After entering the city, the carriage continued its swaying journey towards the largest inn in the eastern suburbs.
Inside the carriage, a faint smile graced the man's handsome features. "Wife? Why don't you call me husband now?"
Qingyin glared at the man who had gotten the better deal but was still acting innocent, "Weren't we just acting? Duan Heng, don't push your luck!"
"Acting? Well, has Ahua considered her future husband?" Duan Heng looked intently at Qingyin and said.
Qingyin: "Husband, you must at least be good-looking, wealthy, and gentle and tolerant of me."
Good-looking, Duan Heng silently recalled his own face. Not ugly, he was quite good-looking. Wealthy, he should be. Duan Heng felt that he shouldn't have been poor before he lost his memory. Gentle personality, Duan Heng frowned slightly, he would try to change that.
If you round it up like that, isn't he the perfect husband in Ah Hua's heart? Thinking about it, Duan Heng's ears turned red again.
Qingyin didn't know why Duan Heng, who had been unhappy just moments before, had suddenly become cheerful again.
A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; as a woman, she could never truly understand their hearts.
Qingyin didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
Just then, they arrived at Qingyun Inn. Qingyin simply got off the carriage without even wearing a veil.
Duan Heng looked at the angry girl but still didn't have the courage to persuade her. Since there were very few people at the entrance of the inn, he simply let her be.
The inn's waiter, seeing that a customer had arrived, had already eagerly stepped forward, ready to wait for the guest to disembark and lead the carriage to the designated shed.
The waiter, familiar with the custom, bowed in front of the carriage and smiled:
"Hello, sir. Would you like a meal or lodging?"
Then, the waiter raised his head with a fawning smile on his face, but the next second, when he saw the face of the girl coming down in front of him, his smile froze.
It was dusk, and the orange-red sunset clouds drifted across the sky. The girl with the face of a peach blossom was bathed in the light, as if she were covered with a transparent halo.
Its beauty, isolated from the world, burns like a raging fire in the hearts of those who come to see it.
Despite having lived for many years in the wealthy eastern suburbs where the annual Flower Goddess Competition was held, and thinking he had seen enough of all the beauties in the world, the waiter was still speechless for a long time.
It wasn't until another piercingly cold gaze shot over that the waiter was jolted awake. It turned out that a noble young man in a black robe, exuding an intimidating aura, had somehow gotten out of the carriage and was staring coldly at him.
The waiter shivered, no longer daring to look at the stunning young woman. He whispered, "Sir, would you like to stay or have a meal?"
This time, however, he didn't speak the familiar words as smoothly as before.
"Guests, a fine private room, please prepare the restaurant's signature dishes, for two people."
A deep, cold voice rang out. The waiter was somewhat disappointed that he hadn't heard the voice of the stunningly beautiful girl, but he still diligently led her to the best room in the building.
Only after entering the house and the waiter left did Qingyin finally release her lips, which had been sealed shut by the man before she could say anything.
Qingyin glared angrily at the man in black robes beside her: "Why did you only book one room? There are two of us!"
Duan Heng pressed his burning cheeks against the heat and said dryly, "We're out of money. We still have to go to the capital. Booking two rooms is too expensive."
Qingyin stared at the man suspiciously: "Really?"
"Of course it's true," Duan Heng said with righteous indignation.
"I'm also thinking about Ahua's future. What will we do on the way to the capital if we run out of money now?"
Qingyin silently watched the man lying to her without thinking, and rolled her eyes at him. However, she was just a simple-minded village girl and couldn't see through the male lead's disguise.
Qingyin was too lazy to look at Duan Heng's fake act anymore, so she walked to a stool to rest for a while.
The window of this room happened to be located next to the dining table, so Qingyin opened it, which also allowed her to take in the city, which was completely different from Xian County.
Before she could even take a second look, Qingyin heard two men excitedly discussing something nearby.
A young and lively man said, "Brother Zhan, you should stay in the eastern suburbs a little longer."
"Why?" Qingyin heard another older man ask in confusion.
Then the young man continued enthusiastically, "This eastern suburb county has a special event that is world-famous, which is tomorrow's Flower Goddess Festival."
"Legend has it that in this eastern suburbs county, there was a loving couple. The wife was as beautiful as a flower, and the husband was a soldier fighting in the war. The two were in love and lived a loving life. Unfortunately, their happiness did not last long. When they went to fight in the north, the husband followed the army to fight and died on the battlefield. The wife, who was waiting at home, heard the bad news and cried until her eyes were sore."
"To pray for her husband's well-being, she traveled to all the temples in the eastern suburbs and knelt in prayer. Heaven blessed the woman's deep affection, and on that day, the eastern suburbs were filled with flowers. The woman also transformed into a butterfly and disappeared into the world."
"Afterwards, the people of the eastern suburbs, to praise the woman's deep affection, regarded her as the Flower Goddess. Strangely, every year when the woman disappeared, the eastern suburbs were filled with flowers. People also used this time to select the most beautiful woman to perform the legendary Flower Goddess, to thank the Flower Goddess for her miracle."
“Every year during the Flower Goddess Festival, many beauties from other places come to this eastern suburb of the county to participate in the selection of the Flower Goddess.”
"Brother Zhan, you're in for a treat, look at the Flower Goddess this time."
"Isn't this just a women's beauty pageant? How can we..."
"Brother Zhan, the Flower Goddess Festival only comes once every three years. If you miss this one, you'll never have another chance. Oh, Brother Zhan, just come with me to have some fun in this eastern suburb of the county."
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