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In the evening, when the Crown Prince arrived at Nuanching Pavilion, Yuan Qing had personally brewed tea with great care. With a smile on her face, she brought it to him and said, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is in two days. I would like to go out and see the lanterns, Your Highness. I hope for your permission."
Li Song gazed intently at her, the light shining from the right side casting half of her silhouette into view.
Beneath her arched willow-leaf brows, her long, curled eyelashes fluttered gently in the interplay of light and shadow.
Though she often kept her eyes lowered in front of him, appearing respectful, there was an indescribable calmness about her.
At this moment, however, that calm seemed tinged with a hint of sadness—subtle and almost imperceptible.
A fleeting complexity crossed Li Song's eyes. After a long pause, he spoke in a deep voice, "You are not one to easily change your mind once you’ve made a decision. Even if I do not agree, you will surely find another way to force my hand. Qing'er, am I right?"
Yuan Qing looked up in surprise, meeting the gaze of this noble man before her. She couldn't help but feel that he was indeed getting to know her better.
After Li Song left Nuanching Pavilion and returned to his study, he stood alone by the window for a long time.
Finally, he lightly clapped his hands, and two shadow guards appeared like phantoms.
He instructed in a low voice, "From now on, you will keep an eye on Qing'er at Nuanching Pavilion. Report to me on everyone she meets and everything she does."
"Understood." The shadow guards replied succinctly before their agile figures melted back into the vastness of the night.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky was clear and bright. The round moon hung like a silver plate, surrounded by twinkling stars that sparkled like pearls accidentally dropped by celestial maidens from the heavens.
The night breeze carried a hint of Osmanthus fragrance, infusing the evening with an inexplicable poetic charm.
Yuan Qing stood by the window of the inn, and when she saw the young man in white push open the door and stride in, a brilliant yet shy smile blossomed on her usually calm face.
She quickly stepped forward and softly called out, " Mr. Cui!"
"A Qing, it really is you!" Cui Hu exclaimed, gripping her hand tightly, his joy evident.
Once he regained his composure, he hurriedly released her hand and gave a somewhat awkward smile.
Yuan Qing tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she stubbornly reached out to grasp his hand tightly. Despite his attempts to pull away, she refused to let go.
"A Qing." Cui Hu's face flushed slightly. With a gentle tug, she found herself nestled comfortably in his embrace.
In that moment, it felt as if warm wine had entered her heart—both warming and intoxicating.
Their first meeting had been in the March of Peach Blossom season.
It was a sunny day, a rare clear sky, with peach blossoms blooming outside like clouds of color.
Holding a horizontal flute, she played a melody beneath the Peach Blossom Tree when suddenly she heard a clean and clear voice calling out, "Is anyone home? I am passing through on my spring journey and would like to ask the host for a cup of water."
The music stopped abruptly as she stepped delicately over the fallen petals and emerged from behind the peach tree to find a handsome young man in white standing politely at the door.
Hearing the footsteps, the young man turned around and was momentarily lost in thought upon seeing her.
Then he broke into a smile and teasingly asked, “Are you the Peach Blossom Fairy?”
She remembered how his eyes were filled with an indescribable tenderness at that moment; under his smile, the colorful falling petals seemed to lose their vibrancy.
She smiled sweetly and replied, “You truly have a way with words, my lord. The Thatched Cottage is humble, but if you don’t mind, please come in for a cup of simple tea.”
After serving him tea, she took out a Chessboard and playfully asked, “If you’re not in a hurry, would you care to play a game with me?”
He nodded with a smile, lifting his long, fair hand to carefully separate the pieces.
The room was filled with a tranquil calmness, and the black and white pieces radiated a soft glow, resembling jade and obsidian—one firm and one gentle, harmoniously complementing each other.
Though they had only known each other for a short time, their words and actions always brought knowing smiles to each other's faces, as if they were long-time friends. A raised brow or a fleeting glance carried a special kind of warmth.
As the sun began to set, Cui Hu finally stood up to bid farewell. Yuan Qing leaned against the wooden door, her gaze following him as he slowly walked away.
Just as he reached the gate of the courtyard, he turned back hesitantly. After a moment of contemplation, he quickly walked back to her side and whispered, “A Qing, wait for me for a year. I promise to come back next year to propose.”
She looked up at him, her smile filled with joy and shyness. “Alright, I will wait for your return.”
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