Qin Qianlu lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed on the teacup in her hand. The tea in the cup was gently stirred by the breeze, creating delicate ripples.
Round and round, reflecting her thoughtful face.
A slight smile played on her lips, a smile that seemed to hold both amusement and a knowing understanding of everything.
It's as if they know the hidden thoughts behind Qi Meng, but they don't reveal them, making it difficult for people to figure out the deeper meaning.
A moment later, she raised her eyes slightly, her gaze calm and undisturbed, and looked at Yao Guang beside her. She nodded slightly, signaling with her eyes to get some silver.
Yao Guang immediately nodded in acknowledgment, turned around, and walked briskly away from the pavilion, her figure quickly disappearing into the courtyard path.
Before long, Yao Guang returned in a hurry, her forehead slightly damp with fine beads of sweat that shimmered in the sunlight.
Holding the silver note in her hand, she stepped forward respectfully and placed it steadily on the table in the pavilion.
Qin Qianluo then spoke again, her voice calm and gentle, like a mountain spring flowing through the tranquil courtyard.
"Since Miss Qimeng has a place she wishes to go, I will keep my promise."
"Keep this silver note safe, young lady. It's good to have some money on you when you're out and about, in case you need it someday."
"I wonder if the young lady would like me to send some guards to accompany her, to protect her and ensure her safety and a smooth journey?"
Her eyes held a hint of concern as she quietly looked at Qimeng, her expression gentle, awaiting her reply.
Qi Meng lowered her long, thick eyelashes, which were as slender as butterfly wings, and gently pinched the gold-embossed silver note with her white, snow-white fingertips.
A smile, more beautiful than the sunset, graced her rosy lips, like a blooming flower in spring, delicate and captivating.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice melodious and sweet, like a nightingale singing in a valley: "Your Highness is so thoughtful, I don't know how to thank you enough."
Now that the world is at peace and tranquil, and the roads are clear and smooth, even a woman like me can embark on my journey with peace of mind.
When I arrive in Jinxiu County, I will definitely seek out a fine inkstone and cut out a few feet of the renowned Xue Tao paper.
She meticulously wrote down the beautiful scenery and landscapes she encountered along the way in her letter, sharing them with the prince.
Qin Qianluo leaned leisurely against the sandalwood armchair, her black wide sleeves flowing naturally like clouds, and the black jade hairpin in her hair swayed gently with her movements.
It reflects a warm and soft halo, adding a touch of elegance to her.
Her long, slender fingers, with their distinct knuckles, unconsciously caressed the yellowed corner of the "Essential Techniques for the Common People".
Upon hearing Qimeng's words, she simply nodded slightly, letting out a soft and gentle "hmm".
Just then, birds returning to their nests suddenly flew past outside the pavilion, their flapping wings making a clear and loud sound that startled the copper bells hanging from the eaves.
Amidst the crisp, melodious tinkling sounds, her movements as she turned the pages unconsciously slowed down, as if she were immersed in this tranquil and beautiful atmosphere.
Qi Meng slightly bowed her head, like a half-bloomed hibiscus, slowly unfolding on the jade stool, exuding gentleness and beauty.
She gazed quietly at Qin Qianluo's focused profile, a subtle emotion flickering in her eyes.
Her eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes, and her knuckles, holding the brush, gently turned with the rhythm of her writing.
The mutton-fat jade bracelet on her wrist occasionally tapped lightly against the table, producing a clear, melodious sound, as if playing a silent melody.
A gentle breeze swept by, like a tender hand, ruffling the pearl hairpins adorning her temples.
She hurriedly reached out to help, but just as her fingertips touched the jewels in her hair...
She quickly hid that fleeting sense of melancholy deep in her eyes, making sure no one noticed.
The gauze curtains, caressed by the gentle breeze, swayed and fluttered like flowing clouds, overlapping the figures of the two into a hazy and poetic silhouette.
Bamboo shadows sway and dance in the wind, outlining intricate and rhythmic patterns on the blue brick ground, like a mysterious poem written by nature.
Qin Qianluo suddenly stopped what she was doing, gently placed the cinnabar brush on the brush holder, and slowly swept her gaze across the darkening sky outside the pavilion. Her voice was like glass soaked in cool water.
A clear and melodious voice: "Has Miss Qimeng ever registered her household in Chengxiao? Nowadays, the checkpoints in various counties and prefectures are extremely strict."
Without household registration documents, let alone resting at a post station or taking a boat at a ferry, it would be difficult to even find lodging in an ordinary inn.
"If you have some free time, young lady, you may take my visiting card to the Jingzhao Prefecture tomorrow; that will make the process much smoother."
After saying that, she calmly took out a jade plaque engraved with the emblem of the Prince's Mansion from her sleeve.
With graceful movements, she gently pushed the table, and the jade plaque shimmered with a warm luster in the sunlight.
Qi Meng's fingertips traced the exquisite royal emblem on the jade pendant, the cool touch spreading along her fingertips. When she looked up, her eyes sparkled.
A perfectly timed smile played on her lips: "Your Highness's considerations are thorough; I will take care of it immediately."
Before she finished speaking, the hem of her skirt, embroidered with lotus scrolls, had already lightly swept across the blue bricks.
The pearl hairpin swayed gently with her lotus-like steps, its tinkling sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate, gradually fading away at the end of the winding corridor.
As Qin Qianluo watched her departing figure, the scroll in her hand unconsciously rolled up and then unrolled, the black jade hairpin gleaming coldly in the deepening twilight.
The emotions surging in his eyes eventually turned into a soft sigh, dissipating in the gentle breeze passing through the pavilion.
As the last rays of sunset faded on the west side of the wall, Su Jinyun walked towards the swaying lamplight.
The cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on her dark robe were faintly visible in the lantern light, and the jade belt buckle at her waist reflected a cold light, but could not hide the weariness between her brows.
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