Despite the intense sunlight and the incessant chirping of cicadas, Jiang Ting recalled a landscape painting he had once seen.
The high, damp, bluish-gray sky was covered in a continuous drizzle, the raindrops like curtains. Looking out the window, it felt as if even my heart was touched by the dampness and coolness of spring.
Jiang Ting loves drizzle. He has collected many ancient paintings, each depicting the same imagery in a different style.
He liked every single one of them.
But he had never felt that pervasive coolness and lightness from anyone.
Only her.
Just this moment.
"Brother Jiang, shall we go in?"
Yuwen Zhuo was indeed shocked by Jiang Tian, but he quickly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.
He was ignorant of romantic relationships, and after returning to the capital, his family never stopped trying to find him suitable ladies from respectable families.
But if you just don't get it, you just don't get it.
Even if Jiang Tian touched him, Yuwen Zhuo would subconsciously ignore that feeling.
He doesn't understand.
He noticed that Jiang Ting seemed to be staring blankly at something, so he quietly reminded him.
As for the lady of the house, she had already gone to fetch the tea set at her husband's call.
Jiang Ting slowly came to his senses.
As an emperor, the ability to conceal one's emotions is a skill acquired through years of immersion in the court.
Although he had just ascended the throne, he had been the crown prince for many years, and no one had ever seen him lose his composure during those years.
Just like his momentary daze, no one could tell what he was thinking.
As the male protagonist, Yan Jing'an is now experiencing love for the first time. He is impeccable in the field of academic knowledge, but he is equally oblivious when it comes to romantic feelings.
No one noticed Jiang Ting's unusual behavior.
"good."
Once inside, Yuwen Zhuo did not immediately reveal Jiang Ting's identity.
Jiang Ting had instructed him that he needed to assess Yan Jing'an's scholarship first before discussing anything else.
So many years have passed, if Yan Jing'an becomes despondent and gives up on himself, Jiang Ting will certainly not give him another chance.
What he lacks is someone who can immediately start helping him.
It's not about training, it's about selection.
Jiang Ting was much younger than Yan Jing'an, but as an emperor, he was already used to being in that position and doing what a monarch should do.
He hardly said anything unnecessary, and once they were all seated, he began to consider Yan Jing'an.
It must be said that Yan Jing'an is indeed a talented person.
Over the years, even as he traveled across mountains and rivers, he never abandoned his studies or wasted his time.
Jiang Ting asked several very sharp questions, but Yan Jing'an answered them with ease, his smile remaining unchanged.
The two talked for two hours, and Yuwen Zhuo, who had been listening, grew tired, and the conversation finally ended.
Looking at Yan Jing'an, Jiang Ting's eyes flashed with approval: "I wonder if Mr. Yan has any plans to enter the court. I hope you can re-enter officialdom and realize your ambitions."
Jiang Ting's identity was revealed simply by his self-designation.
Yan Jing'an showed no surprise whatsoever.
A smart person understands immediately.
He guessed Jiang Ting's identity from his questions.
Yan Jing'an, who was once young and flamboyant, naturally had ambitions and wanted to make a name for himself in history.
But after a series of setbacks, his mindset gradually changed.
Whether entering officialdom is good or bad, only the person experiencing it truly knows.
After thinking for a long time, Yan Jing'an slowly bowed to Jiang Ting: "Your Majesty, please allow me two days to think about this."
Jiang Ting has always been tolerant of truly talented people.
He stared at Yan Jing'an, his tone carrying a hint of expectation: "Alright, if you've thought it through, then pass on the message to Yuwen Zhuo."
When Yan Jing'an saw Jiang Ting and Yuwen Zhuo off, Jiang Tian had just brewed some fresh tea.
Jiang Ting's gaze swept lightly across her face without lingering for a moment.
"They won't drink the tea; they have urgent business to attend to and left first."
Yan Jing'an explained to his wife.
Yuwen Zhuo smiled broadly: "I will come to visit again soon, and I will ask you to make me tea then."
Jiang Tian never speaks much to outsiders; she is a very tactful person.
She exchanged a glance with Yuwen Zhuo, smiled gently, and nodded.
When Yuwen Zhuo received the beautiful woman's smile, as lovely as spring flowers, his heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly.
He thought to himself that Brother Yan was truly blessed to have married such a beautiful woman.
The two arrived in the bright sunshine, and left as dusk fell, with the sky ablaze with sunset colors.
They had all walked out the door, but Jiang Ting subconsciously turned back for a glance.
The woman stood there quietly, possessing her own unique beauty.
Like a beauty in an ancient scroll.
Behind her was a magnificent sky.
Jiang Ting felt dizzy for a moment.
No one noticed his unease. On the way back to the palace, Yuwen Zhuo continued to enthusiastically introduce his friend's merits.
Jiang Ting closed his eyes to rest, treating it as if the man was talking to himself.
As Yuwen Zhuo spoke, he himself went off-topic.
"I originally thought Brother Yan would be like me, living a carefree and solitary life. But who could have predicted that he would get married so suddenly, and marry his former slave. If he hadn't written to me, I wouldn't have known about it! But now that they're married, the woman has been freed from her slave status, and the two of them look like a perfect couple, truly enviable!"
Jiang Ting slightly opened his eyes.
He wanted to ask something, but he held back the words before he could speak.
Before Yuwen Zhuo could say anything more, he heard Jiang Ting utter two words—
"Shut up."
In an instant, Yuwen Zhuo fell silent.
Although Yuwen Zhuo and Jiang Ting are about the same age, both twenty years old this year, one is a ruler and the other is a subject, which is a world of difference.
Even if Jiang Ting considers Yuwen Zhuo a capable minister, he cannot overstep his bounds.
Seeing that the emperor disliked his chatter, Yuwen Zhuo could only shut his mouth.
Even if he felt wronged, he dared not tell the Emperor.
After all, the emperor is the master of this world.
There seemed to be some conflict between the emperor and his minister, and Yan Jing'an was also somewhat distracted.
Dinner was ready, but he only ate a few bites before putting down his chopsticks.
The old woman who was cooking thought her cooking skills had been rejected, and she looked dejected.
Her current employer is a kind person, and the monthly salary he gives her is not low at all. She is hoping to earn more money so that she can keep some for herself.
But this young master had only eaten her food for a few days before putting down his chopsticks. How could she not be afraid?
Fortunately, Jiang Tian noticed the old woman's fear, comforted her, and let her leave first.
The old woman lived on this street, so it was convenient for her to come and go.
After the old woman left, Jiang Tian personally cooked a simple bowl of clear soup noodles.
Yan Jing'an's eyes lit up when he saw the noodles his wife had prepared for him.
He knew his wife was considerate of him, so how could he let her down?
After finishing a bowl of noodles, Yan Jing'an played chess with Jiang Tian for a while.
The two usually have their ups and downs, but today Yan Jing'an was so distracted that he ended up losing everything.
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