Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

Chapter 95 The wife's choice is naturally the best.

"Thank you, Princess and Marquis. I will definitely treat you both to a feast after my wedding, hahaha." Song Nian was extremely thick-skinned, and upon hearing of such good news, he naturally accepted with a smile.

Qin Yizhen said, "Then I will be waiting to attend your wedding."

"Definitely." Song Nian promised. If he could marry his wife, he would certainly not miss the princess's wedding feast.

Thinking of this, Song Nian looked at Cheng Yan with a hint of resentment. "Master, you and the princess have reconciled. When will you help your subordinate? You two can't be a loving couple while I'm left all alone."

Cheng Yan said he couldn't help and was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he sent him off to eat: "You guys take turns eating, and in half an hour we'll go down for a walk."

Upon hearing this, Song Nian had no choice but to suppress his grumbling and had food brought up, arranging for the group to take turns eating.

Qin Yizhen tugged at Cheng Yan's sleeve and whispered, "What kind of person is Song Nian in private?"

Cheng Yan smiled and drank half a cup of tea, then said to her, "He talks a lot and often annoys people, but he's also quite a lively person. It's said that he's saved up a lot of money over the years to marry a wife. Your maid won't lose out by marrying him."

This guy's saved up enough to get married!

Qin Yizhen was satisfied with what she heard, thinking that she would have to ask Hongying if she was willing when she got back.

Half an hour later, the group came down from the third floor of Wanxian Tower.

Because he was afraid of being recognized, Song Nian specially bought a lot of masks to bring up.

Qin Yizhen wore a curtain, Cheng Yan chose a tiger mask, Song Nian chose a monkey mask, Lü Qiao chose a rabbit mask, and the remaining masks were distributed among themselves.

As the group walked from the third floor to the second floor, they happened to see Fang Shixin being stopped on the second floor of the opposite staircase.

She was very indignant and argued with the person until her face turned red: "Why can others go up but I can't? We're all here to eat at your restaurant, why do you have to divide people into different classes? Do you think I can't afford to pay?"

But Qin capital was a place that divided people into different classes.

Both Wanxianlou and Wanshilou are no exception to this custom. You can sit in the lobby on the first floor and the private rooms on the second floor as long as you pay. But the third floor is where the building entertains distinguished guests. People without status and position cannot even go up there.

It's cruel, but also very realistic.

Cheng Yan also saw Fang Shixin, whose expression was not good under the mask. He put his arm around Qin Yizhen's shoulder and then led her downstairs.

Their lives are peaceful and happy, so they don't need to feel unhappy because of these irrelevant people.

After descending from Wanxian Tower, the group plunged into the bustling crowd.

The bright moon hung in the sky, and lanterns twinkled on the ground. The streets were bustling with people. Cheng Yan led Qin Yizhen through the crowd, while Song Nian and Lü Qiao followed at a distance.

Qin Yizhen moved with light steps and a smile in her eyes, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, dancing joyfully in the human world.

Everything she sees is new and exciting, and she wants everything she sees.

I stood in front of the stall for a while watching the vendor sell food, and seeing how hard the vendor was working and covered in sweat, I couldn't resist buying a lot of food.

After a while, she looked at fans again, and when she saw one she liked, she picked out a round fan with a few peach blossoms painted on it for herself, and then asked Lüqiao to come up and pick out a few more.

"You pick one yourself, and also pick one for Hongying, Granny Jin, and Granny Gui."

As she spoke, she picked up a folding fan from the side and examined it. After looking at several, she placed a folding fan painted with the Ten Beauties next to Cheng Yan: "What do you think of this one?"

Cheng Yan was not a scholar, so he naturally did not like using fans. Moreover, looking at the beautiful women on the screen, some slender and some plump, and seeing their smiling eyes, he helplessly reached out and squeezed their palms.

Qin Yizhen couldn't help but smile, her eyebrows curving upwards. She then quickly picked up another fan and gave it to him. The fan was painted with ancient pines and green rocks. The painting technique looked casual, but it had a certain artistic conception.

This is the one she picked out for him.

"How about this one?"

Cheng Yan was finally satisfied: "What my wife chose is naturally the best."

He fanned himself a few times with the folding fan. Although he wasn't used to it, he liked it very much, so he simply held it in his hand and continued walking forward with her.

Song Nian, who was behind him, quickly paid and then continued to follow.

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"Xie Zhan, look, doesn't that look like my uncle and Yi Zhen?"

Princess Huizhen and Xie Zhan were standing in a teahouse when they saw Cheng Yan and Qin Yizhen walking out of the crowd and stopping at a lantern riddle stall.

Qin Yizhen looked up and said something to Cheng Yan, then pointed to one of the lanterns. He turned his head to listen, then took her hand and went to win the lantern for her.

Xie Zhan wore a moon-white robe and a golden crown, and under the moonlight, he seemed to be draped in moonlight.

He stood there quietly, looking aloof and detached, solitary and elegant, like the bright moon in the sky watching over the world.

It wasn't until Cheng Yan won the lantern amidst applause, placed it in Qin Yizhen's hand, and led her away that Xie Zhan finally came to his senses.

Princess Huizhen raised her voice slightly and said, "Xie Zhan, look at my uncle and Yizhen, they get along so well now. I heard they're inseparable, a truly loving couple..."

Xie Zhan silently turned and walked into the house. He then took out a letter from his pocket, opened the lampshade on the lamp stand, and burned the letter on it.

Princess Huizhen was taken aback, then stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Please, Princess, do not do such things again." He said coldly, quietly looking at the burning paper in his hand.

"What have I done?" Princess Huizhen denied it.

As the paper was gradually consumed by the flames, and his fingers burned, Xie Zhan lowered his eyes and said, "Imitating someone else's handwriting is truly not the act of a gentleman. Since Princess Yizhen and Marquis Cheng are a loving couple, what is the purpose of this letter?"

He received the letter yesterday; it was written in Qin Yizhen's handwriting, inviting him to come and see the lanterns today.

Although he knew something was amiss, and that she might not even remember him, so why would she write to him, he still held a faint glimmer of hope and kept his appointment as promised.

Sure enough, he met Princess Huizhen here.

The last glimmer of hope vanished, as if dust had settled silently and quietly.

Xie Zhan felt neither sorrow nor joy, only a sense of loneliness for the night.

In the past, he could have said that Qin Yizhen married Cheng Yan unwillingly and had not lived well over the years, so he might still have a chance. But seeing them strolling hand in hand today, like a loving couple, he knew the final outcome.

Cheng Yan ultimately got what he wanted, and the clouds parted to reveal the moon.

Princess Huizhen looked embarrassed for a moment, but then she became self-righteous: "Isn't it because you're too hard to invite? If it weren't for Yizhen's letter, how could you have come out today?"

"I just don't understand. What's so good about her? Why do you all like her? My uncle, and you too!"