The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 2 Lu Zhan
Sure enough, Madam Wei continued, "I shouldn't be telling you this, but since you have no other relatives, I've thought it over and decided that I should discuss it with you."

Zhiwan was initially taken aback, as this was quite sudden. She had thought that it would take at least some time before her aunt would arrange a marriage for her.

Then, thinking about the benefits of getting married, she felt a secret joy in her heart.

Once she gets married, she won't have to live a life of dependence anymore, and she certainly won't have those...shameful erotic dreams anymore.

Thinking of this, she obediently said, "Wan'er will leave it to Aunt to decide."

Madam Wei squeezed her hand tightly, "Since you have no objections, then starting tomorrow, your aunt will begin to make arrangements for you. Don't worry, your aunt will definitely choose a good husband for you."

"Thank you very much, Aunt," Zhiwan said gratefully.

Madam Wei smiled and said, "Tell your aunt what you think about your future husband. For example, what kind of man do you want to marry? That way I can look for someone who fits your criteria."

Zhiwan's pretty face flushed slightly. For some reason, a vision of a man from her dream flashed through her mind—his tall, slender figure, his strong waist, his powerful arms…

Her face grew increasingly red, and she suddenly realized that the reason she kept having those kinds of dreams must be because she was so desperate for a man.

When Madam Wei saw that her face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, she assumed she was shy and laughed out loud, teasingly asking, "Why is your face so red?"

“Wan’er…” Zhi Wan came back to her senses, but after saying just two words, she found her voice was a little hoarse. She quickly picked up her teacup and took a sip to cover up her strangeness. After calming down, she said softly, “Wan’er has no thoughts. Wan’er trusts Aunt’s judgment.”

Her voice was naturally soft, and when she spoke, it gave people a very well-behaved feeling.

Upon hearing this, Madam Wei was both happy and gratified, but she still said, "No matter what, your thoughts are the most important. You must tell your aunt what you are thinking."

Seeing the loving and caring expression on her elder's face, Zhiwan's lips moved, and she almost blurted out: I want to find a tall and strong man.

Fortunately, she still had her senses and stopped herself in time.

Her aunt would definitely think she was frivolous if she said those words.

Zhiwan secretly patted her chest, feigning shyness, and lowered her voice slightly, "Aunt, I want to marry... a refined and polite man."

Marrying a refined and polite man is what a young girl like her should say.

What she didn't know was that Lu Zhan had excellent hearing; even when she lowered her voice, he could still hear her clearly from inside the room.

Thinking of his little cousin, her innocent face, and the way she expressed her desire to marry a refined and polite man, Lu Zhan couldn't help but want to laugh.

How old is the little girl?

It seemed that the conversation between the two people outside wouldn't end so quickly, and since they were talking about matters of the young lady's boudoir, he really couldn't listen to it any longer. So he coughed lightly and walked out of the inner room.

When she saw the man emerge from behind the beaded curtain, Zhiwan was completely dumbfounded.

Why was my cousin in the inner room?

Thinking about her behavior and words just now, she suddenly wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Oh my god, did my cousin not hear what she just said?
Zhiwan felt very embarrassed.

Her already flushed face now blushed all the way down to her neck, and her head drooped down to her chest.

"Lu Zhan, where is your manners?" Madam Wei glared at her son, clearly displeased by his sudden appearance.

"I still have a lot of official business to attend to," Lu Zhan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Lady Wei was speechless.

My son is indeed very busy.

As Lu Zhan was leaving, he paused, then suddenly turned to Wei Shi and said, "Isn't he still just a child? Isn't it a bit too early for him to be looking for a husband?"

Zhiwan was startled and looked up, only to see the man's departing back.

Wei was somewhat annoyed, yet also somewhat helpless.

This son has always been unconventional and opinionated; the opinions of others cannot sway him at all.

Thinking of what her son had said, she couldn't help but mutter, "Well, he can't be like you, twenty-five and still not married, can he? What kind of talk would that be?"

As she spoke, Madam Wei rubbed her forehead, looking troubled. This son was good in every way, except he refused to marry.

Children his age can already run and jump.

Fearing that Zhiwan would be influenced by him, he quickly said to her, "Don't listen to your cousin. He doesn't want to get married himself, and he's trying to stop you. We don't have to get married right away. We can take our time to choose. We'll talk about marriage when we find a good one."

Zhiwan's face was still very red. She suppressed her embarrassment and obediently said, "Yes, Wan'er will listen to Aunt." After saying that, seeing that Wei Shi was not very comfortable, she got up and walked behind her, and said considerately, "Let me give Aunt a massage."

Madam Wei patted her hand, "Our Wan'er is still the most obedient and sensible."

Seeing that she did not refuse, Zhiwan rubbed her hands together to warm them and then began to massage her temples.

Her pressure was just right, making Ms. Wei feel very comfortable.

Not long after, Wei's eyelids drooped, and after a while, she fell asleep.

Seeing this, Zhiwan slowly stopped what she was doing.

Granny Fang brought a blanket and gently covered Wei Shi with it.

Then the two of them quietly went out.

Once outside, Granny Fang smiled and praised, "Miss, your technique is truly excellent. No wonder Madam always praises you."

"That's because my aunt is flattering me," Zhiwan said modestly.

Granny Fang looked at her and sighed inwardly. What a fine girl she was, it's a pity there's no one left in her family.

"Since Aunt is asleep, I'll head back now," Zhiwan said.

"This old servant will see you off," said Granny Fang hurriedly.

"It's only a few steps, no need to trouble yourself," Zhiwan stopped her.

After leaving the Orchid Courtyard, Zhiwan took Shuang'er and went to the garden.

Spring has arrived, and the garden is filled with blooming flowers and fluttering butterflies, a scene of bright and sunny spring.

Zhiwan stood under a magnolia tree and saw many petals on the ground. She squatted down, picked up the petals, and wrapped them in a handkerchief.

She loves the fragrance of magnolia flowers and dries some every year to make sachets.

Shuang'er also squatted down to help pick them up.

As they were picking things up, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of the master and servant.

Before the two could react, those feet began to grind the magnolia blossoms on the ground.

The magnolia petals, which were originally in perfect condition, were instantly crushed into a pulp.

When Zhiwan looked up and saw Lu Xin's malicious face, she wasn't very surprised.

In the entire Duke of Dingguo's mansion, only Lu Xin would do such a foolish thing.

"Zhiwan, have you fallen so low that you have to pick up flower petals from the ground to make incense? Has our Duke's Mansion mistreated you?" Lu Xin looked down at Zhiwan, deliberately kicking the crushed flower petals on the ground with her toe, her voice mocking.

The other party was clearly looking for trouble, which made Zhiwan frown slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just looked down at the broken petals on the ground with regret and stood up.

She patted her skirt, ignored Lu Xin, and turned to leave with her maid.

Seeing this, Lu Xin gave a wink to the maid beside her.

The maid understood and immediately rushed forward, knocking the handkerchief containing flower petals from Shuang'er's hand.

In an instant, the entire bag of flower petals fell to the ground.

Before Shuang'er could react, the maid had already crushed the flower petals in a few quick movements.

(End of this chapter)