Each has its own elegant charm

  Zhu Changren withdrew his gaze from the window and asked Yuan Yi, who was beside him, "Yi'er, there are many good men in this world, why must you humiliate yourself by marrying Xiao Heng?"

  Xiao Heng has left, Yuan Yi walked to the window again, the moist soil mixed with the fragrance of flowers, birds chirping, a gentle and refreshing breath came, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes, basking in the tranquility and vitality of early spring.

  She was destined to marry this lifetime, might as well choose someone she knew. "Dad, I've made up my mind."

  Xiao Heng stepped out of the gate and saw Rui Wang already riding a tall horse, looking majestic and dignified, with a hint of mockery in his gaze towards him.

  He raised an eyebrow, subconsciously wanting to take out his folding fan, but upon touching his waist, he remembered leaving it at Yuan Yi's place. He could only laugh and say: "Thank you for your trouble today, King Wang. I'll invite you for a drink another day."

  Wei Qian saw the joy in his eyes and understood, jokingly saying: "Then Ben Wang will wait to drink the wedding wine from afar." Xiao Heng immediately smiled with a foolish expression that couldn't be described, Wei Qian felt unbearable to look at him directly, turned away in disgust, "Ben Wang still has things to attend to, I'll take my leave first." He slightly bowed his head and left Zhu's residence with the royal carriage adorned with pearls and silk curtains.

  Xiao Heng stroked his chin, gazing at the large silver characters on the gate for a moment before chuckling softly. He then spryly mounted his horse and nodded towards the servants carrying the betrothal gifts behind him, saying: "Follow me back, hurry up! If any of Master's gifts are lost, you'll all have to apologize yourselves."

  Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they hastily straightened their backs, responding in unison with full confidence, "Your slaves understand."

  A long procession wound its way past, with crimson gift boxes and red silk streaming in the air, spirited horses prancing, noble gentlemen like jade, this magnificent scene suddenly became the focus of attention on the street, with people's voices buzzing.

  "Look quickly, isn't that person over there Xiao family's young master?"

  "It's him after all, and I don't know which poor girl has caught his eye."

  "What's the use of looking at him like that? It seems like he was rejected, didn't they even return the betrothal gifts?"

  "Brother Chen is right."

  ……

  Xiao Heng glanced at the crowd with disdain, a group of foolish commoners. I, Xiao Heng, have come out, how could I return without achieving anything? His hand touched his waist, and he paused for a moment. As the elegant and unparalleled young master that he was, it would be a pity if he didn't bring a folding fan to add some elegance. The question was, was he going to buy another one at Duo Bao Pavilion or ask for the original one back?

  This is a serious and profound issue, Xiao Heng feels that he needs to carefully consider it.

  Yuan Yi had lunch with Zhu Fu and walked slowly back to Meixiangyuan. As soon as they entered the gate, they saw people coming and going inside. They called over a nearby second-class maid named Sakura and asked: "Who are these people?"

  Cherry curtsied to Yuan Yi, her hair tied in two buns, her face round and plump, her red lips pursed as she said crisply: "Miss, Sun Niang sent someone to deliver a pot of mountain tea flowers for you."

  It took only half a day for her to seize power from Zhang's hands, and Pang was indeed quick with her actions. This kind of high-profile approach made her seem anxious. Zhang had been in charge of the imperial kitchen for many years, and it wasn't as if she could be easily shaken by just any concubine without a strong backing. This time, she had offended Zhang severely, and she would have to face the consequences later on.

  Although Pong's move was meant to show off, Yuan had to admit that the white and pink camellias were delicate and layered, a top-notch product, which made her feel itchy in her heart, and she gained interest, so she smiled and said: "Sakura, go to the study room to prepare the pen and ink, take advantage of the good spring light, your girl will also paint elegantly."

  Cherry covered her mouth and smiled, responded with a "yes", and slipped away to the study. Yuan Yi waited until the idle people dispersed, then leaned in to carefully examine the tea flowers, until she had a picture in her mind, before returning to the study, where she splashed ink onto paper.