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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.

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Chapter 814: Apology

When Cui Yanjin arrived at the Imperial Palace, Su Rong was off to confront the Nanchu King, leaving only Zhou Gu by himself in Feng Hall.

Cui Yanjin, carrying a pile of items, arrived at Feng Hall and peeked around, calling softly, "Brother Ziye?"

Ziye, hearing the voice, also peeked out, looking at Cui Yanjin with a hint of confusion, then approached and whispered, "Little Yanjin, are you here for the princess? You dare to come here now? The princess isn't here, you should hurry and leave. Only the young master is here, be careful or he might and punish you."

The child has such a tender age after all, Ziye might recall the soreness in his wrist caused by repeatedly grinding ink every time he saw him, but he wouldn't take revenge in the dark for such trivial matters, or literally get the young master to punish him.

Cui Yanjin shook his head, "I came to see my cousin."