Xianglan looked the other person up and down, and based on her limited experience, she felt that the girl standing in front of her was probably either rich or noble.
Thinking of this, she gently tugged at Shen Qiyin's sleeve and tilted her head to look at her.
Do you know each other?
Shen Qiyin shook her head almost imperceptibly.
but--
Although I don't know them, I have some clues.
The cloak the woman was wearing was made of Yun brocade, which was mostly used in the inner palace. She recognized it because Emperor Xuanwu had previously bestowed upon her Yun brocade.
In other words, this person is very likely someone from the palace.
Coming to her senses, Shen Qiyin heard Xianglan say crisply, "Miss, you flatter me. I was just talking nonsense."
"How can this be nonsense!"
The woman disagreed: "Personal experiences differ, so naturally, the feelings one has when reading a book will also differ."
"Most people see it as a tender and affectionate love story, but you have read a different perspective into it, which I truly admire."
Upon hearing this, Xianglan took it as genuine praise and immediately changed her tune, saying, "It's because my young lady taught me so well."
Upon hearing this, the woman unconsciously turned her gaze to Shen Qiyin.
Shen Qiyin nodded to the other party.
Unexpectedly, the other party said, "I had only heard of your excellent medical skills, but after meeting you today, I realize that your insights are also quite remarkable, which is why you were able to train such a clever girl."
In short, Xianglan only focused on two words: "Discipline...hehehe..."
Seeing the almost lewd look on her face, Shen Qiyin knew that some strange ideas had popped into her little head again, so she solemnly denied it, saying, "Miss, you misunderstand. I didn't teach you that."
Upon hearing this, Xianglan pouted so much her lips could hang an oil bottle, and called out "Miss" in a sticky, coquettish manner.
The woman watched in amazement.
"The two of you don't seem like master and servant."
They don't look like sisters either.
There was no sense of hierarchy between them, like that between a master and servant, nor the tender affection between sisters.
Instead, they are like close friends, giving people a relaxed and pleasant feeling.
Perhaps because of their shared interest, they chatted a bit more, exchanging ideas as they each selected books.
Because Shen Qiyin had copied books in the past, she had read a wide variety of books, and she knew a little about everything you talked about.
Although Xianglan didn't understand, her perspective was always unique.
The group chatted happily, and before leaving the bookstore, they even made plans to meet again.
Shen Qiyin then took the opportunity to ask, "May I ask how to address you, young lady?"
The woman smiled and said, "My surname is Yan, and my given name is Shu."
Shen Qiyin carefully pondered those two words: "Yan Shu, Yan Shu..."
Why does this name sound familiar?
It wasn't until Yan Shu's carriage had gone far away that she suddenly remembered that the Marquis of Qingyang's surname was Yan, and his given name was Zhao. Perhaps Yan Shu was one of the young ladies in the Marquis's mansion.
Although Shen Xiyin was somewhat curious, she wasn't that curious.
Besides, making friends should happen naturally, and she had no intention of bothering to find out.
In the evening, she and Xianglan returned to the Shen family home.
After nightfall, Xiao Yan arrived.
Shen Qiyin originally thought that he was just coming to see her, like before, but she found that he looked serious, as if something had happened.
"What's wrong?" She instinctively stood up. "Did something happen?"
"Hmm." Xiao Yan's expression was deep as he pulled a cloak from the side and draped it over her shoulders. "Come with me."
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