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It was the last storm of the rainy season. The Minister of Revenue, Qin Shuyang, was assassinated and his life hung by a thread for a time.
Three months later, the assassin was finally dealt with. According to the Ministry of Justice's investigation, the assassin had been sent by an enemy nation from the northwest.
At that moment, on the northwest border, Da Yun's two hundred thousand troops were engaged in a fierce battle.
Upon hearing the news, the entire army was enraged, their morale surged, and they achieved a series of victories, pushing Da Yun's northern front thirty miles further north, securing a natural defensive barrier for Da Yun's northern territory.
This war ended with unprecedented decisiveness. Within Da Yun, the nation rejoiced; in the capital city, all citizens poured out to welcome the great general back from his victorious campaign.
No one bothered to consider whether Qin Shuyang had truly been in mortal danger; nor did anyone question whether the assassin had really been captured or if he had indeed been sent by an enemy nation.
Even the stingy emperor unexpectedly hosted a grand banquet in the palace. Su Yan momentarily lost herself in joy and drank to excess. When she saw Qin Shuyang dismissing his colleagues who had been circling around him and walking towards her, she couldn't help but smile.
Qin Shuyang snatched the wine cup from her hand and put on a stern face. "How is it that when I’m not watching you, you lose all sense of moderation?" His tone softened as he coaxed her, "Alright, be good?"
Though his tone had changed, his expression remained serious. Su Yan found it amusing and pretended to be drunk, playfully pinching Qin Shuyang's face with her hands while mumbling, "Manager, manager..."
Qin Shuyang's handsome face was contorted into a comical expression from her antics. He felt helpless yet a hint of sweetness washed over him. Leaning down close to Su Yan's ear in a playful huff, he declared, "I’m determined to take care of you! Tomorrow I’ll send the betrothal gifts to your family!"
After a moment's thought, Qin Shuyang felt a twinge of anxiety and asked, "Yan Yan, will you marry me?"
In truth, Su Yan’s heart had long been filled with sweetness. Over time, how could she not understand Qin Shuyang’s feelings for her? Moreover, there were those drunken moments, what happened that day in bed, and her heart still racing now... She could no longer deny that she had truly fallen in love with this stingy, particular man with a bit of a temper standing before her.
She smirked, narrowing her eyes as she said slyly, "I have sand in my eyes."
Qin Shuyang was taken aback, watching the smile bloom on Su Yan's face. His heart stirred, and he leaned down to gently kiss her eyes, her nose bridge, the tip of her nose, and finally her soft lips.
The kiss was deep and long, until the air around them gradually filled with only their faint breaths...
Da Yun hadn't been this lively in a long time; officials of all ranks were unable to contain themselves, drinking to the point of swaying unsteadily.
Old Su, having had too much to drink, stumbled over to Qin Shuyang with a cheerful grin. Suddenly, his expression darkened. "You little brat," he said, "let me tell you, if you don't quickly pull my precious granddaughter out from this bunch of worthless scoundrels, you can forget about acknowledging me as your master!" With that, Old Su let out a hearty belch.
Qin Shuyang's face darkened slightly as he thought to himself, who was it that threw her into the officialdom in the first place? But he dared not voice his thoughts and could only bow respectfully to Old Su. "I will heed your teachings, Master."
With that, Old Su strode away with great pride.
The Stingy Emperor had also drunk too much. He swaggered over to Qin Shuyang with a mischievous glint in his eye and suddenly changed his tone. "Qin Aiqing," he declared, "if you can't even bring back your wife who has been gone for five years and can't wash away the disgrace of marrying a pig of a wife, then you might as well give up your position as Minister of Revenue. I will have you dismissed and dealt with immediately—your body wrapped in horsehide and discarded like refuse..."
Qin Shuyang couldn't help but twitch his lips. "Your Majesty, are you really throwing money away like this?"
The Stingy Emperor then put on a shameless demeanor. "Bring forth a plate of roasted suckling pig for Qin Aiqing!"
Bai Ci had also had too much to drink. He rolled over to Qin Shuyang with his cup in hand and suddenly wore a distressed expression. "Lord Qin," he lamented, "for five years I've endured humiliation and lived in hiding for you—working like a dog and acting as a spy under Yan Yan's thumb. Can I finally reclaim our Bai Family's ancestral abacus made of pure gold?"
Qin Shuyang's temple twitched slightly as he asked slowly, "Why don't you try calling Yan Yan one more time?"
“Yan Yan…” Bai Ci blurted out without thinking, his mind clouded by drink.
When Bai Ci sobered up, he regretted it deeply. As for the legendary family heirloom of the Bai Family, the Golden Abacus, it ultimately became the centerpiece of the grand wedding that everyone talked about—the marriage of Minister of Works Su Yan to Da Yun Minister of Revenue Qin Shuyang. That was a story for another time.
Only Su Yan remained unaware that a love story filled with twists and turns was actually destined from the start. Thus, the peaks turned and the willows darkened, only to reveal a bright future ahead.
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