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Flowers Drunk Fill the Hall

In the beginning, he said, "A lowly commoner from Jiangning County? What a disgraceful status, I won't marry her!" After meeting her, he clicked his tongue, "So frail and delicate, she can't stand a blow, too weak, I refuse!" When she approached him alone, carrying the marriage book, he stood leaning on the door, grinning insolently, "Are you here to make me marry you? But this young master doesn’t want to marry young!" Upon learning she was there to annul their marriage, his face turned dark as a thunderstorm, emanating a murderous aura, "Who gave you the guts to revoke the marriage with this young master?" ... Su Rong felt, Duanhua Princess must be blind, this man was so pampered and spoiled, how was he worth dying or living for? If she had known earlier, she would have thrown the divorce letter at his face the first time she saw him. ————————————— The tender signs of spring on the delicate Hibiscus pillow, amidst the drunken flowers filling the room, unnoticed. — Su Rong. A gallant young man in fine clothes and on a steed, a single glance causes a lifetime of confusion. — Zhou Gu Your wish is my wish. I wish to have known you earlier, protect you among the aromatic chambers strewn with brocades. Tear through the illusions, cut down the thorns, with hands unstained by blood, just as pure as you were when we first met, the young and soft little girl. Your wish is my wish. I wish I had known you sooner when you were like a refreshing breeze near the moon. I dared not approach for fear of disturbing the phoenix and mandarin ducks. Praying to be the moon in the sky to cast a reflection on you, accompany you while you watch the flowers bloom in the spring and gaze at the snow in winter, each and every year at Chang'an.

Xiziqing · Historia
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Chapter 133: Trust (One Update)

A hefty stack of scrolls filled Su Rong's arms completely.

She carried them over to the soft couch, dropped the scrolls at random, and then slumped onto the couch, picking up a scroll to start reading.

Yan Huisheng glanced at her, his gaze landing on her slouched position on the couch, then shifting to the hefty stack of scrolls. He said nothing, continuing with his own matters.

Qin Luan carefully brewed tea and arranged a fruit platter. She set one serving on Yan Huisheng's jade desk, then placed another beside Su Rong's couch.

Flipping through the scrolls, Su Rong picked up a piece of tangerine and popped it in her mouth. "Thanks!"

Qin Luan paused mid-action. The room was so quiet that making noise felt inappropriate, so she bent her knee and silently withdrew.

Upon closing the door, Su Rong didn't so much as look up, but Yan Huisheng glanced her way, inspecting her again.