Back at the manor, Qimeng asked Qianxi to deliver some of the pastries to Lin Ruoqing, while she carried the rest and headed straight for Qin Qianluo's courtyard.
The guards stationed in the courtyard saw the pastries she was carrying and their eyes flashed with understanding. They then stopped keeping a close watch on her every move.
Within that space, time seemed to be enchanted, infused with a touch of sweetness, becoming incredibly tender and gentle, with every second flowing with a romantic melody.
Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun are like a perfect couple, carefully crafted by heaven, completely immersed in this sweet world that belongs only to each other.
As if they were in a paradise, completely unaware of the impending crisis that was like a storm.
At this moment, the two were sitting on the floor in the library of the space.
This library has a unique style, filled with a faint, intoxicating atmosphere of books, as if it were a palace where knowledge and wisdom intertwine.
The towering bookshelves are filled with rare and wonderful books from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. The yellowed pages and brand-new covers bear the marks of time and the brilliance of human civilization.
Warm yellow lights, like twinkling stars, gently fell from the dome, draping them in a dreamlike veil and making their figures appear even softer and more beautiful.
Qin Qianluo nestled most of her body against Su Jinyun's chest, looking relaxed and content.
A few strands of hair, like mischievous sprites, fell messily around her cheeks, adding a unique charm to her appearance.
Su Jinyun would occasionally reach out gently and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her movements as soft as a breeze brushing against flower petals.
Su Jinyun turned slightly to the side, wrapping her arms around Qin Qianluo in a comfortable and secure posture.
When she looked down at Qin Qianluo, her eyes were filled with a tenderness that could melt away all the ice and snow in the world. Her gaze was like a deep lake, rippling with endless love.
A sweet fragrance, like blooming flowers, permeated the library, so rich and thick that it seemed to fill the entire space.
Not far away, the two little ones, Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi, were engrossed in their joyful play.
Feng Qingyun wore a light green short jacket, the color of which resembled the first buds of spring, fresh and lively.
She wore a pair of small, exquisite leather boots that made a "clattering" sound as she walked.
She had two cute little braids tied in her hair, which bounced merrily with her movements.
At that moment, she was chasing a colorful butterfly, which was like a dancing flower, flitting lightly among the flowers.
Feng Qingyun's clear and melodious laughter echoed in the garden like silver bells, as if it were the most beautiful movement in spring.
Long Nanzhi was dressed in a pure white brocade robe, with a warm and exquisite jade pendant tied around her waist, which shimmered with a soft luster in the sunlight.
She was squatting beside the flowers, her eyes wide open, curiously observing the busy bees.
Bees busily flitted among the flower stamens, collecting nectar, their buzzing sound like a hymn of diligence.
Long Nanzhi occasionally exclaimed in amazement, her exclamations filled with curiosity about the wondrous sights that could exist in this space.
They were very clever, as if they were on the same wavelength, and tacitly avoided disturbing the sweet tranquility between Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun.
The others in the space also tacitly understood and did not rashly approach this corner full of love.
Everyone knows that their master and Prime Minister Su are about to get married.
During this time, the entire space was filled with a warm atmosphere of joy and busyness, as if it were enveloped in a halo of happiness.
Apart from Qianxi's team being out on a mission, Qianchao and the others were fully engaged in embroidering wedding clothes for Qin Qianluo.
Traditionally, the embroidery of wedding attire should be done by the couple themselves, as it embodies the beautiful meaning of stitching their heartfelt wishes and blessings into the garment.
However, despite their exceptional intelligence and talent, Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun seemed to be frozen in place when faced with needlework, completely helpless.
Qin Qianluo's hand holding the embroidery needle was like a naughty child who wouldn't listen to her; after only a few stitches, the embroidery thread became crooked and twisted.
Like a winding little snake, the thread always gets tangled, as if deliberately going against her.
Su Jinyun also failed every time she tried. Looking at the fabric that had been messed up, the two of them looked helpless, as if they were facing a difficult problem.
Seeing this, Qianchao and the others took on this important task without hesitation.
They gathered in a spacious, bright room, where sunlight streamed through the window and shone on the table, making the bright silk threads, exquisite embroidery patterns, and soft fabrics piled on it gleam.
Qianchao focused intently on her embroidery, the needle in her hand flying up and down on the fabric like a nimble swallow. Before long, a lifelike peony began to take shape on the fabric.
The peony petals were layered upon layered, delicate and vibrant, as if they were about to bloom off the fabric.
Beside her, Qianyou was carefully mixing the colors of the silk threads.
She twisted several similar-colored silk threads together, comparing them repeatedly, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes nodding gently.
Striving for the most perfect color, it's as if they are creating a unique work of art.
And then there's the lively Qian'an, who hums a cheerful little tune as she embroiders.
The tune was light and lively, adding a touch of relaxation and joy to the busy and tense atmosphere.
Now that the number of Shadow Guards has been expanded, they no longer need to search the entire city for Yu Ying's whereabouts, and besides, tracking is the Shadow Guards' specialty.
Aside from their daily training, they rarely have such leisure time. Being able to embroider wedding dresses for their masters is a great honor for them, something others would beg for.
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