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"Miss, you haven't opened it yet?" Baoqin urged with a smile, "Open it quickly and take a look. Baoqin also wants to see what Master Tan has given you."

She walked back and forth, but to her surprise, the young lady still didn't open the box. She just stared at it blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mu An Ning, with his eyes downcast and in a daze, gently stroked the box with his fingers, and after a while he said softly, "Baoqin, you should come."

For some reason, she was a little afraid to open the box.

The joyous red color seemed to be reminding her that her wedding with Tan Wenhuai was approaching.

Although she knew that this matter was a foregone conclusion and she was ready to be a wife, she inexplicably felt a sense of resistance in her heart.

Perhaps she was afraid that she would not be able to reciprocate this relationship.

"Me?" Baoqin pointed at herself and blinked.

As her future husband, Miss always quietly looked at the few gifts that Prince Gu gave her.

Now that she is here with Mr. Tan, will the young lady no longer feel shy?

Mu An Ning nodded affirmatively, shifted his gaze away from the box, picked up the pen and began to practice calligraphy again: "Well, come on."

Seeing that her young lady really seemed to have no intention of caring about the box anymore, Baoqin had no choice but to follow the instructions and take the box away.

As she opened it, she wondered if the young lady had a conflict with Mr. Tan?

That shouldn't be the case. Given the personalities of Mr. Tan and Miss Tan, it's rare for them to have a quarrel.

Baoqin shook her head, thinking she must be overthinking it.

The young lady has changed and grown a lot in the past few months. Maybe she has just become more open-minded about love matters.

"Miss, there is a flute." After opening it, Baoqin looked at her young lady with surprise and exclaimed, "Mr. Tan actually knew that the young lady could play music."

By the way, she hadn't heard the young lady play music for a long time. It seemed that the young lady had never picked up the flute since she broke off the engagement with Prince Gu.

Mu An Ning wrote a word without looking up, but said calmly: "It should be Sister Su who talked to him."

Only a few people close to her knew that she could play the flute.

Even when she attended banquets among noble ladies in the past, she had only played the piano and had never played the flute.

But she really likes the flute more than the piano, and Tan Wenhuai is thoughtful.

Baoqin thought it made sense, so she nodded and continued to look through the things in the box.

Baoqin's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Miss, there are still several sets of jewelry."

These unique sets of jewellery are all in the shape of peach blossoms, delicate and exquisite, and one can tell at a glance how much thought and effort went into their creation.

Recalling the exquisite Begonia swing that Tan Wenhuai had given her before, Mu An Ning's lips curved a little and she uttered a soft "hmm".

"Miss, would you like to try them on?" Baoqin looked expectantly as she picked up a pair of earrings.

Her impression of her future aunt improved a bit. She had never expected that Mr. Tan could even find out what flowers the young lady liked.

Mu An Ning raised his eyes to look at the thing in Bao Qin's hand and smiled: "No need, you can put it away first."

With the previous example, I think Tan Wenhuai’s vision should not be bad.

She was not very enthusiastic about the jewelry, but since it was given by Tan Wenhuai, she had to wear it. However, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, so there was no need to rush.

Baoqin nodded helplessly, but when she caught a glimpse of the package in the box, she was stunned.

It looks like a package of food.

However, she had never heard of any young master giving food to his beloved, so this Young Master Tan was really special.

Thinking that the food might go bad, Baoqin hurriedly opened the package.

In an instant, a fresh fragrance wafted over my face, even slightly covering the scent of ink that originally permeated the room.

Then, Baoqin frowned, with a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Is this...osmanthus cake?"

Her young lady has been making it from time to time over the past three years, so she is naturally very familiar with this snack.

The young lady would feel dizzy whenever she ate it, so in order to practice, she would let others taste it. As a result, she now feels sick when she sees osmanthus cake.

Mu An Ning, who was sitting at the table, naturally smelled the familiar fragrance. He couldn't help but pause in his writing, and his heart was filled with a little emotion.

Baoqin was afraid that the young lady would recall the past and that she would feel unwell, so she quickly packed the cakes back and said with a smile as if nothing had happened, "Young lady, Mr. Tan must have remembered it wrongly."

But it is really strange. If Mr. Tan had asked Miss Su about her preferences, he would not have been unaware that she could not eat osmanthus cake.

A strange thought suddenly flashed through Mu An Ning's mind, but she quickly denied it.

"Okay, that's all. Put the box away." Mu An Ning raised his eyes and glanced at Baoqin, who seemed to have slowed down his breathing and had an uneasy look on his face. He put down the pen in his hand helplessly.

"Why are you so nervous?" Mu An Ning lowered his eyes and smiled, not knowing whether he was saying this to himself or Bao Qin: "Don't worry, I have already... let it go."

"Miss..." Baoqin sighed in her heart, thinking that it would be fine if Mr. Tan gave her anything like date mud cake or flower cake.

But it just happened to be osmanthus cake.

Baoqin no longer had the heart to look at the remaining gifts and was about to put the things in the box back when she suddenly saw a blue object in the corner.

"Miss." Baoqin frowned and walked slowly to her mistress's side: "If Baoqin remembers correctly, this is the scent bag that Miss lost before?"

This thing can be considered as a half-engagement token between the young lady and Prince Gu, and the young lady could not let it go in the past.

But later on it was lost at some point, and the young lady didn't bother to look for it.

Mu An Ning's eyebrows jumped, and his eyes fixed on the object for a while before he nodded: "It's mine."

She sewed it stitch by stitch herself, so of course it's recognizable.

Baoqin's eyes widened: "How did this sachet end up in Master Tan's hands?"

Logically speaking, Mr. Tan should not know the existence of this sachet, and he should not guess that the owner of this sachet is his young lady.

Could it be because of the word 'Ning' above?

Mu An Ning shook his head in confusion, then took the long-lost sachet from Baoqin's hand.

Although her embroidery skills were very immature, she put a lot of thought into it.

The more Mu An Ning looked at it, the more boring it seemed to him, so he simply put the sachet aside.

Even if she finds it back, she probably won't wear it again.

Gu Huaizhi always thought that the sachet was embroidered by her three years ago.

But actually, it was five years ago.

Thinking of Gu Huaizhi, Mu Anning's brows suddenly frowned and a scene flashed through his mind.

It seemed that not long ago, on the day when Gu Huaizhi sent her home, a blue object fell from his arms.

She didn't think much of it at the time, but thinking about it now, he did look unusually flustered.

The conjecture that she had previously denied popped up again.

So, this box was not given by Tan Wenhuai, but by... Gu Huaizhi?

Yes, only he would think that she loved eating osmanthus cake as much as he did.

Even if Tan Wenhuai picked up the sachet somewhere, there was no way he could guess that it was hers.

On the other hand, although Gu Huaizhi didn't know that she had also embroidered one for him, his sachet was exactly the same as hers, except for the color and the words embroidered on it.

It was not surprising that he could recognize her and guess that the owner of the sachet was her.

Mu An Ning's expression gradually became complicated, but he suddenly remembered something, his expression changed again, and he stood up suddenly.

Hearing the chair making a loud noise, Baoqin, who was tidying up the box, couldn't help but look confused: "Miss, what's wrong?"

The young lady in her family has always been well-mannered and rarely behaves like this.

Mu An Ning looked out the window. The cloudy sky had been replaced by the bright sunshine. "Baoqin, come with me out of the house."

Little did he know that at this moment, the same person's expression was completely opposite.

Mu Guiling, who was sitting in his sister's yard, took a sip of tea with a sullen expression.

"Brother, why did you think of looking for me today?" Mu Wan'er stretched and sat down next to Mu Guiling carelessly.

[But after much persuasion, I finally got a reason to take a break and not have to continue embroidering the veil.]

[Xu is now too OOC. She has gone from being a loving mother to a strict mother. It's as if I'm not her daughter.]

Mu Guiling, who had excellent hearing, had already heard his sister's footsteps, but he did not raise his eyes.

His eyes fell on the tea: "Wan'er, are you hiding something from me?"

Mu Wan'er blinked, thinking that there should be nothing else except that she was kidnapped by the Liang people: "No, what do you mean, brother?"

"Really?" Mu Guiling raised his eyes and looked at her.

Mu Wan'er's hair stood on end at the gaze of the interrogator, but she still nodded.

Mu Guiling had no expression on his face. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "An Ning's parents are both dead, but she still has relatives alive."

Mu Wan'er spat out a mouthful of tea in surprise, almost spitting it on Mu Guiling: "You, you, you..."

【He he he, how did he know? 】

[Dog system, did you let him know in order to promote the plot? ]

"Wan'er." Mu Guiling was now completely certain, but his expression did not change at all, and he did not even move an inch: "Have you told your grandmother, father, and mother about this?"

This matter was not a big deal, but he couldn't understand why Mu Wan'er wanted to hide it.

Seeing Mu Guiling was so sure, Mu Wan'er could only lower her head guiltily and did not answer.

Mu Guiling's face darkened, and he suddenly felt that his sister was full of mysteries: "Why don't you tell me?"

It was a bit strange that Mu Wan'er traveled all by herself from the countryside to find the Marquis's mansion.

But she was indeed related to the Mu family by blood, so he no longer had any doubts.

And now, Mu Wan'er is actually involved with the people of Liang State, which really does not seem like a woman who is inexperienced in the world.

*

"Sir, someone is waiting for you in the front hall." Seeing his own master returning home, Xiao Fuzi quickly followed him and reported everything.

Gu Huaizhi did not stop, but just raised his eyebrows indifferently, signaling him to stop talking nonsense.

Xiao Fuzi said: "Sir, it's the eldest lady of the Mu family."

The princess had just told him to inform the young master as soon as he returned home, so he stood outside the door waiting.

Gu Huaizhi stopped in his tracks, as if he couldn't believe his ears: "Say it again?"

"Miss Mu, Miss Mu?" Hearing the young man's voice getting louder, Xiao Fuzi thought that she had made the young master angry, and she trembled so much that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

But when he looked up again, he found that the young man was no longer in front of him.

Gu Ji patted the shoulder of the little Fuzi who was standing there at a loss, and said in an unfathomable way: "Fuzi, just get used to it."