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The night was deep, and all was silent.
Su Xiaonan quietly slipped out of the room, tiptoeing to the grape trellis. She found a spot where there were fewer mosquitoes and sat down on the ground, holding a freshly washed apple in her hands. Suddenly, she heard low voices nearby, and her eyes brightened.
"Sister Rou didn't deceive me! So it really is possible to hear Niulang and Weaving talking under the grape trellis tonight!" Su Xiaonan exclaimed excitedly, taking a big bite of the apple. Mmm... it was juicy, crisp, and sweet.
She tilted her ear slightly, listening more carefully. However, why did Niulang's voice sound so familiar? And Weaving's voice didn’t seem very young either...
"My lord, the young lady will turn fifteen next month; it’s time to find her a suitable match."
"... There’s no rush on this matter."
"How can such an important matter not be urgent? Her parents' past shook the martial world; no one from the martial realm can marry her. A merchant's family won't be able to tame her wild nature either. What should we do? We must plan ahead!"
"Precisely because it is such an important matter that we cannot act rashly. Xiaonan is still a child at heart; if she were to marry now, she would undoubtedly suffer grievances... How could I bear to let her suffer?"
"My lord... If I may speak out of turn, you were so deeply in love with Miss Wan back then, and Xiaonan resembles her more and more in both figure and appearance. It truly isn’t appropriate for her to remain by your side..."
"Enough!" Shen Mozui's voice sounded somewhat angry and embarrassed. "You may leave! We will discuss Xiaonan's marriage after she completes her coming-of-age ceremony next month!"
The bitten apple core rolled off the ground, but Su Xiaonan didn’t care; she held her breath and listened intently, yet the conversation on the other side fell silent.
"May the guiding soul recognize the path, teaching dreams to return to the corridor... Wan'er, Wan'er, why have you not even been willing to enter my dreams these years? Do you know how much I miss you?"
In the low murmurs, filled with deep longing, Su Xiaonan felt a jolt in her heart, her emotions suddenly a mix of flavors.
After a moment, a distant flute melody floated through the wind, sorrowful and plaintive, like someone’s sigh, drifting gently in the quiet night.
“On this auspicious day, you begin your coming of age. Abandon your childish thoughts and embrace your virtues. May you enjoy longevity and blessings, and may fortune shine upon you.”
Accompanied by the high-pitched recitation of blessings, Zhen Niang gently held a silk handkerchief and hairpin, carefully and solemnly styling Su Xiaonan's hair.
Then, Zhen Niang took Su Xiaonan's hand and led her back to her room, meticulously helping her change into a simple dress.
Once everything was complete, Zhen Niang turned to Shen Mozui and respectfully performed a bow.
Shen Mozui quietly gazed at Su Xiaonan, who now wore her hair elegantly styled. At that moment, she had transformed into a graceful young lady.
His expression was complex and hard to decipher, his eyes filled with a dazed look as if through Su Xiaonan he saw someone from many years ago.
Seeing this, Zhen Niang quickly pulled Su Xiaonan closer, gently adjusting the hairpin on her head. Then she spoke earnestly, “Miss, you are now at an age where you can marry. From now on, be cautious in your words and actions. Spend more time on needlework and in your leisure moments, read more poetry and books. Do not be as willful as before…”
“I know, I know,” Su Xiaonan waved her hand dismissively, her wide sleeves sweeping through the air in an arc that brushed against Fu Bo, the butler behind Zhen Niang.
Fu Bo cleared his throat softly, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face as he raised his hand to tidy up his disheveled gray hair.
Seeing this scene, Su Xiaonan stuck out her tongue playfully, a mischievous blush appearing on her cheeks.
“Xiaonan,” Shen Mozui called her softly, then slowly took out a delicate bronze hairpin from his sleeve.
The hairpin was shaped like a butterfly, adorned with lustrous natural jade. Delicate tassels hung down, with a few sparkling green beads glimmering in the dim light. As they swayed gently, the emerald hues flickered, creating a mesmerizing display that felt like a dream.
“This is what your mother left for you. You must take good care of it.”
As Shen Mozui spoke, his eyes were filled with tenderness and nostalgia. He gently picked up the hairpin and carefully placed it in her hair. Then he stepped back, his gaze focused as he scrutinized her, as if he were examining a rare treasure.
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