Liao Shijie slightly restrained his thoughts and invited with a faint voice, "Miss Yun Zihan, shall we take a walk?"
Yun Zihan responded softly, following by Liao Shijie’s side.
Heading toward a pavilion.
"Miss Yun Zihan, please take a seat!"
"After you, Mr. Liao!"
They both sat down, and Yun Zihan then looked at Liao Shijie.
Liao Shijie could tell from the look in Yun Zihan’s eyes that she was pleased with him.
He was somewhat surprised. After all, dressed unremarkably and not handsome, she took a liking to him.
She wasn’t just superficial or perhaps she trusted her younger sister who had arranged their meeting?
Remembering the lady he had seen that day, though still very young and in men’s attire, she was indeed beautiful, every feature fine and exquisite.
Reportedly unmatched in medical skills, and with a voice so soft and gentle, no wonder Prince Rui kept such a close eye on her.
"The fourth young miss and her party stayed in my house when they were in Tortoiseshell City!"
Filled with joy upon hearing this, Yun Zihan said, "Really? How is my younger sister?"
"She’s doing quite well!"
"As long as she’s fine!"
Yun Zihan didn’t ask why Yun Jinnian was in Tortoiseshell City, because she knew there were some matters she wasn’t privy to.
Liao Shijie then inquired about other topics, such as what Yun Zihan liked, and talked about his own preferences. Gradually, they became less reserved. Yun Zihan also opened up more, and the rapport between them grew.
And so did their satisfaction with each other.
Weng Jianrui eventually encountered Yun Muyou.
Upon seeing the resplendent Yun Muyou, Weng Jianrui’s eyes lit up; his entire demeanor changed.
He stepped forward to greet her with a clasped fist bow, "Are you Miss Yun?"
Yun Muyou had naturally also noticed Weng Jianrui.
In person, he was much more handsome than in his portraits.
Her heart beat fiercely, and her cheeks flushed red.
"Youyou has seen Marquess Weng!"
"Youyou, no need for such formalities!" As Weng Jianrui spoke, he reached out to support Yun Muyou, his hand accidentally brushing her small one.
Yun Muyou shuddered, her face reddening even more.
"Youyou, let’s take a walk and chat," suggested Weng Jianrui.
Yun Muyou naturally agreed, "Alright!"
Accompanied by their maids and attendants, they walked leisurely, with Weng Jianrui intentionally leading Yun Muyou towards the back mountain.
At the back mountain where few ventured, and where the monks seldom returned, even if they did something risky, no one would discover it.
As Weng Jianrui thought about this, he glanced at Yun Muyou beside him.
Yun Muyou was quite attractive, dressed appropriately, and smelled wonderful. His recent touch had confirmed her skin was smooth; she took good care of herself.
Weng Jianrui, well-acquainted with the ways of love, naturally desired this ripe fruit that was Yun Muyou.
Weng Jianrui was eloquent, and for Yun Muyou, who had never seen much of the world nor had contact with men, his company was fascinating. She followed him to the back mountain, unaware that her maid and attendant had lagged behind.
"Youyou!" called Weng Jianrui softly.
Blushing, Yun Muyou glanced at Weng Jianrui, "Hmm?"
"This hairpin is for you!" As he spoke, Weng Jianrui pulled out a hairpin from his sleeve and offered it to Yun Muyou.
A golden gem-encrusted butterfly hairpin, shimmering brightly.
"Let me put it on for you," said Weng Jianrui, as he began to attach the hairpin to Yun Muyou’s hair.
But his hand gently caressed Yun Muyou’s ear.
Then stroked her neck.
Weng Jianrui murmured tenderly.
"Hmm?" Yun Muyou responded faintly, feeling as though she could barely stand.
Seizing the moment, Weng Jianrui wrapped an arm around Yun Muyou’s waist, leaning in close to whisper in her ear, "Truly beautiful!"