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"Would you like to go for a walk?"

Han Fei's voice rang in my ears, deep and gentle, with a hint of inquiry.

He looked down at her, his fingertips still lingering on her waist, not letting go.

Liu Yunshu slightly raised her head from his embrace, the corners of her eyes still bearing the blush of shyness from before, like the morning dew on the tips of peach petals in early spring, clear and delicate.

She looked out of the carriage curtain, nodded gently, and said in a soft, sweet voice:

"it is good."

Han Fei's smile deepened as he carefully adjusted the silver fox-collared brocade cloak she was wearing, smoothing out the fluffy, soft fox fur at the collar.

He then reached out and gently smoothed the slightly disheveled hair at her temples, which had become messy from their earlier intimacy, before lifting the heavy carriage curtain.

Li Dehou was standing by the carriage. When he saw the two get out, he quickly bowed and quietly brought a spare black cloak with dark patterns to them.

Han Fei took it and casually draped it over his arm.

Li De then stepped back two steps, glanced around, and made a barely perceptible gesture to the guards who were disguised as pedestrians and scattered on guard in the distance.

The group understood and blended in more naturally.

The winter sun is pale and thin, shining on the cobblestone streets, and the air is filled with the warm aroma of various foods, spices and people.

The two walked slowly along the bustling street, their fingers intertwined.

Arriving at a magnificent building, the three large gilded characters "Jin Man Lou" (meaning "Golden Mansion") gleamed in the sunlight.

This is a well-known jewelry shop in the capital, with a spacious storefront and people who come and go dressed smartly.

The waiter was standing at the door greeting customers when he spotted the couple who had come hand in hand.

The man was tall and upright, with a noble and extraordinary air, while the woman was even more beautiful and dressed in luxurious attire.

He immediately felt absolutely certain, and his face instantly plastered with an impeccable, obsequious smile.

He strode quickly out the door, bowed deeply, and spoke in a clear yet respectful voice:

"Greetings, young man and lady! Would you like to come in and have a look?"

"Our shop recently received a batch of top-quality goods from Jiangnan!"

"This gold-inlaid hairpin with kingfisher feathers is crafted using the skills of a master craftsman from the Suzhou embroidery workshop; the peacock feathers are inlaid so vividly and realistically!"

"And there's also a fine mutton-fat jade bracelet, with excellent translucency and a warm, lustrous texture, perfectly complementing your snow-white skin and beautiful face!"

He pronounced "Madam" with exceptional ease and clarity.

Sure enough, those two words clearly reached Han Fei's ears.

He raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, his originally indifferent expression softening noticeably, even showing a hint of obvious pleasure.

He stopped and glanced at the waiter's eager face.

He glanced down at Liu Yunshu beside him, whose cheeks were slightly flushed from the address, and a playful smile curved his lips.

"Oh?"

He responded loudly, his tone carrying a hint of leisure and interest.

"Since there's such a good thing, let's go in and take a look."

As he spoke, he exerted a little force on his hand and led Liu Yunshu across the high threshold of Jinmanlou.

The shop was warm and cozy, with the charcoal burning brightly, dispelling all the chill outside.

A faint scent of sandalwood and the distinctive woody fragrance of a jewelry box floated in the air.

Everywhere you look, there is a dazzling array of jewels and precious stones, almost blindingly so. Each piece lies quietly in a box covered with brocade, yet it exudes a silent luxury.

The waiter quickly led the two to a quiet and elegant counter in the innermost room.

With deft hands and feet, she took out one exquisite brocade box after another from the cabinet, opened them one by one, and carefully spread them out on the brocade.

"Madam, please take a look."

He pointed to one of the hairpins, his voice full of admiration.

"This red gold hairpin with inlaid kingfisher feathers is made with real kingfisher feathers, each one individually inlaid. The shades of green change with the light, making it look almost alive! And there are also these two mutton-fat jade bracelets..."

He then picked up a pair of jade bracelets. The jade was indeed of excellent quality, white as solid fat, warm and lustrous.

"Feel it, isn't it warm to the touch? This moisture, this oiliness, you'd be hard-pressed to find another pair like this in the capital!"

"Wearing it on such a beautiful wrist as yours would be a perfect match, adding the finishing touch!"

Han Fei's gaze fell on the kingfisher hairpin, and he reached out and took it.

The hairpin is quite heavy, with extremely exquisite craftsmanship. The kingfisher feather inlay is brightly colored and layered, making it truly remarkable.

He turned around, facing Liu Yunshu who was bowing her head slightly, and gently brushed aside a strand of hair at her temple with his fingertips, slowly inserting the gold hairpin into her thick, black hair bun.

"have a look,"

Han Fei's deep voice sounded above her head, carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

Do you like it?

A polished brass mirror stands next to the counter.

Liu Yunshu did as instructed and looked up.

The woman in the mirror had cloud-like hair and a beautiful kingfisher feather hairpin inserted at an angle. The kingfisher feathers shimmered and the gold threads sparkled, making her already exquisite eyebrows and eyes even more beautiful and charming.

The fox fur collar framed her delicate chin, her cheeks still flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a breathtaking beauty.

She stretched out her slender fingertips and touched the cool hairpin very lightly, a faint but genuine smile unconsciously curving her lips.

She gazed at him in the mirror, her voice soft and sweet, filled with the joy of being pleased:

"nice."

Han Fei's gaze was fixed on her smiling face in the mirror.

That smile was like a peach blossom blooming on a branch, beautiful and charming, striking straight into the softest corner of his heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He reached out from behind and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer into his embrace.

His chin rested gently on her slender neck, his warm breath caressing her sensitive earlobes and the skin of her neck. His voice was low and deep, filled with doting affection and possessiveness.

"Buy them all if you like them."

The waiter watched with wide eyes, his heart filled with joy, knowing he had struck gold today.

He suppressed his excitement and flattered her even more fervently:

"Young master, you have excellent taste! What a magnificent style! This hairpin is a perfect match for your wife; even a fairy descending to earth couldn't be more beautiful!"

"This jade bracelet is especially destined for you, Madam. Look at your wrist, your complexion. Wearing this bracelet, even Chang'e in the Moon Palace would feel ashamed of herself..."

Liu Yunshu's body went slightly weak from his embrace, and her cheeks burned.

She gave his chest a gentle, slightly embarrassed push, her voice barely audible, tinged with reproach:

"You've given me a lot before. I still have many of those in the storeroom that I haven't even worn yet."

She recalled the endless stream of jewel boxes sent to the side hall of the Qianqing Palace, each piece priceless, piled up almost like a small mountain.

Han Fei chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest clearly transmitted through the fabric of their clothes to her back, carrying a captivating magnetism.

"Those are those,"

He lowered his head, his warm lips almost brushing against her already reddened earlobe.

His voice was extremely low, hoarse beyond belief, with an almost seductive gentleness.

"Today is today."

He paused, then pressed his lips to her burning earlobe, declaring each word clearly and firmly:

"My little girl deserves all the most beautiful things in the world. Now that I've seen them and fallen in love with them, they should be yours."

After saying that, he looked up at the waiter who was trying to hold his breath and make his presence known, but was actually so excited that he was about to dance with joy.

He casually gestured with his chin toward the open brocade boxes on the counter, his tone returning to its usual haughty manner:

"Put these..."

He paused, then added.

"And those best items that you have on display in your store today, and those from your warehouse, wrap them all up."

The waiter was so happy he almost fainted; his voice trembled with excitement.

"Alright! Young master, you have such a discerning eye and love your wife dearly! I'll go right away! I'll make sure to pick out the very best for her and wrap it up nicely!"

As he spoke, he kept calling for the other men to come and help, afraid that if he was a step too slow, the big spender would change his mind.

For a moment, the Jinmanlou restaurant was slightly agitated by this "private sale" style purchase, and the manager was also alerted and came out to greet them personally.

Han Fei's mind was clearly not on those priceless jewels.

He still had his arm around Liu Yunshu, his gaze lingering intently on her profile, which appeared even more beautiful with shyness. He whispered something to her, which made her smile faintly from time to time.

Those piles of brocade boxes were nothing more than little trinkets to him, meant to make her smile.

Xiao Jingyu, dressed in an indigo brocade robe with gold-embroidered arrow sleeves and a black cloak, stepped in from outside the door.

As soon as I entered, I saw the couple embracing in front of the counter.

A strange, intense sense of familiarity, like an ice pick, suddenly pierced Xiao Jingyu's mind, causing his heart to clench abruptly!

The man in front of the counter seemed to notice the gaze behind him and turned his head slightly.

Eyes facing each other.

Xiao Jingyu's pupils contracted sharply, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly!

That face, deeply etched into the bone, exuding natural majesty—was none other than the current emperor, Han Fei!

Almost at the same moment, it seemed to sense the movement of the person behind it.

The woman also turned her head slightly, and in her clear, almond-shaped eyes, there was still a lingering, soft smile and a faint shyness.

Time, air, sound... everything seemed to have vanished.

Willow, cloud, and gentle breeze.

The one he had personally watched being sent to the palace three years ago, the one he thought he would never see again, the one who might have already withered away in the hardships of the laundry department... Liu Yunshu.

Compared to her youthful naiveté three years ago, she is now lively and radiant.

Now, her features have matured, making her even more exquisite and captivating.

When Han Fei caught sight of him, the gentle smile on his face did not completely fade, but his eyes darkened slightly, as if an undercurrent had appeared beneath the calm surface of a lake.

When that gaze swept over him, it carried a condescending, all-knowing indifference, and a hint of...undisguised coldness and warning.

He lowered his head, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him, and gently wiped away a non-existent trace from the corner of Liu Yunshu's lips with his fingertips.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Xiao Jingyu, who was standing frozen at the door, to hear clearly; it was a gentle voice filled with doting affection.

"Yunshu, are you hungry after walking around for so long?"

He raised his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the other end of the street outside the window.

"There's a restaurant called 'Yipinlou' not far ahead. They say their roasted pigeon has crispy skin and tender meat, and their jadeite shumai has a juicy and flavorful filling—it's a specialty of Beijing. Shall we go try it?"

The warm breath sprayed on her ear, and Liu Yunshu felt a tingling sensation on half of her body, her ear tips turning so red they almost bled.

She buried her face in his chest, nodded gently, and made a barely audible "hmm".

This soft, gentle response was like a fine needle, piercing the last barrier in Xiao Jingyu's mind called "illusion."

it is true……

It's really her.

She not only lived, but lived... in such a way.

It was so cherished and held in the palm of the emperor's hand.