Tiny Thoughts
Yueyao went to Marquis Jingning’s Residence that very day to avoid the situation and see Mingzhu. Seeing Mingzhu frowning at her bridal dress, Yueyao couldn’t help but laugh.
Mingzhu dropped the bridal dress she was holding and rushed towards Yueyao to tickle her, "That’s for making fun of , that’s for making fun of ."
The two of them frolicked for a while, and then Mingzhu said with a frown, "Yueyao, you have to help . I can’t embroider the bridal dress or veil properly." The wedding was set for the sixth day of the sixth month, how was she supposed to manage that!
Yueyao chuckled, "This needlework is just about looking decent on the surface, after you’ll be overseeing dostic affairs, where will you find the ti for needlework?" The daughters-in-law of prominent clans do a bit of small handiwork, while the big items are all left to the embroideresses.
"However, the bridal dress and veil are supposed to be embroidered by oneself," Mingzhu worried. On the wedding day, she would have to wear them, and everyone would see. If they were not good, wouldn’t it be quite embarrassing?
Yueyao laughed, "It isn’t set in stone that you must embroider every stitch of the bridal dress yourself."
Mingzhu’s eyes lit up as she clutched Yueyao’s hand, "You’re the best, Yueyao." She would have the maids help with the embroidery, and then she would add a few stitches herself at the end.
Bai Yi shook his head with a smile on the side. The young lady had always planned to do this, she just lacked soone to back her up. Now that Yueyao had spoken, it fit perfectly with her wishes.
Yueyao had co to visit Mingzhu, but did not expect Mingzhu to cling on and not let her leave. Left with no choice, Yueyao had to stay at the Marquis’ household for a couple of days.
Zhuang Ruolan sought out Madam Tang and said, "Sister-in-law, father refused the marriage proposal." Zhuang Ruolan thought it would be better if Ma Chengteng were the one who refused.
Madam Tang was very disappointed when she learned of Ma Chengteng’s refusal. She truly felt the match was well suited, but did not expect father to still refuse.
Zhuang Ruolan didn’t know what else to say. The situation had been troubleso from the start, and now that she knew Yueyao was the Hermit in the Wild, it beca even more of a headache for her.
After staying three days at Marquis Jingning’s Residence, Yueyao returned to Ma’s Mansion. Yueyao didn’t particularly like riding in a sedan chair, and since the distance to Marquis Jingning’s Residence was quite short, she simply walked there.
Mingzhu’s feet hurt from walking, "You’re really sothing else, not taking the sedan chair when you have one, insisting on walking. Isn’t this self-torture?" It was bad enough that she tortured herself, but now she even made Mingzhu walk, and her feet were in pain.
Yueyao smiled, "You embroider indoors every day, you should co out for a walk more often." These past few days, Yueyao had frequently coaxed Mingzhu to leave the house. They didn’t go far, but it was enough to elicit many complaints from Mingzhu.
Mingzhu grumbled, "Alright, alright, I got it. Really, always be careful of this, watch out for that, anyone who didn’t know better would think you’re an old lady!" Sotis Mingzhu really couldn’t understand Yueyao’s behavior, lacking the vitality and freshness expected of a young lady, always so gloomy.
As they were walking, Mingzhu suddenly exclaid, "Eh, isn’t that cousin!" Because An Zhichen had such distinctive looks, Mingzhu had a particularly strong impression of him.
Upon hearing this, An Zhichen looked towards Mingzhu and Yueyao. Mingzhu was wearing a vivid red dress, which made her exceptionally charming; whereas Yueyao wore a Crescent White gown. Her figure was graceful, and her face was like a masterpiece, standing with elegance amidst the bright spring beauty, like a lotus blooming after a light rain.
Yueyao, hearing the strange voice next to Mingzhu and seeing the tall, dark man approaching, couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Seeing Yueyao’s laughter, An Zhichen rembered a poem he had learned as a child, "One turn of the head, a hundred charms bloom, the beauty of the palace won fades in comparison."
Mingzhu, seeing An Zhichen entranced by Yueyao, involuntarily frowned but felt it inappropriate to bring it up directly, so she had no choice but to clear her throat.
An Zhichen snapped out of his reverie, and since his complexion was so dark, no one could tell if he blushed or not, but he spoke expressionlessly, "Cousin, I ca to seek cousin brother."
Mingzhu frowned and said, "My brother is in the Main Courtyard, you can just wait in the front courtyard." She had thought An Zhichen quite amusing before, but now, seeing his gaze linger on Yueyao, she felt the man’s character was not very decent, probably a lecher.
Yueyao laughed, "Mingzhu, the Third Young Master must have important business with the Marquis. Let’s not get in his way. Let’s go!" It was rely a chance encounter, not worth getting angry over.
Mingzhu, dissatisfied, said to An Zhichen, "Fine! I’ll let it go this ti, but don’t let there be a next ti." Since the person involved wasn’t upset, she couldn’t be too petty.
After walking a couple of steps, Mingzhu muttered softly to Yueyao, "That look he gave you just now was so improper, aren’t you angry?"
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