There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Whether it's mooncakes and pastries or colorful lanterns, she wanted to drag Jiang Mo along to experience them firsthand, completely disregarding any issues of efficiency.

Enjoying herself was her only purpose.

However, since it was her first time, some problems were bound to occur. With a small gasp, the bamboo strip that was about to be tied up bounced back and struck Hu Meier's palm.

With a loud crack, it sounded as if the teacher had struck her with a ruler.

Jiang Mo's heart tightened immediately. He pulled Hu Meier's palm over and examined it carefully. He saw that although there were obvious red marks on her palm, there were no cuts or wounds. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Meier is different from him after all.

With such delicate skin, one always feels that even a little force would hurt the other person. If the skin were to be cut by the bamboo strip, it would cause quite a bit of trouble.

However, upon looking up and seeing Hu Meier's slightly teary-eyed appearance, Jiang Mo couldn't help but mock her again:

"How can you be so clumsy? Didn't we handle a similar task when we made that kite together before? Oh, right, you stole my kite after you failed."

Seeing how worried Jiang Mo was about her, Hu Meier was initially touched.

But when she saw the other party bring up an unknown period of time again, she couldn't help but puff out her cheeks and pull her soft little hand back from Jiang Mo's palm.

"What's there to be proud of? I'll definitely make a better lantern than yours!"

Jiang Mo couldn't help but chuckle as he glanced at the crooked lantern frame in Hu Meier's hand, which looked like it could fall apart at any moment.

He then teased her in a mocking tone, "Oh, well, I'll be watching closely then~"

Hu Meier didn't answer, but just kept fiddling with the lantern in her hands, a sly look flashing in her bright eyes.

Clearly, they've come up with another idea.

The next day, Jiang Mo was confidently dragged by Hu Meier to the lantern-making site, where he stared in astonishment at the nine-tiered colorful lotus lantern that was over ten feet tall.

"So, are you convinced or not?"

Seeing Jiang Mo standing there in a daze, Hu Meier couldn't help but put her hands on her hips, looking quite smug.

"You must have had a mechanic do this, right? That's really using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"

Jiang Mo was indeed shocked, but he quickly noticed that the enormous lantern used some structures commonly used in mechanical arts, and immediately understood what was going on.

Huoyu Manor has a long-term partnership with the mechanical engineers.

Otherwise, Hu Meier wouldn't have concealed that small but quite famous crossbow in her sleeve. And this nine-colored lotus lantern was clearly the result of her enlisting the help of a master.

Money power.

Strong as always.

"Hmph, you didn't say I couldn't ask other people for help, did you? Besides, you're clearly skilled because you've studied this before, so how dare you laugh at me?"

Upon hearing the accusation, Jiang Mo simply smiled and offered no further explanation.

When asked about the inspiration for these snacks and lanterns, he only claimed that he had come across them when he was an apprentice, but in reality, he relied entirely on his imagination.

Kites or lanterns, it doesn't matter.

Even though Jiang Mo had been in contact with them before, he always just bought ready-made products; he never had the leisure to do it himself like this.

However, after opening up the eight extraordinary meridians, his control over his body became extraordinary.

Even though it was his first time doing this kind of work, Jiang Mo was able to learn and master it more than ten times faster than the average person.

It's naturally easy to learn.

However, there was no need to explain these things to Hu Meier. Looking at the nine-colored lotus lantern before him, which could easily be used as a landmark, Jiang Mo smiled and drawled:

"Okay, okay, I give up, I give up."

Time always flies when you're busy. While I was busy preparing and playing around with Hu Meier, the Mid-Autumn Festival quietly arrived.

That day, just as dawn was breaking, Hu Meier excitedly jumped out of bed.

Chapter 62: The Operation Begins

"Miss, you really got up very early today."

Covering her face, Chunlan yawned softly. She watched as Hu Meier, with her hair disheveled, opened the wardrobe and began picking and choosing. Her voice was filled with both helplessness and a hint of doting.

As Hu Meier's personal maid, Chunlan usually slept in the outer room next to Hu Meier's boudoir.

In this way, if there is any disturbance in the middle of the night, or if Hu Meier has any needs such as thirst or hunger, she can come immediately.

On weekdays, he would get up very early to prepare hot water and other necessities before helping Hu Meier get up.

If Hu Meier ever throws a tantrum and refuses to get out of bed, it can take quite a while of coaxing and pleading.

But today it's like the sun rose in the west.

Having served Hu Meier for so many years, this was the first time Chunlan had been shaken awake by Hu Meier so early in the morning, and she couldn't wait to urge her to come and help her choose clothes.

The anticipation for moon gazing during the Mid-Autumn Festival is palpable.

However, considering how much effort her young mistress had put into this matter these past few days, and how many things she had prepared and arranged, Chunlan felt that her anticipation and excitement were not excessive.

She looked up at the window and couldn't help but smile.

In the sky, which was not yet fully bright, the golden-red sun was slowly rising, but the clear sky and cloudless expanse were already visible.

The heavens are truly on our side, making it the perfect festival for moon gazing!

"Sister Chunlan, what do you think of this one? Doesn't it look a bit too serious and rigid? I feel like this style might suit you better than mine."

Lifting up a light blue dress, Hu Meier gestured to herself and asked a question.

On such an important occasion, one should naturally dress up and be dressed in finery, and new clothes are indispensable.

However, Hu Meier's problem was not that she didn't have suitable new clothes.

It's just that there are too many nice new clothes. When I pick up one, I can't help but look at another. I feel that each one has its own merits, and I can't make a decision at all.

In contrast, Jiang Mo, this rough and tough guy, had a much simpler preparation process.

He wore a night-walking bodysuit underneath for easy movement, concealed the feather blades he had secretly smuggled into the manor in his sleeves, and finally put on his usual servant uniform.

All done, time to head out.

The fledgling swallow followed closely beside Jiang Mo, but unlike the latter's relaxed demeanor, the little guy looked tense, as if it was he, not Jiang Mo, who was about to approach the secret of the treasure.

Relax, it's very simple.

Jiang Mo patted the fledgling's head and gave it a soft, confident instruction, having already arranged everything.

"There is still a lot of preparatory work to be done during the day, so I am very busy."

"When the moon rises above the willow tree, I will leave under the pretext of taking a short rest. At that time, not many people will pay attention to me. You just need to do the things I have given you."

Nodding in agreement, Chu Yan took a deep breath and her expression calmed down.

Just as Jiang Mo had expected, with the deadline fast approaching, everyone at the manor was extremely busy. Jiang Mo, who was involved in the preparations, was constantly being approached by various people, and all sorts of troubles that seemed to come out of nowhere needed his help.

For a time, they were incredibly busy, wishing they could keep their feet on the ground.

As night fell and the bright moon gradually climbed into the sky, the day's sacrifices and celebrations finally proceeded as scheduled.

Just as Jiang Mo predicted.

This rare and grand event attracted everyone from the entire resort, creating a massive, bustling crowd.

Gazing at the brightly decorated mountain resort, her eyes sparkled with amazement.

Although he was initially reluctant, seeing the magnificent scene of the decorated villa unfolding in the night, and hearing the praises and exclamations of the people around him, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel quite proud.

Unfortunately, he was not fortunate enough to enjoy this bustling and prosperous scene.

As everyone looked forward to the upcoming celebration, Jiang Mo, looking tired and exhausted, yawned repeatedly and walked against the flow of people to leave.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he paused slightly.

Turning her head to look back, she saw Hu Meier, the second young lady of the manor, following behind Huo Yugong onto the sacrificial altar, looking like a pure young girl serving the gods.

Today, she is a different person than Jiang Mo has ever seen before.

After much deliberation, Hu Meier chose an outfit closer to the style of the Central Plains: a moon-white, double-breasted long gown. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with delicate cloud patterns in silver thread, giving it a unique style; upon closer inspection, one could even discern a hint of fox-like allure in the patterns.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, the surface of the long robe gleamed with a warm, pearly luster.

The silver embroidery, with its almost invisible stitches, shimmered brilliantly under the candlelight, exuding both nobility and an air of purity untouched by worldly vulgarity.

It was as if a fairy from the moon palace had descended to earth.

Over his long robe, he wore a light purple gauze shawl that floated behind him like smoke and mist as he moved, as if he were dragging the moonlight down with him.

She wore a jade-green silk sash around her waist to prevent her attire from being too plain.

Jade pendants carved in various shapes, resembling the moon palace and the laurel tree, hung from the silk ribbon. As Hu Meier moved gracefully, these jade pendants swayed slightly.

Occasionally, when they collide, they produce a series of crisp and melodious sounds like wind chimes.

Her light brown hair was styled into an elegant updo, without the usual many ornaments adorning it, except for a simple white jade hairpin. The hairpin's head was carved into the shape of an osmanthus flower, with a few rice beads forming the stamens, making it look as if it had just been plucked from the osmanthus tree in the moon palace.

Her delicate face, bathed in the frost-like moonlight, appeared even more fair.

A crimson flower adorned her brow, making her face appear even more ethereal and otherworldly. A touch of light pink eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes further enhanced her already alluring features.

Noble elegance and alluring charm are wonderfully combined together.

This inevitably brings to mind the fox spirit Daji, who enjoyed the emperor's unparalleled favor in the harem; the term "femme fatale" is perfectly suited to describe them.

In an instant, both the bright moon in the sky and the bright lanterns around us paled in comparison.

This left countless onlookers stunned.

Her beauty is so captivating, even the moon hides its face and the flowers blush with shame.

Even though he had spent many days by Hu Meier's side, Jiang Mo still couldn't help but feel a little dazed when he saw her current appearance.

"How wonderful..."

Muttering something under his breath, Jiang Mo turned and continued walking out, unaware that Hu Meier was trying her best to maintain a dignified demeanor, her eyes subtly shifting as she tried to find a familiar figure in the crowd.

After turning a corner, the servant's uniform he had been wearing was removed.

Jiang Mo, who had instantly changed his appearance, returned to his long-lost image as a petty thief. Although his face was covered by a mask, the sharp glint in his eyes showed that he did not look tired or exhausted at all, despite his yawning just now.

Instead, she looked quite energetic, making her seem like a completely different person.