Xiziqing

A good brother was troubled by the need to break off a marriage engagement,
After drinking, the young Marquis of Marquis Duanjing Residence, Yan Qing, was willing to take a stab for his good brother, "It's just a woman, right? I'll marry her!"
When the alcohol wore off, he looked at Ling Hua who had come to find him—
He regretted it so much his guts turned green!
At the age of thirteen, Ling Hua struck the complaint drum to bring a lawsuit to the Emperor's attention, daring to risk her life by dragging down the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor's family from power, saving the entire Ling Family and thus making a name for herself in the Capital City. Three years later, she reorganized the Ling Family, firmly grasping it in her hands, leaving no one able to shake it.
Every time Yan Qing mentioned her, he sighed with emotion, thankful he didn't marry this woman.
—In the end, he married her!
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Yan Qing: A young man holding a grasp of the crisp breeze, intoxicating the verdant courtyard with the fragrance of orchids for miles
Ling Hua: Stained by the color of Begonia from Qiyun Mountain, worthy of plucking a single bloom to hasten the adornment of makeup

The Strategy of Love

After Yan Qing left, Ling Hua sat at the desk waiting.


The old woman, a light sleeper, got up to relieve herself not long after lying down. Seeing the light on in the room, she asked in a low voice, "Young Master, Madam? Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"


Ling Hua thought for a moment and replied, "Granny, your kang is too cold."


The old woman sighed, "It's my forgetfulness, Young Master, and Madam are noble people, delicate in constitution. I didn't burn enough firewood, naturally, you would be cold."


She immediately said, "I'll go add some firewood right away and warm up the kang for you."


Ling Hua stood up at once, opened the door, and told her, "I can go light the fire; you should rest."


The old woman looked at her skeptically, "Can the young lady light the kang?"


The old woman nodded without demur, "Very well, the flint is on the stove, and the firewood is piled in the woodshed; you go ahead and light it."


Chapter 34: Apprenticeship (Second Update)_1