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A Heart for Every Inch of Land
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Zhao Hua quietly brought over the garments, carefully assisting me in putting them on.
The outfit was embroidered with the new patterns designed by Wen Qing, showcasing a cluster of deep red Peony on soft, delicate silk. While the embroidery could not compare to the works of great painters, it was indeed impressive for someone of her age.
The newly bought maid picked up a thin layer of rouge, intending to lightly apply it to my lips, but was swiftly stopped by Zhao Hua, whose face turned pale.
Having served me for six years, she was well aware of my aversions: Wen Yan had an eccentric nature and detested heavy makeup above all.
I stepped into the main hall, where Madam had already prepared herself meticulously. Wen Qing stood gracefully beside her in a pale yellow dress.
At just fifteen years old, she already displayed a beauty that could captivate anyone.
Upon seeing me enter, Wen Qing's eyes curved into a gentle smile. However, if one could overlook the faint pity lurking in her gaze, her smile might have appeared even more charming.
"The Princess's residence is not like the backyard of the Chancellor’s Residence; you must adhere to the rules and not stray far from your mother," Wen Siyuan remarked, slightly furrowing his brow at my attire. The movement was so subtle it was almost imperceptible; he did not raise his voice in reprimand, which was indeed a rare occurrence.
I merely nodded in response and chose not to look at him again.
By bloodline, Wen Siyuan was my father in this life, yet I had never called him that.
It wasn't out of stubbornness; it was simply well-known throughout the capital that the Third Miss of the Chancellor’s Residence, Wen Yan, was mute.
The poetry gathering at the Eldest Princess Mansion was set at Orchid Pavilion, where the gentle flow of water served as a backdrop. A delicate little boat drifted downstream to the soothing sound of music from above.
As Zither Melody came to a halt, the person pointed out at the bow of the boat was to compose a poem with the word "Spring" as the theme.
At the poetry gathering, men and women sat on either side of the stream, gazing at each other from a distance.
Suddenly, Zither Melody stopped abruptly, and the bowls and dishes in the water seemed to have eyes of their own, coming to a steady stop right in front of me.
In an instant, everyone's expressions varied.
Seeing this, Wen Qing gracefully stood up to alleviate the awkward situation. " Yan'er has some difficulty with her speech; may I compose a spring poem on her behalf?"
The Eldest Princess nodded with a smile in agreement.
As expected, Wen Qing stole the spotlight, as if she had effortlessly recited a poem that overshadowed everyone else, earning her first place.
Her reputation as the top talent in Shengjing was well-deserved, yet it only served to highlight my own inadequacy.
After the poetry gathering, some men picked beautiful flower branches to present to the girls they favored.
Before long, Wen Qing's maid was holding a flower basket filled with branches, including those sent by the Fourth Prince's messenger.
The current Your Majesty was in his prime and had yet to establish an heir, while Fourth Brother, Ye Yuchen, was the most favored among the princes.
I clearly saw a fleeting flash of ecstasy in Wen Qing's eyes.
The Eldest Princess and the Lady of the the Chancellor’s Residence exchanged a glance, both wearing satisfied smiles.
It seemed that this marriage proposal was indeed settled.
I gently took Wen Qing's hand and wrote the words "Congratulations" in her palm.
Zhao Hua pouted, silently retracting my flower basket, which was now empty at the bottom.
I picked up a pen and wrote on the paper: "Do the words you spoke still hold true?"
Ye Zixing's expression suddenly sharpened, then he chuckled and said, "Of course they do. However, there is one thing I do not understand, and I hope Third Miss can enlighten me."
"Compared to the Fourth Prince, I have more faith in you. Tomorrow, I will persuade Wen Siyuan to assist you. With over a hundred people in the the Chancellor’s Residence, if you ascend to the throne one day, I hope you will show mercy." Embellishing the Flower is like A Timely Assistance; I firmly believe he and I are of the same kind.
Ye Zixing slowly began to smile. Suddenly, he pulled off a carved White Jade Pendant from his waist and gently placed it in my palm, winking playfully as he said, "This is a token of our engagement, Wen Yan. Wait for me to come marry you."
With that, he turned gracefully and left through the door.
I casually weighed the accessory in my hand, a slight smile tugging at my lips. With a flick of my wrist, I tossed it into the corner.
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