The whole family is having dinner together tonight.
"Ayin, Second Master Li is busy and won't come to see you. You can go to his residence to play. Aren't you classmates with the Third Miss of the Marshal's Mansion? Don't be shy."
"Hmm, school's closed tomorrow, I'll go check it out."
While they were eating, a servant suddenly rushed in and quickly walked to Lin Ziwen's side.
"Master Lin, Second Master Li's men are at the bank withdrawing money! They want to take that million!"
"What?!" Lin Ziwen stood up.
He doesn't care about the million; what he cares about is his reputation!
Mr. Li deposited his money for only two days, then suddenly withdrew it. What are the other depositors who followed suit thinking? Is there really something wrong with Lin's Bank? Otherwise, why would even Mr. Li stop depositing his money?
The harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table just moments ago turned to ice instantly because of this news.
"What's going on?" Lin Ziwen stared intently at the servant.
"Reporting to you, sir, they say that Second Master Li is going to pay the workers' wages and open a bank. Now, many people have heard the news and are waiting outside the bank to withdraw their money! I've also heard that they want to wait for Second Master Li to open the bank so they can deposit their money there!"
Lin Ziwen's expression changed repeatedly.
Li Changzhou only has this one million? He's short of this one million? He absolutely needs to use this one million?
This is putting him in a difficult position!
"Ziwen," Mrs. Lin said, looking at her husband with concern.
"Dad." Lin Yin also stood up.
Lin Ziwen, his face grim, suddenly spoke: "Prepare the car, I'm going to the Marshal's Mansion!"
He didn't explain anything, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and quickly walked out of the living room.
No sooner had Lin Ziwen left than a servant came in to deliver an invitation.
"An invitation?" Mrs. Lin took the invitation and the bright red peony.
Upon opening the letter, I learned that a peony charity ball would be held at the Marshal's Mansion on May 3rd. The purpose was threefold: to appreciate the peonies, to raise funds, and, as a newcomer, to get to know everyone.
"Didn't he have a foot injury and couldn't dance?" Lin Yin took the letter, glanced at it, and frowned. "His foot is healed?"
"Oh, right!" Mrs. Lin said suddenly, as if she remembered something. "Ayin, dress up nicely on the 3rd and dance with Master Li. When you're dancing, ask him to help your father."
Lin Yin nodded somewhat absentmindedly.
She kept thinking about a question: Are women really only meant to appease anger or please others?
Pear Garden.
Xiao Ling was led to the Spring Emperor's room by a female entertainer who was both an apprentice and a servant.
Chunhuang was alone in the room, preparing for the charity performance that evening. She was wearing her costume but hadn't put on makeup yet, and was intently reading the script. The light shone on her profile, and Xiaoling hesitated to approach her for a moment.
It's so beautiful, it's just like the people in the painting.
"What's wrong, little sister?" Chunhuang felt someone staring at her, so she looked up and looked at her.
Xiaoling has a pretty face and is wearing old clothes that Li Biwei gave her. Although they are seven or eight years out of style, they are still more fashionable than most people's.
"Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Xiaoling, the Second Master's maid." Xiaoling greeted him.
Chunhuang put down the script, smiled, took her hand, and pulled her to sit down in a chair.
"What does Second Master want with you?" Chunhuang asked with a low laugh, his breath warm against Xiaoling's ear.
"Second Master asked me to deliver your invitation," Xiaoling said dreamily.
"Just sending invitations?" Chunhuang lifted Xiaoling's chin, bringing her beautiful face close to Xiaoling's eyes.
“Hmm.” Xiaoling gazed at Chunhuang with fascination. “Second Master also instructed us to inquire about a lady named Yang Qinglan and secretly give her the bundle.”
The Spring Emperor narrowed his eyes, a hint of red light flashing in them.
What's in the bundle?
"N-I don't know." Xiaoling swallowed hard, staring blankly at Chunhuang's exquisite and alluring face. "May I touch your face?"
The Spring Emperor frowned slightly, then calmly released his hand and looked away.
Xiaoling woke up from her dream and jumped up in a panic.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that, I was, I was..."
"It's alright." Chunhuang smiled gently. "Please thank Second Master for me."
"Okay, well... I'll be going now." Xiaoling just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. What had she just said?!
"Wait a minute." The Emperor searched on the dressing table and pulled out three silver dollars. "Take these and buy some candy."
After Xiaoling left, Chunhuang pondered for a moment, then gently exhaled into the mirror, causing the mirror to fog up. She then wrote a line of words on it.
As soon as she finished writing, the fog quickly dissipated.
The Spring Emperor picked up the script, his gaze falling on it, and he murmured as if reciting a play: "Li Changzhou, who exactly are you? Even the favored concubine can't bewitch you."
With her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, captivating gaze, rosy lips, long neck, and slender waist as graceful as a willow, she exuded a bewitching and noble aura under the lights.
As Xiaoling left Chunhuang's room, her heart pounded in her chest, as if it were about to jump out.
She swallowed hard and took several deep breaths before slowly bringing her body temperature down.
After a little while, she finally found out where Yang Qinglan was, and she walked in that direction.
Behind a banana tree in the corridor, on the black tiles and white walls, shadows danced like flowing water, like a white snake, or like fairies dancing in the heavenly palace.
Xiaoling held her breath; the shadow alone captivated her.
"Who?" A clear, elegant voice came from behind, and the figure landed like a swan, ending its dance.
"Yes, it's me," Xiaoling said subconsciously, then quickly explained, "I'm Xiaoling, Master Li's maid. Master Li asked me to deliver something to Miss Yang Qinglan."
A figure emerged from behind the banana tree.
Xiaoling even forgot to breathe.
It's so beautiful.
With graceful figure and fair skin like freshly fallen snow, her face was pure and refined, and her temperament was elegant and otherworldly. Ordinary clothes looked so beautiful on her that people thought they were flowing robes, like a fairy in a painting.
As the other person slowly approached, Xiaoling found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Suddenly, she put her bundle down on the corridor and ran away like the wind.
Yang Qinglan glanced at Xiaoling's retreating figure with a puzzled look, then picked up her bundle.
He first glanced at the peony, then unwrapped the bundle—a box, a letter.
Open the letter.
It was Li Changzhou's notebook, written in a vigorous and elegant style. The "wood" radical on the character "Li" was written in a way that resembled a person meditating.
Dear Miss Yang:
I found some medicinal herbs at home to help you recover.
Also, on May 3rd, I will be hosting a charity ball at the Marshal's Mansion. Please be sure to attend. When you reply, please include your clothing size, and I will send you a suitable outfit for the ball.
Li Changzhou
To avoid suspicion, the letter was written in an unremarkable manner, but Yang Qinglan noticed that it contained messages such as "I want to see Miss Yang cosplay as a lady from 1928" and "I want to dance with Miss Yang around the waist."
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