As it turned out, An Ning had still underestimated Second Young Lady's capacity for endurance. Although the other party had clearly sensed sothing amiss, the dramatic confrontation An Ning expected never seed to materialize.
However, An Ning didn't have much mind to care about this right now.
Playing pitch-pot gas, enjoying performances, competing with grass and admiring flowers—her daily life included beautiful mother and dear best friend to cling to. Aside from occasional inconvenience when going out, one had to admit that life within the won's quarters was quite enjoyable.
Ti flowed swiftly, and before they knew it, another Lantern Festival had arrived.
Their dynasty had only been established for a few generations, and social customs remained relatively open. During every festival, the streets and alleys bustled with extraordinary liveliness, frequently filled with exquisitely dressed young n and won moving through the crowds.
Ornate lanterns and precious torches, moonlight and floral radiance...
Even as the moon rose to the treetops, the main streets remained brilliantly illuminated with various market stalls gathered together, occasionally punctuated by clear, sweet calls of vendors hawking their wares.
Moving through the flowing crowds, An Ning held her little sister-friend with one hand while clutching a freshly made sugar painting in the other, enthusiastically weaving through the mass of people. The two young girls kept their heads close together, whispering and murmuring constantly, frequently stopping with great interest to examine various lively street stalls.
Especially those particularly novel and beautiful lanterns, along with various riddle-guessing activities.
Although neither of them really understood much of what they saw, not comprehending was one thing—they still had to enjoy the excitent!
Before long, the maids and servants following behind them held armfuls of purchases.
As evening approached and it was ti to return, seeing the two still looking utterly reluctant to leave, Situ Jing—who had been following at a discreet distance behind them—finally stepped forward. He gently approached and personally handed the crystal glass lantern he'd just won from a stall to An Ning:
His warm large hand brushed against hers only montarily. Before An Ning could fully erge from the excitent of the festivities, she heard the newcor say in a low voice:
"The hour grows late today, but when this ti cos next year, A-Ning may play as long as she wishes without concern..."
Even until dawn the next morning would be fine.
Under the moonlight, the speaker's voice carried a slight huskiness, exceptionally magnetic. His gaze toward the person beside him was utterly gentle and profoundly tender.
An Ning: Beau... beauty trap?
Mu Yang beside them: "???"
Wait, what was this? Right in front of her, he was trying to seduce her little friend like this?
Unlike before, he wasn't even pretending anymore?
Did he think she couldn't understand what he ant?
Next ti not only could they play freely, but he could conveniently ditch her this big third wheel, right?
Hah! Mu Yang crossed her arms, throwing icy little glances at this person. Well, her unlucky uncle really knew how to play this bridge-burning ga skillfully!
Had he forgotten who earlier used various inducents to get her to bring her little friend out to play? Tsk, truly wolf-hearted ambitions...
After glaring fiercely at the person before her, Mu Yang snorted heavily in her heart. Yet however unwilling she felt, she still slightly turned aside, leaving them so minimal space.
However reluctant she felt, Mu Yang genuinely hoped her little friend could always remain this happy and joyful.
Her A-Ning was such a wonderful person—she should always be happy and blissful, free from worries...
Squeezing her little friend's soft small hand firmly, only then did An Ning turn her head, her crystal-clear gaze eting the newcor's eyes.
The saying that beauty resembles jade was never empty words.
With just one glance, he appeared more dazzling than the priceless crystal glass vessel from earlier.
"Your Highness?"
"Ahem..."
Facing those purely questioning eyes, instinctively, Situ Jing lightly coughed, placing one hand tightly behind his back. Only after a mont did he recover his voice:
"A-Ning, the mansion's renovations were completed recently, everything done according to your previous specifications. However, others' descriptions might have omissions. Ahem... Would A-Ning like to co see for herself? If there are any unsatisfactory aspects, this prince can order the Imperial Household Departnt to make earlier modifications..."
Finally, feeling he might have been sowhat abrupt, he added:
"We're all family here—you and Mu Yang may co visit anyti..."
Mu Yang: "........."
"Really must thank dear little uncle for such generosity..."
Deliberately emphasizing the "little uncle" part, under her little friend's barely suppressed laughter and the indescribable look in the person's eyes before them.
Mu Yang crossed her arms and snorted heavily.
Laughter aside, in this lifeti, as a super beauty-loving little girl who adored enjoynt and play, An Ning did care about her future living environnt. She ca over with Yunjia under the pretext of flower appreciation.
One had to admit, the craftsn of this era, especially those serving royalty and nobility, were absolutely uncompromising in quality.
All the artificial mountains and flowing water, carved beams and painted pillars—truly breathtakingly beautiful. The long corridor draped with purple hibiscus flowers seed to stretch beyond sight. The rear garden largely imitated contemporary Jiangnan style, with pavilions, towers, bridges, and flowing water creating an atmosphere of tranquil leisure.
Even An Ning couldn't find fault with it at first glance.
"Not bad!"
In the carriage returning ho, Mu Yang reached out and quietly encircled her little friend's soft waist.
"A-Ning, don't be afraid. Let tell you secretly—although little uncle is grandmother's biological son, for so reason, grandmother rarely involves herself in uncle's daily affairs."
"A-Ning, you should know—even your previous marriage decree was sothing little uncle personally requested from the emperor. After you marry over, as long as little uncle doesn't lose his mind and seek permission from the palace to bring other won in, the entire Wang mansion will belong to A-Ning alone."
"Of course, even if he does lose his mind eventually, don't worry. At worst, we can just discard him. Don't be afraid, A-Ning—you still have ..."
Lightly encircling her little friend's waist, An Ning responded with a firm "Mhm," her already vivid features filled with lively laughter:
"I know. Regardless of whether I marry or not, no matter where I go, the two of us will always be the closest."
Within the small carriage, two young girls quietly leaned against each other. Feeling each other's utterly unconcealed sincerity.
In this mont, even An Ning couldn't help feeling sowhat envious.
The original owner—she truly was an extrely fortunate young girl.
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