Shen Yuewei thought about it and felt that it was a good opportunity to expand her network and get to know the interests of literati, so she readily agreed: "Thank you for the invitation, Scholar Zhou. If I have time, I will definitely come to bother you."
A genuine joy flashed in Zhou Wenxuan's eyes as he cupped his hands in farewell.
Watching Zhou Wenxuan's departing figure, Chuntao hugged An'an and whispered, "Miss, are you really going? What about Scholar Zhou..."
"Why not go?" Shen Yuewei teased her daughter with a smile. "The pastries at Lanyue Tower are quite good, and the gatherings of Jiangnan literati are often innovative. Listening to their preferences for colors and patterns will also benefit our design of new materials. As for Scholar Zhou..." She paused, her tone relaxed and frank, "He's just a customer and literary friend with whom I get along well. Chuntao, you're overthinking it."
Chun Tao looked at her young mistress, her mind clear and focused solely on her daughter and career, then glanced at the innocent and clueless little girl Xiao Yue in her arms, who was only chewing her nails. She sighed helplessly. In her mistress's heart, besides An'an and the shop, even His Highness the Crown Prince only occupied a small corner. Where would there be room for anything else? That Scholar Zhou, it seemed, was going to… be in vain.
The fragrance of osmanthus in Jiangnan remains intoxicatingly sweet. Shen Yuewei's life is fulfilling and joyful, filled with her daughter's laughter, the prosperity of her shop, and the occasional gatherings with literary friends. The turmoil in the capital, the Empress's schemes, and even the quietly growing feelings around her, are like a gentle breeze brushing against the osmanthus tree—they create ripples, but cannot shake the peaceful and prosperous world within her heart, rooted in her daughter and her career. She happily cultivates her splendid life, quietly awaiting each sunrise and sunset.
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