qianluo, her movements gentle yet full of strength.
It's like embracing the rarest and most precious treasure in the world, one that cannot be damaged in the slightest.
Then, she slightly raised her hand, her slender white fingers like the gentlest and warmest breeze in spring, carrying a hint of longing and tenderness.
He gently tapped Qin Qianluo's little nose, his voice as soft as the moonlight flowing gently in the night sky, every word filled with endless care and love.
"Is Qianluo hungry? My Qianluo is exhausted today."
Qin Qianlu wrinkled her little nose slightly, the delicate tip of her nose trembling gently, making her look just like an extremely cute little rabbit, full of charm and innocence.
Like a spoiled child, she nuzzled affectionately against Su Jinyun's neck.
There, she found Su Jinyun's unique, delicate fragrance—fresh, captivating, and reassuring—making her feel as if she were in the warmest harbor.
After rubbing against her for a while, she reluctantly raised her head, her face still bearing a sweet smile full of dependence and longing.
She spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Sister Su, I had a meal in the palace. I'm not tired, it's just... I miss Sister Su."
When Su Jinyun heard this soft, sweet remark about missing her older sister Su, the slight dissatisfaction in her heart instantly vanished.
He carried Qin Qianluo into the carriage and left the palace gates.
Qin Qianlu was still a little dazed when she was carried onto the carriage, but she didn't let go of Su Jinyun's neck and let Su Jinyun hold her.
The red candles flickered with warm orange flames, their glow casting dreamlike patterns on the windowpanes, as if whispering tales of the grand celebration to come.
Before they knew it, the auspicious day for Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo to get married arrived.
Previously, in a quiet courtyard, the moonlight, as clear as water, bathed the two of them.
Su Jinyun gently took Qin Qianluo's hand, and the two smiled at each other. They then had a long talk and, after some sweet discussion, decided that Su Jinyun would personally come to welcome Qin Qianluo.
Then they rode together in a bridal sedan chair, both dressed in equally bright and beautiful phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, proclaiming their unwavering love to the world.
The people were only surprised to learn today that the mysterious, low-key, and unrestrained King Jinrui Zhao was going to marry a woman.
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