She nudged Yu Nanqing: "What did you say?"
Yu Nanqing crumpled the letter in his hand, a barely perceptible internal force condensing in his palm. When he opened his hand again, the letter had turned to ashes.
"Oh dear..." Su Wanyan subconsciously reached out to grab it: "I haven't seen it clearly yet!"
Yu Nanqing smiled and said, "I've remembered them all."
After saying that, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Wanyan's slender waist, lifting her just above his head.
"Ah—" Su Wanyan exclaimed in surprise.
The next second, her buttocks gently landed on his shoulder.
Su Wanyan's cheeks flushed slightly: "You're acting crazy again!"
"I'm at the manor today." Yu Nanqing seemed to be in a good mood, her eyes full of smiles as she looked up.
Su Wanyan pursed her beautiful lips, struggled internally for a while, and finally couldn't help but smile, saying with her head down, "You haven't answered me yet."
"To the best of my ability."
Before military power was returned to his hands, he could only do his best to avoid implicating the two ducal mansions.
With frequent correspondence between Prince Gong's Mansion and the two Dukes' Mansions, how could Emperor Yuanhe not have noticed their unusual behavior?
The Changguo Duke's Mansion and the Shunguo Duke's Mansion have always kept a low profile, but their sudden contact with the Gongqin Prince's Mansion, even if it was just their daughters' interactions, aroused Emperor Yuanhe's suspicion.
Emperor Yuanhe had inquired about their previous correspondence, and fortunately, Su Wanyan and Dai Zhiwan had sent many letters in the past few days. If this letter had been intercepted today, the consequences would have been dire.
However, Eunuch Liu, who was with Emperor Yuanhe, felt that the emperor was overthinking things.
The Changguo Duke's Mansion and the Shunguo Duke's Mansion have lost power. Apart from the old Duke who continues the favor left by the previous dynasty, none of his children have been able to obtain an official position in the court.
The new generation from the Duke's Mansion are all mediocre people. Once the two old Dukes die, the fate of the Duke's Mansion will be basically set. What else does the Emperor have to worry about?
However, Eunuch Liu would never dare to say these words aloud.
Looking at the somber imperial study, Emperor Yuanhe thought of the Eldest Princess.
He asked Liu Rencai, "How is the Princess's injury healing?"
Liu Rencai hurriedly replied, "Your Majesty, it is said that the Princess is able to stand up again."
Emperor Yuanhe's brows twitched, but he relaxed somewhat and nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm."
Just then, a man who looked like a guard with a weapon at his waist suddenly entered from outside the imperial study and respectfully handed over a letter: "Your Majesty!"
It was a message delivered by Secret Shadow.
Emperor Yuanhe reached out and took it, then opened it and glanced at it.
My previously depressed mood instantly brightened up considerably.
He opened the incense burner, lit a corner of the letter, and only threw it into the burner when the flame was almost up to his thumb.
He then picked up the vermilion brush and continued to review the memorials.
After the incident at the lakeside pavilion, a period of peace and tranquility followed.
It wasn't until news of envoys from other countries reached the capital that it caused a ripple, like a pebble thrown into water.
Rumors circulated among the people of the capital that envoys from more than one country had arrived this time; the Southern Kingdom, the Northern Yue Kingdom, the Xining Kingdom, and the Eastern Sea Kingdom had all sent envoys to the Great Jin Dynasty.
However, the arrival times of the envoys from the South and North are still uncertain, while the envoys from the East Sea will arrive in the capital on the first day of the seventh lunar month.
Xining, on the other hand, kept it a secret, only saying that an envoy had been sent, without specifying the time or place.
The news came out in late June.
I confirmed with Yu Nanqing that Emperor Yuanhe did indeed mention this matter during the morning court session. Putting aside the envoys from the three countries of Nanguo, Beiyue, and Xining, a welcoming banquet will definitely be held on the first day of the seventh lunar month to celebrate the arrival of the envoys from Donghai.
Moreover, Emperor Yuanhe was well aware of the grievances between the Great Jin and the East Sea, and specifically pointed out Yu Nanqing to greet him at the city gate that day.
They already knew that the seventeenth princess of the East Sea had arrived in the capital, but they didn't know who else the East Sea had sent besides the seventeenth princess.
Just as Su Wanyan was wondering about this, an uninvited guest arrived at the mansion.
That day, Su Wanyan had paper and ink set out in the pavilion in the front yard. Of course, the ink was for Yu Nanqing, and she herself used a charcoal pencil.
To avoid getting her hands dirty, she even had a pen cap made of wood.
Today I am writing a letter to Su Chien.
Since Su Chien left, Su Wanyan has frequently received letters from him. Although Su Wanyan also writes back to him, she doesn't know whether he has received the letters she sends because Su Chien's whereabouts are always unpredictable.
After all, Su Chien hadn't mentioned it in the letter.
Later, Su Wanyan took Yu Nanqing's advice and wrote to Su Chien only when he stayed in one place for a long time.
Yesterday she received a letter from Su Chien saying that he would be staying in Ancheng, Xiaozhou for half a month. Su Wanyan thought that half a month would be enough time to send the letter.
So right now she's writing with a charcoal pencil.
The ink placed next to it was used by Yu Nanqing for painting.
After Su Wanyan finished writing, Yu Nanqing also finished drawing. Su Wanyan folded the letter paper while looking at the painting Yu Nanqing had made. It was a peach tree with pink peaches on it, and a few green leaves served as a backdrop.
Although Yu Nanqing's drawing wasn't particularly good—the kind that anyone could draw at a glance—it wasn't bad overall. Su Wanyan teased him, "Want to eat peaches?"
Yu Nanqing knew his own limitations: "Yan'er, laugh if you want to."
He's not good at painting, but if you ask him to draw a topographical map, he's more than capable.
He's just enjoying himself right now, why would he be drawing a map?
Su Wanyan rolled her eyes: "I asked you if you wanted to eat peaches? You're not answering my question."
“You didn’t praise me.” Yu Nanqing pursed her lips and put down her calligraphy brush.
If there's no praise, it means the drawing is bad.
"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Su Wanyan's eyes lit up immediately. She picked up his painting and praised it highly: "The tree trunk is strong and powerful, and the brushstrokes are as smooth as flowing water. It's simply a masterpiece. Yu Nanqing, you're amazing!"
"Cough!" Even though she knew it was fake, Yu Nanqing's cheeks still flushed.
He clenched his fists shyly and put them to his lips, turning his face away from Su Wanyan, but still stubbornly said, "Thank you for the compliment, Yan'er."
"None of the painters in the palace are as good as you. I want to frame it and hang it above my bed so that every time I open my eyes I see this painting, to show my love for it."
“…” Yu Nanqing’s face turned even redder: “Ahem, Yan’er… that’s too much.”
"Haha!" Su Wanyan chuckled twice at his shy expression.
The two were fooling around in the pavilion, and Qiu Ye and Huang Ye, who were guarding outside the pavilion, couldn't help but smile.
Every time they saw their master playing around, they felt a strange sense of happiness. They didn't ask for anything else; as long as their master could continue like this, they would be content for the rest of their lives.
However, while some people are happy, others are saddened. Xiao Bu looked distressed; he missed his wife very much too.
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