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Chapitre 101

Qingyan turned around, took only two steps, then stopped, her eyes wide with disbelief, her jaw almost dropping. The table was covered with fine Xuan paper, some here, some there, all stained with ink, while the inkstone, which should have been filled with ink, was almost half-dry.

Qingyan's lips twitched, barely suppressing the urge to look up to the sky and lament. Good heavens, is it because the gang leader is so destructive that even the gang members can't escape his influence? She glanced at the gang member with all her might, "What's your name?"

"I'm Wang Xiaosi." The gang member grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Qingyan nodded, stepped forward, took out a brush, moved the top sheet of Xuan paper aside, dotted it with the largest blob of ink on the paper, and then quickly wrote a few words on the next sheet of paper, folded it up, and said, "Call someone over and send this to the Ministry of War's residence."

Wang Xiaosi nodded, took the things from Qingyan's hands, and turned to leave.

Chapter 221: Can't Afford It

The Ministry of Personnel.

Mo Yu took the letter handed to him by the servant, opened it, and the first thing he saw was a sea of ink, like a discarded draft. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself that the girl had sent it over like this.

Unfolding the paper revealed several large, crooked characters, each enclosed a third of the page, conveying the writer's anger and resentment: "Hmph, a honey trap, is that all? I've seen it all. My heart is far too precious for the Minister to handle!!"

Mo Yu's lips curved upwards, growing higher and higher until he finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

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Qingyan ate fruit while gently swinging back and forth on the swing. One hand held onto the swing, while the other waved back and forth, chatting and laughing with Lüju.

Zi Ru sat smiling to one side, listening to their conversation while weaving Chinese knots. Ever since Qing Yan told her about it, she had fallen in love with this intricate weaving method, and now Zhongfang Garden was full of knots of all colors and styles.

"Boss, I have news!" Wang Xiaosi shouted as he ran in, waving his arms.

Qingyan was stunned for a moment. There was more?!

She reached out and took the paper. The words on it suddenly jumped out at her, shockingly obvious: "So, how about the naked man plan?"

Qingyan's eyes widened instantly, her face flushed red, her heart skipped a beat, and she was so angry that her hands began to tremble.

Seeing her mistress's expression, Lüju didn't find it strange and quickly leaned closer to see what was written in the letter.

As soon as I got close, I saw Qingyan suddenly jump up in fright. She frantically crumpled the letter into a ball with a "whoosh," then, as if still not satisfied, tore it to shreds. Finally, she threw it on the ground with a clatter, then stomped on it repeatedly...

When the things under her feet were no longer recognizable as they originally were, Qingyan stopped, turned around angrily without saying a word, and ran away.

Only Lüju and Ziru, stunned by her actions, remained speechless for a long time, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Qingyan rushed to the front building, took a deep breath, touched her burning face, and felt quite frustrated, realizing that she had been acting strangely these past two days. She muttered to herself, "Even that damned monster won't come over. There's no one to chat with. Really."

She perched atop the busiest little pavilion, had a maid bring her a cup of tea, and watched the commotion by herself. Her face remained flushed, making her even more striking and captivating to others.

Downstairs, a man in a long robe and a square scarf was stumbling through the crowd carrying a stack of drawings. He glanced up and suddenly saw Qingyan lazily lying on the stack. Overjoyed, he immediately shouted and squeezed through the crowd.

Qingyan lifted her eyelashes and smiled lazily, "Hey, what brings you here today?"

"I come here every day." The scholar smiled so broadly that his eyes disappeared, and hurriedly spread the sketches on the table. "Lin Ran, these are the paintings I've been working on lately. Come and take a look."

Chapter 222: The Smell of Alcohol

Because his master rarely appeared, the scholar no longer had the chance to paint the ancient demon. He had to settle for painting portraits of every girl in the Zhongfang Garden. Having already painted a more formal set, he now painted portraits of various other types of girls. If any of the girls in the building were willing, they could also be models for his erotic paintings. Qingyan had already specially created hidden openings in the partitions of each room for the scholar to observe. The scholar had just finished a batch and was about to show it to Qingyan when he unexpectedly encountered them as soon as he stepped outside, filling him with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Qingyan lazily opened the book and couldn't help but nod. After going through hardships, the scholar's painting skills had greatly improved. His handling of lines and light was skillful and brilliant, and even his facial expressions were more vivid and lively.

Qingyan looked at it casually, her eyes fixed on the drawing, but a line of thought suddenly popped into her mind: "So, how about the naked man plan?"

Her fingers trembled, and suddenly she felt as if every painting under her hands had transformed into Mo Yu's naked body. The more she looked, the more terrified she became. She simply snapped the painting shut and stood there stunned for a long time.

I recall waking up in the study, walking softly through the night, surrounded by lights that brought me peace. Then, as I stepped out, I saw a fox that was so different from any other. The moment of amazement and strange feeling I had was suddenly replaced by a strong desire to see what the fox looked like naked.

She acted on her thought immediately, but she couldn't let that cunning fox know. "Hmph, trying to use a naked man on her? Go see for yourself first." Qingyan chuckled to herself, then summoned the scholar and whispered in his ear what she meant. The scholar's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously. He turned and ran off happily.

If the scholar were to paint his nude body and then present the painting to him, I wonder how furious he would be? His expression would surely be quite a sight! Feeling he had finally won and was in a much stronger position, the man grinned from ear to ear.

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The Eastern Palace.

Tomorrow is the wedding day. The palace is covered with red silk, and everything is ready. The joyous atmosphere is everywhere, so thick that it's almost suffocating.

In the deepest part of the Crown Prince's study, all the curtains were drawn, allowing no light to penetrate; only suppressed groans of pain permeated the air. Occasionally, a sliver of light would flash by—the streaks left by wine poured from mid-air.

The memorials from the officials offering congratulations were piled up on the table, but with a wave of his hand, they were scattered all over the hall.

Lin Ran... Lin Ran...

In my eyes and in my heart, there is only that boy in green. His every smile, his every word, is deeply etched in my memory, never forgotten.

All her thoughts finally settled on that disheveled, flushed figure at the entrance of Zhongfang Garden, her head throbbing with pain... She groaned in agony.

He lay on his back amidst the spilled wine, his clothes soaked and cold, just like his heart.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but a deep-seated resentment rose within him. His hands clenched tightly, his nails piercing his palms. Was it blood? Drop by drop, drop by drop... dissolving into the wine on the ground, making it impossible to tell whether the thick scent in the air was the aroma of wine or the sorrow in his heart...

Chapter 223: Exposure

At midnight, a bright, cold moon hung high in the sky.

In the backyard of Zhongfang Garden, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the faint fragrance of tea roses drifted into a small room with a half-open window. Inside the room was a large bed with white gauze hanging down, and a young girl was sleeping soundly.

The window moved, the moonlight dimmed, and suddenly there was another person in the room.

A figure in a long black robe, a solitary silhouette, and a melancholic yet intense gaze, exuding an aura of both ice and fire, stood motionless before the bed, staring intently at the figure on it.