When Lu Xingjian arrived, it was already after dinner, and Su Wanwan had finished washing up but hadn't rested yet.
The first thing he saw was the silk rabbit lamp on the table.
It's really beautiful, with dazzling lights and a room full of starlight.
He frowned, his voice tinged with coldness as he asked Heying, "Where did you come from?"
The two had a huge argument because of this broken filament lamp, which almost ruined their marriage.
Now he can't stand these kinds of lights; they annoy him whenever he sees them.
"It's a return gift from the second young lady of the Yang family to Your Majesty."
For some reason, Lu Xingjian immediately thought of Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was also there that day.
His face turned cold.
He winked at Meng Yue before walking toward the study.
Meng Yue immediately understood his meaning, and quietly picked up the silk rabbit lantern, about to walk out.
The Emperor ordered me to get rid of this lamp, how could I dare disobey?
He Ying stopped Meng Yue, saying, "This is a lamp that our Empress likes. What are you going to do with it?"
Meng Yue smiled and said, "Good sister, the Emperor also thinks this lamp is good. This servant will take it to the Qianqing Palace to show the Emperor."
He Ying refused, snatched the lamp back from Meng Yue's hand, placed it back on the table, and tilted her head smugly:
"If Your Majesty truly likes this lamp, you should come to Kunning Palace to see it often."
So that others won't think our lady has fallen out of favor.
Lu Xingjian had already walked slowly to the study door. Hearing the little argument behind him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
In the study, Su Wanwan was engrossed in reading a book.
She was only wearing a pinkish-purple undergarment, and her hair was softly spread out behind her head.
A wisp of hair fell beside her cheek, accentuating her beautiful features.
Lu Xingjian stood quietly at the door of the study for a while, a gentle look unconsciously appearing in his eyes.
This is probably what they mean by a peaceful and tranquil life.
He walked gracefully to her side without her noticing.
Instead, he frowned, seemingly deep in thought.
He leaned down, brought his ear close, and glanced briefly at the book: "What are you reading? You seem so engrossed."
Su Wanwan then came to her senses, paused, and closed the thin book in her hand.
His tone was indifferent: "It's nothing."
This is the calligraphy book that Sister Xuan gave her.
If Lu Xingjian knew that this was Yang Zhen's calligraphy, he would probably have to waste time explaining it.
Lu Xingjian's lips lightly touched her earlobe, and he chuckled: "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, and the butterfly dreamed of being Zhuang Zhou. Don't listen to those scholars' idle talk."
The warm breath tickled her cheeks.
Perhaps because they had been apart for a while, or perhaps because of Maggie's situation, Su Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable with the two of them being so intimate.
She stepped aside, creating distance between them, and simply lowered her eyes to say:
"How can this be idle talk? 'Losing oneself' is true freedom."
"I have lost myself" is a profound philosophical statement from the "Discourse on the Equality of Things".
Lu Xingjian looked at her for a while, then hugged her from behind and asked softly:
"Why are you in a bad mood?"
Su Wanwan simply tidied up the writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table. "No."
Seeing this, Lu Xingjian gently rubbed his face against her neck, his tone tender:
"I've been too busy these past few days and have neglected you. If you have any thoughts, just say them, okay?"
Border military reform is urgently needed.
The national treasury was empty, yet local governments found various excuses not to transport funds and grain to the capital.
The eunuchs sent to various regions to supervise the payment of money and grain were effective, but their role was limited.
The imperial court is becoming an empty shell.
Now that the court and the harem are relatively stable, it's time to make a move.
Su Wanwan then looked at him, her expression serious.
After a long while, he asked, "You really don't plan to give Maggie a formal title?"
Lu Xingjian's expression slowly turned cold. He released his grip on her, his tone impatient:
"Let's keep our business to ourselves, why drag others into it?"
Su Wanwan didn't expect him to suddenly turn on her.
Is it forbidden to even mention Maggie's matter?
She simply curled the corners of her lips slightly: "Then I won't say anything, do as you please."
After saying that, she got up, walked to the bookshelf, and put down the book she was holding.
Lu Xingjian stood there without saying a word, his anger gradually subsiding.
His tone was somewhat strained: "Maggie is just a clueless little girl, why do you always target her?"
Su Wanwan paused.
My heart grew colder and colder.
Maggie's thoughts were crystal clear.
He showered Maggie with gifts, maintained a constant relationship with her, and doted on her in every way.
She was allowed to run rampant and act with impunity.
They even overstepped the bounds of the precedent set by the Grand Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager.
They even addressed her by her full name as the Empress, showing no respect or reverence whatsoever.
In his eyes, however, she was always targeting Maggie?
Su Wanwan felt very tired and didn't even want to talk.
I didn't want to argue; I just wanted to end the topic calmly.
"It's my fault."
Crane Shadow entered just then, holding a scroll in his hand:
"Miss Yanruo gave Her Majesty a gift, saying that she was grateful for Her Majesty's care."
Su Wanwan took the scroll and unfolded it.
The above is a poem called "Osmanthus Lake Song".
Lu Xingjian didn't want to continue arguing, so he leaned over and took a look, saying:
"You went to Gui Lake, where the bright moon is reflected in the water. The bright moon is like my longing for you; when will this sorrow end? It is a fine poem."
It is still a poem of longing.
Su Wanwan didn't reply, but handed the scroll to Heying: "Then hang it up."
Lu Xingjian turned his gaze away, but then turned back to look at it again.
The signature reads "Yuexi".
He felt he had heard it somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.
The calligraphy is strong and elegant, like a startled dragon.
It should be a man's handwriting, not the kind of handwriting a young girl like Yanruo could write.
His gaze fell on Su Wanwan, who was arranging books in front of the bookshelf, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
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