Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Night fell quickly. Song Qingan looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and his heart beat faster and faster.

It was also Zhu Yan's luck that he met He Nian earlier on the road and learned the news about Pei Qing from him.

He was free tonight, and He Nian also promised to talk to Pei Qing about this matter.

The bead curtain squeaked softly, indicating that bamboo smoke had entered the inner hall. She stepped lightly, holding a packed food box in her hand.

"Princess, everything has been taken care of, you can go."

I don't know what excuse Zhu Yan used to send those palace attendants out. Song Qing'an was still in a daze until Liu Quan led him into Ningshui Garden.

None of the expected thrills happened, and everything went smoothly beyond ordinary.

Thinking about it, most of this was due to Pei Qing. Zhu Yan was not popular among the palace officials sent by Liu Qiyun. Even the sedan chair that came to pick up Song Qing'an was also sent by Pei Qing.

Song Qing'an lowered his head and looked at the food box in his hand, and his worried heart suddenly calmed down.

Maybe... it's not as scary as she thought.

She has come this far, what is she still afraid of?

As the light in front of her eyes gradually approached, Song Qing'an raised her head. Liu Quan walked a few steps ahead of her and knocked lightly on the door.

"Master Zhangyin, Princess Zhaoding has arrived."

"Enter."

Liu Quan opened the door in response, and Song Qingan took a quick look and saw Pei Qing behind the desk.

This place must be Pei Qing's study. There is a rosewood table in the middle, with brief notes stacked on top of it. Behind it is a bookshelf, which takes up almost the entire wall. There are incense burners and candles on both sides, which are bright even at night.

Like day.

Pei Qing was writing something. At this time, he was dressed more casually. When he lowered his eyes and wrote, he looked like a noble young man.

Song Qing'an quickly looked away, lowered his head obediently and stepped in. Liu Quan thoughtfully closed the door behind him. The room was warm but there was no charcoal basin. I guess... there was a ground dragon installed.

Song Qing'an secretly calculated that the red sandalwood was also an imperial product, and Pei Qing's place was really almost the same as the imperial standard.

"Princess, what are you doing standing there?" Pei Qing raised her eyelids and said, breaking the image of a noble young master, "I almost forgot. We should congratulate the princess on being granted the title. She is... Princess Zhaoding."

Song Qing'an naturally heard that Pei Qing was mocking her, but she was fully prepared for it before coming. So she just pretended not to know and thanked her with a smile: "Thank you, Pei Zhangyin."

She slowly walked to the desk, opened the food box, took out the contents and put them on the desk one by one.

"I got a pot of good wine, so I wanted to enjoy it with Pei Zhangyin."

Pei Qing glanced at the jade pot on the table. Before the wine was poured out, a fragrant aroma was already wafting out. It must be old wine, and it was indeed good wine.

"How did you get the princess? The noble concubine... shouldn't be able to reward you with such a thing, right?"

"Of course not," Song Qing'an pursed her lips and smiled lightly. She poured the wine and said, "This is what my mother left behind."

Pei Qing raised his eyebrows. Concubine Shu's possessions were related to the Lu family. She was a bit brave and dared to hand him the clue.

"My mother told me that this is an old custom of the Lu family. This wine can only be opened on the day of my daughter's wedding."

While she was talking, Song Qingan had already filled the wine cup. She put down the jade pot and handed it to Pei Qing with one hand.

"His Majesty granted me the title today. I was afraid that the appointment date was approaching, so I thought..."

Pei Qing reached out his hand, but did not take the wine cup immediately. Their fingertips overlapped. Song Qingan did not say any more, but he remained silent.

Her face was calm, but her heart was beating fast. She looked at Pei Qing's hands. The knuckles were long and pale, the wrist bones were thin, and the neat lines stretched upward and disappeared into the sleeves.

She stared at the hand, hoping it would take it quickly.

"Thanks to the princess's wrong love, our family is really flattered."

Pei Qing said this, but he didn't look "shocked" at all, and took the wine cup very calmly. Seeing this, Song Qing's heart relaxed slightly.

"I give you a toast." Song Qing'an raised her sleeves to cover her face and drank the wine in the glass. The rich wine made her dizzy for a moment. Song Qing'an tilted the wine cup slightly and showed Pei Qing the empty bottom of the cup.

Pei Qing lowered his eyes and smiled softly, but did not move. He just smelled the fragrance and sighed in his heart.

Lujia’s aging wine is well-deserved.

Song Qing'an picked up the jade pot again, but slowly moved closer to Pei Qing. She gently touched Pei Qing's shoulder while filling herself with wine.

The wine cup made a crisp and clear sound when touched lightly. Song Qing'an leaned forward slightly and clinked glasses with Pei Qing.

"This cup is to thank Pei Zhangshou for saving me."

After saying that, Song Qingan drank the glass of wine again.

Pei Qing still didn't move. Song Qingan didn't care and poured himself a third cup.

"This cup..." Song Qing'an placed the jade pot on the table and slowly put it into Pei Qing's arms. The wine spilled slightly and wet a small piece of clothes, "...Thank you for accepting Pei Qing's palm seal for me."

Feelings."

Pei Qing's hand holding the cup was right in front of her. Song Qing'an smiled and clinked glasses with him. Then, just like the previous two times, she drank it all in one gulp.

After three glasses of wine, her eyes were blurred, and her face was red, as if it was stained by peach blossom juice. The wine moistened her lips, and under the candlelight, the red lips showed a little sparkling.

The aroma of wine mixed with the Yuelin fragrance on Song Qingan's body, making her more intoxicating than old wine.

Pei Qing put his arm around Song Qing'an's shoulders. She was so limp that he suspected that Song Qing'an would slide down as soon as he let go.

He looked down at Song Qing'an's face, finally raised his hand and drank all the wine.

"Then our family would like to thank the princess for her love."

Seeing that Pei Qing had finally drunk, Song Qing'an was completely relieved. She was already a little drunk, so she let her emotions out.

Pei Qing saw the man in his arms suddenly smile, like clouds breaking through the moonlight, and the eyes looking at him were even more affectionate, as if they were truly happy.

"Are Pei Zhangyin happy?"

Song Qing'an asked softly, and without waiting for Pei Qing to answer, she lowered her long eyelashes, looking a bit charming and shy: "If Pei Qing is happy, I will be happy."

She felt the hands on her shoulders tighten, and a smile flashed across her lowered eyes.

"The princess is drunk."

Pei Qing's eyes were dark and showed no emotion. Song Qing'an's hand then climbed up and hooked his neck.

"Really?" Song Qingan leaned forward, his cheeks and cheeks were so close to Pei Qing's that they were almost touching each other.

"Whether you're drunk or awake, it'll be fine if you can follow my will."

Eyelashes like crow feathers seemed to be able to sweep across Pei Qing. Song Qingan murmured and kissed him gently on the corner of the lips.

Her head began to feel dizzy and she could no longer hold on. Song Qingan closed her eyes in time and leaned into Pei Qing's arms to relax.

While she was still conscious, she vaguely heard what Pei Qing said.

"...snow viewing party."

——

When Song Qing'an woke up again, she had returned to the bedroom of Changning Palace. She had changed all her clothes. She felt quite tired and did not want to get up even though she was awake.

But Zhu Yan heard the noise and came over to lift the curtain.

"I yesterday..."

"Master Zhangyin sent someone to send the princess back," Zhu Yan fetched water for Song Qing'an to rinse her mouth, and then said, "The princess can't do this again in the future. My maid looks at it. The princess was very drunk yesterday."

Song Qingxin sighed, her drinking capacity was indeed not very good, she only drank three glasses. But Pei Qing sent her back, which was a bit unexpected.

She originally thought that if she really wanted to spend the night there, that would be it.

Song Qing'an responded to the bamboo smoke carelessly, rinsed her mouth and then lay back down. The bamboo smoke held the back of her neck and said involuntarily: "Princess, please don't sleep, the people from the needlework bureau will be here soon."

Song Qing'an vaguely recalled that the needlework bureau had come to her some time ago and said they wanted to cut clothes for her...

She frowned and reluctantly got out of bed.
Chapter completed!