Chapter 65 ROTNDOHRF

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Rebirth of the Noble Daughter of a High Ranking Family

Chapter 65:

Offering the Beautiful Miss a Spring Flower

"Already with such brilliant performances on the pipa and qin, it seems impossible to captivate hearts with any other performance," thought Xiao Tianye. That's why he deliberately said such words, aiming to provoke Ouyang Nuan.

Not only Ouyang Nuan, but even Madam Shen felt that Prince Qin was deliberately causing trouble for her niece, causing her to furrow her brows. Lin Yuanxin's face showed a hint of anger, and she was about to speak up.

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However, Ouyang Nuan smiled and said, "That's only natural. However, it will require the assistance of the Princess. I wonder if the Princess is willing?"

Princess Rong's beautiful eyes curved slightly as she smiled and asked, "What do you need me to do, Miss Ouyang?"

"Since Prince Qin does not allow me to perform another piece on the qin, and Nuan has no other preparations, I can only write a few words for everyone," Ouyang Nuan smiled, "But writing takes time, and it would be boring for everyone to wait. I've heard that the Princess's dancing skills are captivating, yet I've never had the chance to witness them. Would you be willing to perform a dance?"

Princess Rong glanced at the Grand Princess and smiled, "What does the Grand Princess think?"

The Grand Princess surveyed the crowd and saw the expectant and excited expressions on everyone's faces. She nodded in agreement.

Ouyang Nuan smiled, "In that case, I'll trouble the Princess."

Princess Rong stood up, her smile as soft and noble as ever. "Please, Miss Ouyang."

Princess Rong's dance skills were rarely seen by outsiders in the palace, and Ouyang Nuan seldom participated in such occasions. The prospect of both beauties performing together was undoubtedly worth looking forward to, sparking anticipation and imagination among the audience. Applause erupted, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Mother, Nuan is really foolish. How could she give such a good opportunity to Princess Rong?" Lin Yuanxin sighed softly next to Lady Shen.

Madam Shen glanced at Ouyang Nuan and heard her eldest daughter's sigh. She couldn't help but shake her head. In terms of depth of scheming, Yuanxin was far inferior to Nuan. Marrying into the Crown Prince's residence, she didn't know what the outcome would be. With this thought in mind, her originally joyful mood immediately dampened.

Beside them, Lin Yuanrou let out a cold laugh. "I've heard that Princess Rong's dancing skills are captivating. What does her calligraphy count for? She's truly ignorant. She's asking for humiliation!"

Madam Jiang raised her eyebrows and glanced at her own daughter, saying lightly, "Let's hope so!"

On the men's side, Xiao Qinghan walked over and nudged Ouyang Jue, saying, "What's wrong with your sister? She insisted on performing and even brought Ke Rong along. Does she think Princess Rong's reputation isn't enough? I just bet a thousand taels of gold that your sister would win. I even wagered a pair of my beloved Haidongqing!"

Ouyang Jue looked helplessly at the gleaming eyes of the other man and said, "Prince Yun, my sister has never liked to be in the limelight."

"Oh, does that mean I'm doomed to lose?" Xiao Qinghan widened his eyes, his face suddenly filled with worry.

Before Xiao Yueming could mock him, someone suddenly said, "... Not necessarily."

Ouyang Jue turned to look at the speaker, only to see Prince Qin sitting leisurely, twirling a petal that had drifted his way absentmindedly, crushing it between his fingers. His other hand lifted a cup from the table, taking a sip of wine as if completely undisturbed by the noise outside.

Sensing Ouyang Jue's gaze, he raised his eyes, offering a faint smile that carried a strange sensation. After a moment, as if recalling something, he suddenly asked, "What does Prince Ming think?"

It was worth mentioning that this Prince Qin was also a remarkably handsome man. 'Of course, if he'd be more so if he weren't so annoying,' Ouyang Jue thought.

Prince Ming, however, seemed oblivious to everything as he listened to his subordinate's report. He glanced over casually and asked, "What's the matter?"

A moment of silence ensued, the atmosphere chilling noticeably. Everyone avoided eye contact, feeling stifled and speechless.

Being blatantly ignored like this was probably intolerable for the usually highly regarded Prince of Qin. His complexion turned pale, with a tinge of blue and black. Thankfully, his aristocratic upbringing prevented him from exploding. With a disdainful snort, he turned away.

At that moment, the sound of music filled the air.

All eyes were successfully drawn to Princess's Rong graceful figure. Her robe billowed in the wind, long sleeves intertwining as she swayed to the music. With a soft voice, she sang:

"Like a cloud in the sky, you resemble a bird among clouds,

We follow each other, relying on each other, basking in the sun and wind.

Like water in a lake, you resemble a flower in the water,

We are close and affectionate, bathing in the moonlight and playing with shadows.

Why do people gather and part in this world?

In this world, what joys and sorrows exist?

I only hope to be with you forever,

Never to be a fleeting moment like the morning glory."

This dance, originally a love song from ancient poetry, was later composed and choreographed by Princess Rong herself. She removed the explicit romance from the poetry while retaining its poetic charm. The result is a captivating performance that stirs the heart and ignites emotions.

As Ke Rong sang about playing with shadows in the moonlight, she suddenly twisted her waist to the left, tossing her sleeves and feet. The long sleeves stretched out like a released arrow, creating a "flying" effect. At the mention of "playing with shadows," her sleeves sharply dropped to the right while her body swiftly moved to the left. With her sleeves trailing to the left, her graceful figure and sleeves swayed back and forth, resembling flowing clouds or a galloping celestial steed.

All these movements flowed seamlessly with the lyrics "I only hope to be with you forever," as if a young maiden was frolicking in the spring, exuding freshness and charm. The garden was adorned with countless flowers, and as a breeze swept through, the dreamy scene of petals dancing in the air added to the enchantment of the dance and music. It mesmerized the audience, leaving them speechless and completely captivated by the mesmerizing performance.

While everyone's attention was captivated by the Princess, someone still noticed that at this moment, Ouyang Nuan had already begun on her side. She stood quietly under a peach tree, her thin veil gently fluttering, her attire as elegant as silk, and her beauty akin to jade. Despite being amidst the bustling and mundane surroundings, she seemed as if she stood in a tranquil study, unaffected by the dazzling beauty before her, her mind undisturbed.

At the end of the dance, the Princess gracefully paused her movements and looked towards Ouyang Nuan. Following her gaze, the crowd turned their attention to Ouyang Nuan. Without a trace of timidity, she smiled and stopped her brush, saying, "Please, everyone, take a look."

A maid picked up the piece of paper and presented it to the crowd. On the elegant flower paper was written a poem:

"A peerless beauty stands alone, untouched by worldly affairs.

A glance can captivate a city, a second glance can captivate a nation.

Ignorant of whether it's the city or the nation that falls, the beauty is hard to come by again."

The calligraphy was graceful, the ink exuding fragrance.

This was a popular poem circulating in the streets. The Grand Princess nodded in approval and said, "Well done, reminiscent of the literary style of Lady Wei in her prime. Princess, please continue your dance."

In the second section, Ke Rong had changed to a different dance. With delicate hands and graceful movements, she spun like the misty moonlight on water. Her gentle smile and graceful waist movements, reminiscent of swaying willow branches, accompanied her light steps and flowing hair. The melody was softer than the first, and her dance more charming and affectionate, prompting sighs of admiration for her graceful demeanor.

As Ouyang Nuan watched Princess Rong, she felt a slight stirring in her heart. Dipping her brush into the thick ink of pine smoke, she wrote a few lines on a plain sheet of paper. When Princess Rong paused after finishing the section of her dance, the maid presented the written words to the audience. Cheers and praises filled the air. On the plain sheet were written:

"On the autumn evening of the splendid feast, sleeves flutter amidst clouds and rain.

Graceful as orchids and green vines, elegant as a swimming dragon.

Softly breaking through the waves like lotus, scattered snow swirling in the wind.

Eyes longing for the fallen bait, robes gently brushing against the air.

Only sorrow lies in failing to grasp, as it flies away chasing after startled swans."

The Grand Princess chuckled, "The phrase 'chasing after startled swans' is exquisite! It truly captures the beauty of Princess Rong and the graceful steps of this dance."

Princess Rong smiled brightly, whispering, "Startled swans... Startled swans... These two words are perfect. Ouyang Miss's description is indeed apt. I have already choreographed this dance, but I have been unable to find a fitting name. From now on, let's call it the Dance of Startled Swans."

Ouyang Nuan smiled faintly, saying, "As long as Princess Rong enjoys it."

Madam Shen nodded silently, remarking, "The unique charm of the old Marquis's calligraphy is fully embodied in Nuan's brushstrokes. If he were still alive and could see Nuan's calligraphy today, he would surely drink three cups in joyful celebration!"

On the other side, Xiao Yueming sighed and said, "This Miss Ouyang truly possesses a keen and discerning heart. It's as if she understands Princess Rong's thoughts very well." Despite giving numerous gifts, he had yet to earn even a smile from the beauty. This Ouyang Nuan, with just two words, had gained the approval of the princess. How could he not feel disheartened?

Xiao Qinghan asked in a low voice, "Master Ouyang, does your sister also understand dance music?"

Far more than just understanding, Ouyang Jue smiled, without answering. He had seen his sister practice dancing with his own eyes. Whenever she danced, Hongyu always played the sheng accompaniment. Once, during a lively dance, a sudden gust of wind arose.

His sister danced with the wind, as if she were about to fly away, and he found himself mesmerized, fearing she would be blown away, he rushed to grab her with all his might. After a while, the wind ceased, but his sister's beautiful dress was crumpled from his grasp.

Just describing her graceful dancing, his sister was no less than Princess Rong, yet she did not seize this moment to showcase herself, willingly relinquishing such an opportunity... Ouyang Jue deeply understood the intricacies behind this.

In the third section, Princess Rong resumed her performance. Aside from the music, the entire garden fell into silence. She spun and twirled, her long skirt swirling around her, her sleeves slipping down. The wide collar accentuated her unparalleled beauty, wild and enchanting.

Her hair bun became disheveled, covering her eyes, strands of hair flying. She danced with such allure, her breath growing faster and faster, swaying like snowflakes in the air, like weeds dancing in the wind, even the rushing chariot seemed slower, and the whirlwind paled in comparison. She spun left and right tirelessly, revolving endlessly. It seemed as if this incessant spinning would lift her up with the wind and send her spiraling away completely.

No one could have imagined that Princess Rong, with her enchanting beauty, would dance with such excitement and vigor. Only a faint smile graced the corners of the Grand Princess's mouth. Could it be that Ke Rong had taken it seriously after all, stirred by a young girl who was still so young? Even she could see that Ouyang Nuan was intentionally yielding, let alone the incomparably clever Ke Rong...

When she finished her dance, another piece of writing was presented before the crowd, and many were wide-eyed in disbelief. Unfolded on the ancient scroll was a piece of wild cursive calligraphy. The characters danced with abandon, flowing freely in all directions, demonstrating an extraordinary ability to change and transform.

It truly embodied the essence of wielding the brush like swirling clouds and mist. Everyone forgot about elegance, eagerly crowding around to examine it closely. The last line of the wild cursive was particularly striking, its bold strokes piercing through the paper, exuding a sense of agility and dynamism.

The Grand Princess silently watched, thinking to herself, "Her brushwork truly captures the essence of Master Zhang's calligraphy. She writes just like me, I wonder how long she has practiced alone?"

Xiao Qinghan widened his eyes and exclaimed, "I can't understand a single word she wrote—"

The crowd erupted into laughter and banter. In royal circles, every prince and princess was well-versed in literature and had their own areas of expertise. However, Prince Yun had been doted on since childhood. It was said that the Princess Consort of Yun treated him like a treasure, always protecting him whenever Prince Zhou tried to discipline him. As a result, he lacked proficiency in both literary and martial arts. Fortunately, he was not the crown prince, so his lack of literary skills wasn't a significant drawback. However, speaking so openly about it in public was indeed amusing.

Xiao Qingxian sighed helplessly and glanced at him, whispering, "Indeed, excellent calligraphy. What's remarkable is her ability to draw inspiration from various sources and seamlessly integrate them without leaving a trace. Miss Ouyang possesses talents from multiple disciplines, truly admirable."

Xiao Yueming nodded in agreement as he observed the wild cursive script. "Miss Ouyang's talents are remarkable, but it's a pity she's just a woman," he remarked.

Ouyang Jue shook his head with a smile and replied, "Father has said the same thing. However, my sister often says that regardless of gender, how one conducts oneself in society should be the same. It's not about achieving fame and status, but about living without regrets and with a clear conscience. There's nothing to regret."

"At such a young age, it's indeed commendable," a deep voice resonated. As the words were spoken, all eyes turned to Prince Ming.

Xiao Tianye lowered his wine glass, about to say something, but Prince Ming glanced at him, leaving Xiao Tianye momentarily stunned, frozen in place by the piercing coldness of the prince's gaze. Any sarcastic remark died on his lips.

Xiao Qinghan stuck out his tongue and whispered to Ouyang Jue, "Wow, it's not easy for your sister to earn praise from Prince Ming. He never compliments anyone."

Indeed, the tone in which Prince Ming uttered those words didn't convey even a hint of praise. Ouyang Jue shuddered, feeling that this prince, who was renowned for his prowess and invincibility, was far from what he had imagined. Shouldn't a young commander who could decisively win battles and strike down enemies in an instant be the bold, hearty type, known for drinking and feasting heartily? Why was it like this... Ouyang Jue couldn't shake off the feeling disappointment from shattered illusions.

In the final dance, Princess Rong's movements returned to their soft elegance. Given her natural disposition, she was inherently charming and graceful. Pushing herself to perform a vigorous dance was already at its limit, especially after three dances. She appeared slightly fatigued, so she gracefully danced a popular dance from the palace, known as the "Lingbo Dance."

Her movements were soft and light, resembling floating clouds and gently rippling water. To the spectators, it seemed as if she transformed into a dancing phoenix or a falling petal under the moonlight, at times casting shimmering reflections like flowers in the moonlight, and at other times resembling a flowing river in spring. It was as if a celestial maiden from the Dragon Palace was gracefully gliding on the waves. Truly, her performance was breathtaking, leaving everyone in awe.

However, despite the admiration for Princess Rong's dance, the spectators had grown accustomed to such graceful movements. Their attention gradually shifted to Ouyang Nuan, wondering what surprising display she would present.

This time, Ouyang Nuan did not showcase calligraphy but rather her talent in painting. With a gentle hand, she quickly sketched while Princess Rong gracefully danced.

When she finished and presented her work to the audience, some couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment. On the paper lay a profusion of blooming flowers, meticulously depicted with vibrant colors and lifelike details, capturing the beauty of the garden. However, compared to Princess Rong's extraordinary dance, the painting seemed somewhat ordinary.

Seeing the reaction, Lin Yuanrou couldn't help but smile, hiding the sarcasm behind her fan, and chuckled softly, "It's just a floral painting, nothing extraordinary."

As the maid turned the paper around, everyone gasped in surprise. On the back was another painting, a masterpiece depicting a stunningly beautiful woman. Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief. Double-sided embroidery was common, but double-sided painting was unheard of! Upon closer inspection, they realized that the painting wasn't directly drawn on the back; instead, it was a reflection from the front.

Ignoring decorum, Xiao Qinghan hurriedly rushed over and examined the painting closely. After a moment, he pointed at Princess Rong and exclaimed, "Princess, it's you!"

Princess Rong gazed intently at the painting of the beautiful woman gracefully dancing, realizing that it was indeed herself. Ouyang Nuan had captured her own beauty while she danced. A smile appeared on Princess Rong's face, touched by the unexpected gesture.

The crowd was astonished by Ouyang Nuan's actions. When she requested a wine cup from Xiao Qinghan, he blushed and handed it to her without hesitation.

Everyone watched in surprise, wondering what Ouyang Nuan was about to do. Then, with a slight smile, she poured the wine onto the painting. After a moment, a miraculous scene unfolded before their eyes.

The painting transformed magically when the wine was poured onto it, revealing the image of the beautiful woman dancing amidst the flowers as if it had always been meant to be that way. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as though the woman was gracefully moving among the blossoms, almost indiscernible.

The crowd was left speechless, unable to articulate their awe. After a moment, they erupted into loud cheers and applause, all marveling at the talent of this young girl. Not only was she extraordinarily gifted, but she was also stunningly beautiful and composed. Standing amidst the vibrant flowers, she captivated everyone's gaze, even causing Princess Rong to forget everything else as she admired the enchanting depiction of herself in the painting.

As the chorus of admiration continued for some time, Ouyang Jue couldn't help but sigh softly. He realized that his sister had been preparing for this moment long before, sending people to search for the unique pigment ten days prior. Whether she had intended to make a name for herself at the flower appreciation banquet or had anticipated someone deliberately challenging her, he couldn't say for certain.

The Grand Princess looked at Princess Rong and Miss Ouyang, and gently said, "It seems that heaven has bestowed its blessings abundantly upon both of you. I cannot discern who excels over the other. Since that is the case, I invite all present to offer their opinions on these two."

The Grand Princess' remarks were met with solemn silence. It seemed that the guests were hesitant to compare Princess Rong and Ouyang Nuan, recognizing the unique talents and beauty of each.

Ouyang Nuan gently shook her head, feeling that there was no need for a comparison between herself and Princess Rong. However, the Grand Princess seemed determined to make a distinction between them, much to Ouyang Nuan's inner disapproval.

With a gentle smile, the Grand Princess instructed for flowers to be brought forth and distributed among the guests. As the female guests tossed their flowers, Princess Rong and Ouyang Nuan found themselves showered with an abundance of blooms, almost forming a small mountain before them.

Changpu whispered to Hongyu, "This isn't fair. Those noble ladies are all trying to please Princess Rong, so of course they'll give their flowers to her. Our young lady hardly ever goes out. We're at a disadvantage!"

Hongyu gave her a glare, signaling her to keep quiet. In her view, the young lady had no intention of suppressing the other side.

Indeed, when the flowers were counted, Princess Rong had two more flowers than Miss Ouyang. Miss Ouyang chuckled, "No, it should be three more. Xinxin cousin was worried I'd cry if I lost, so she purposely threw in an extra one for me!"

Everyone immediately laughed. Lin Yuanxin cleared her throat lightly, thinking that among the young ladies present, who were all proficient in various arts, while Princess Rong's dance was stunning, it didn't necessarily mean that no one could rival her. On the other hand, Princess Ouyang's versatility and cleverness surpassed Princess Rong's, but she said, "Yes, I always have to support my dear cousin Ouyang."

The Grand Princess smirked and said, "Let's not draw conclusions too early. Let the gentlemen also come forward."

Amidst the lively atmosphere, Xia Qinghan had already walked up to Ouyang Nuan with peonies in hand. His clear voice rang out, "This is for Miss Ouyang."

The crowd clapped and cheered, laughing loudly. Changpu continued to whisper to Hongyu, "Everyone else is giving peach blossoms, where did he get peonies from?"

"...If I'm not mistaken, these are the premium peonies the Crown Prince gave me three days ago," the Grand Princess said calmly.

The crowd fell silent.

Xia Qinghan chuckled, "Aunt, there's no need to worry. I'll compensate you with another pot another day."

The Grand Princess snorted. Xia Qingxian covered his face, wishing he didn't have to admit that this guy was his brother. It was too embarrassing.

Xia Qinghan wished he could grab Ouyang Nuan's hand and ask her why she never used to go out, why he'd never seen her before, and other such questions. Xia Qingxian had already walked up to Princess Rong, placed a peach blossom, then turned to Ouyang Nuan with a faint smile, "Miss Ouyang, my apologies for my brother's abruptness." With that, he forcefully dragged Xia Qinghan away.

Ouyang Nuan was surprised, but couldn't help but smile. Both the heir Prince of Zhou and the second Prince were indeed intriguing individuals.

Xiao Lingfeng, the Prince of Jin, had a slender figure with sharply arched eyebrows and a thin smile on his lips. He handed a peach blossom to Ouyang Nuan, then chuckled softly, as if he had some hidden meaning. Afterward, he walked over to stand beside Xiao Tianye and engaged in conversation with him, appearing quite intimate.

The Prince of Qin and the Prince of Jin had always been on good terms, and their two heirs were also close. However, Xia Lingfeng's smile seemed to carry some hidden implications.

Xiao Qinghan's face showed a disdainful expression. "A smiling tiger." Then he received a wallop on his head from Xiao Qingxian.

Ouyang Jue couldn't help but smile at the scene. Then, he noticed Xiao Aishan, the Prince of Chu, who had been silent throughout the banquet, walk over and hand a peach blossom to Princess Rong. After handing it over, instead of returning to his seat directly, he intentionally approached Ouyang Nuan and said, "You're also very good." Then he turned and left. Ouyang Nuan was slightly stunned by his words.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Nuan's attendants, Changpu and Hongyu, exchanged whispers. "Why does he, who looks so handsome, always have such a cold face? It's like he thinks everyone owes him a lot of money."

"Lower your voice!" Hongyu gave her a discreet kick.

At that moment, the Princes of Qi and Lu, Xiao Ziqi and Xiao Jianli, walked over together. Xia Ziqi looked elegant and refined, with a gentle demeanor. His clear and serene eyes resembled high-quality jade. He stood between Princess Rong and Ouyang Nuan, holding a peach blossom that he fiddled with. This caused laughter among the guests. The Grand Princess spoke up, "Ziqi, you're still so indecisive. Just give the flower to whoever you want."

Xiao Ziqi pondered for a while, then smiled at Ouyang Nuan, but the flower ended up falling into the embroidered basket in front of Princess Rong. This person was indeed exceptionally indecisive.

Ouyang Nuan lowered her eyes, concealing the laughter in them. Next was Xiao Jianli, the handsome and bold Crown Prince of Lu. He decisively walked over and gracefully inserted the peach blossom into Ouyang Nuan's hair, his movements smooth and effortless. After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd burst into laughter.

If it were any other young lady, she would either scream in excitement or feel embarrassed and faint. However, Ouyang Nuan gracefully stood up and smiled, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Prince. Ouyang Nuan feels unworthy to accept such generosity."

Xiao Jianli nodded and turned away briskly. Ouyang Nuan smiled faintly, effortlessly removing the peach blossom and placing it back in the basket.

As they walked back to their seats, Xiao Qinghan grabbed Xiao Jianli. "Hey, don't be so excessive. I noticed her first."

Xiao Jianli shook off his hand, sneering, "I reserved her first."

There was a strange tension between the two. Ouyang Jue thought to himself, Who do these two think they are? They're overestimating themselves. My sister didn't show any interest in either of them. Talking about noticing and reserving her, they're shamelessly boastful!

Watching the male guests take turns to present flowers, Xiao Lingfeng sighed. "In terms of talent, Ouyang Nuan is indeed superior. But in terms of connections, Princess Rong was already famous before this event. Is there still a need to continue this competition?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, but suddenly someone responded to him.

"There are always unexpected things happening in the world. Without seeing it to the end, who knows how it will turn out?" said Xiao Tianye with a smile.

Xiao Lingfeng raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Tianye, you always have unique insights. Why do I feel like you're particularly interested in Miss Ouyang?"

Xiao Tianye maintained a calm demeanor, but his eyes were constantly observing the changing situation. He replied lightly, "I just want to see what this cunning girl is up to."

"Oh, I forgot. I heard that the Prince of Qin was blocking a girl from entering at the door just now," Xiao Lingfeng said, taking a sip of his wine. He then looked at Xiao Tianye and said, "Could it be that you're interested in her too? That's unlikely."

Xiao Tianye chuckled coldly. "Even if all the women in the world were to disappear, I still wouldn't be interested in a little girl who hasn't even grown her hair properly."

Xiao Lingfeng observed Xiao Tianye's gloomy expression with cold eyes, seeming to ponder something. "Tianye... We grew up together. I've noticed something interesting about you. Every time you develop a strong affection for something, it's always accompanied by a strong sense of rejection, refusing to share it with others, not even allowing them to see it. What's the term for that? Strong possessiveness, right? Since Miss Ouyang's public performance, your emotions just now could be described as unpleasant, irritable, even furious..."

Xiao Tianhua's expression was cold and proud. "What are you trying to say?"

Xiao Lingfeng raised an eyebrow. "I thought you knew."

Xiao Tianye's expression turned peculiar. "Nonsense."

Xiao Lingfeng smiled. "No need to rush to deny it, that's not a bad thing. Honestly, I think it's good for you. You're at the age where you should consider taking a consort, right? As for Miss Ouyang, she's a bit young, but waiting until she's older to consider her wouldn't hurt."

Xiao Tianye chuckled. "Are you trying to persuade me that I've fallen for a cunning little girl?"

"Of course not," Xiao Lingfeng calmly replied. "I think you just enjoy observing—"

Xiao Tianye walked away from his seat, coldly stating, "Madness is contagious. I'd better keep my distance from you." With that said, he headed towards the female guests.

Xiao Tianye's usual witty and amiable exchanges with Xiao Lingfeng were absent this time. This change in behavior was indeed different from before. Xiao Lingfeng sighed. Perhaps the prince hadn't noticed his own unusual behavior yet.

Xiao Tianye walked up to the Princess Rong, handed her the peach blossom, then quickly returned without even glancing at Ouyang Nuan. His swift departure caught Ouyang Nuan by surprise. She had expected the prince to taunt her with a few words, but to her amazement, he didn't say a word and simply walked away. It was as if the sun had risen from the west.

Ouyang Jue declined to participate in the flower tossing, considering it unfair as he was from the Ouyang family. By abstaining, he effectively forfeited his vote.

Meanwhile, Changpu continued to whisper to Hongyu, "The young master has changed. In the past, he would have definitely given the flower to Miss instead."

Hongyu sighed inwardly, feeling helpless. She resolved not to bring Changpu along in the future. Despite appearing naive and cute, she was actually quite talkative, passing judgment on everyone who passed by.

Subsequently, the young masters and scholars one by one tossed their flowers, and after some deliberation, it resulted in a tie.

The Grand Princess frowned, suddenly remembering something. "There's still one person who hasn't tossed the flower."

Only one peach blossom remained, still held in the hands of the Prince of Ming. All eyes were now fixed on the peach blossom in his hand. At this moment, the peach blossom in his hand was more precious than any renowned flower in the courtyard. Everyone awaited to see whom he would favor, granting them exclusive attention.

The black-clad attendant received the peach blossom from the Prince of Ming and walked towards the space between Princess Rong and Ouyang Nuan. Ouyang Nuan's smile brightened as the attendant approached. Wasn't this young man the same one who had brought the white wolf's tail before? He still dared not look her in the eye, just like back then, as if she were a ferocious beast.

The Empress Dowager had always intended to match Princess Rong with the Prince of Ming. The outcome of this vote was already clear. People couldn't help but feel sorry for Ouyang Nuan, but she felt satisfied. This was the result she wanted. To lose, but to lose in a fair and reasonable manner.

However, the expressionless attendant ultimately placed the peach blossom into Ouyang Nuan's flower basket, eliciting gasps from the crowd.

Princess Rong, who had been wearing a smile on her beautiful face, suddenly froze. When she looked at Ouyang Nuan again, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes.

Although Ouyang Nuan's face bore a surprised smile, she inwardly cursed the Prince of Ming for his actions. All her efforts seemed to have been in vain for just this one peach blossom.

"My Master said, the young miss is still young, so she deserves this flower," the young attendant said expressionlessly. The crowd immediately understood. So, the Prince of Ming meant to say that Ouyang Nuan, being young, deserved sympathy with this flower!

Indeed, after hearing this, Princess Rong's complexion improved significantly. She smiled and said, "It should be so. Miss Ouyang is still young but already remarkable. Who knows what accomplishments she will achieve in the future."

Ouyang Nuan sighed inwardly but her smile on her face became even more genuine as she replied, "It's thanks to Princess Rong's graciousness."

At this moment, the Grand Princess suddenly burst into laughter, her smile radiant as the morning sun. She exclaimed, "This time, I must go to the Empress Dowager and tell her that the capital has gained another talented and beautiful daughter of a prestigious family! She can no longer claim that Rong'er is peerless in the world."

Though Princess Rong continued to smile, there was a hint of unease in her expression. Ouyang Nuan observed this and couldn't help but glance in the direction where the Prince of Ming was. For some reason, she felt that the man's actions... were intentional...

After the lively event, everyone dispersed to enjoy the flowers in the garden.

In the Grand Princess's garden, there were various flowers blooming – pansies, fragrant daphne, white magnolias, jonquils, crabapples, lilacs, azaleas, irises, golden shower trees, peonies, ribbon bushes, and rockroses. These flowers, arranged skillfully by gardeners, formed a colorful and vibrant display, captivating all who beheld them.

Lin Yanxue, with chubby hands, picked a flower and placed it on her own head, smiling happily. "Sister, pretty... pretty..."

Madam Shen frowned and scolded the nanny beside her, "Why are you allowing her to casually pluck flowers from the Grand Princess's garden?"

Lin Yanxue was startled, and the flower in her hand slipped, falling to the ground and scattering petals everywhere. Ouyang Nuan spoke softly, "Aunt, Yanxue is just a child, and the most precious flowers of the Grand Princess are kept in the greenhouse over there. These are just common varieties, it's no big deal. Look, the other young ladies are also weaving flower garlands."

Madam Shen glanced around and indeed saw many young ladies picking flowers to weave into garlands. She then relaxed and said, "One must always be careful in the Princess's residence." At that moment, several noblewomen approached from afar. Ouyang Nuan guessed that they were coming to speak with Madam Shen.

Seeing Lin Yanxue on the verge of tears, Ouyang Nuan touched her head gently and whispered, "Aunt, let me take Yanxue to play nearby."

Madam Shen nodded in agreement, and Lin Yuanxin also wanted to leave with them. However, Ouyang Nuan shook her head and said, "Cousin Xin, it's beneficial for you to get to know more people for your future."

Madam Shen also agreed with Ouyang Nuan's suggestion. Therefore, Lin Yuanxin had no choice but to stay behind and accompany Madam Shen to greet the approaching noblewomen. Ouyang Nuan took Lin Yanxue along with her, accompanied by Hongyu, Doupou, and Lin Yanxue's nursemaid. They walked until they reached a less crowded area before stopping. Ouyang Nuan gently touched Lin Yanxue's rosy cheeks and said, "Feeling better now? Come on, sister will play with you."

Lin Yanxue widened her eyes and nodded vigorously. Hongyu sighed deeply. As a daughter of the marquis's household, this title would accompany Yanxue throughout her life. Although the senior madam of the household was kind, she was not Yanxue's biological mother. What kind of fate would this child have in the future? However, everyone in the world faced similar challenges. Even though young ladies were born into nobility, many lost their mothers at a young age and had to navigate life under the influence of their stepmothers. Was their situation any better than that of Lin Yanxue, who was born as a daughter of a concubine? It might even be more difficult!

Hongyu and Changpu gathered many roses and roses, inserted them all over Lin Yanxue's head and body, and strung colorful flower petals into fragrant garlands, wearing them around her neck and head. In no time, they were surrounded by heaps of flowers and petals, attracting bees and butterflies buzzing around Ouyang Nuan and Lin Yanxue.

Lin Yanxue adored Ouyang Nuan and refused to leave her side, always holding her hand or leaning against her bosom. It seemed that she was happiest this way, and eventually, she fell asleep in her arms.

Xiao Qinghan had been quietly observing Ouyang Nuan and followed her when she left. Seeing this scene now, he lowered his head and pondered. He regretted not dragging Ouyang Jue along earlier.

As he hesitated in place, Xiao Jianli passed by him quickly, holding a chessboard in his hands. Xiao Qinghan was taken aback and quickly followed him.

"Miss Ouyang, I heard that you are skilled in chess. Please play a game with me," Xiao Jianli said loudly.

His invitation was firm and straightforward, leaving no room for refusal. Ouyang Nuan smiled. Was this an invitation or more of a coercion? The maid nearby quickly took the sleeping Lin Yanxue and whispered, "Miss, I'll take Miss Lin back first."

In just a moment of conversation, Xiao Jianli had already set up the chessboard. Xiao Qinghan came over and grabbed his arm, saying, "Jianli, you don't even know the lady. How can you be so presumptuous?"

Before Xiao Jianli could speak, Ouyang Nuan smiled and said, "Prince Yun, there's no need to be polite. It's just a game of chess, nothing to worry about."

Xiao Jianli chuckled, "If Miss Ouyang doesn't mind, then what's the harm in a little chatter?"

Xiao Qinghan, however, only nodded and smiled at Ouyang Nuan, saying, "Although I've often heard of you, it's my first time meeting you in person. Miss Ouyang, you're so modest and approachable, the kind of person one wants to befriend at first sight. As for Jianli, with that charming face of his, he's naturally lovable. But as for me, I'm afraid others would rather avoid me like the plague, finding me too bothersome."

Ouyang Nuan smiled faintly and said earnestly, "Although it's our first meeting with Prince Yun today, I still have to thank him for the flower he gave me. How can I refuse?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qinghan burst into laughter.

Xiao Jianli chuckled and said, "Alright, I'll play as white."

He didn't even give Ouyang Nuan a chance to choose, showing how authoritative and decisive he usually was.

Xiao Qinghan chuckled, "Jianli, you boast of being the best in chess. I may not be as skilled as you, but if you want to show off in front of Miss Ouyang, I'm eager to see you make a fool of yourself."

With Ouyang Nuan holding the black pieces and Xiao Jianli the white, Xiao Qinghan savored his Longjing tea, its fragrance wafting gently. He observed as Ouyang Nuan and Xiao Jianli made careful moves, each step deliberate and cautious.

As the time of two cups of tea passed, Xiao Qinghan focused his gaze and saw the intricate and intense struggle on the board, with each move tightly intertwined. It was a complex and sophisticated game, causing him to feel dizzy after just a few glances.

He had thought highly of his own chess skills, but facing this board, he realized the immense difficulty. Looking at Ouyang Nuan and Xiao Jianli, he saw Ouyang Nuan smiling gracefully as she elegantly manipulated the black pieces, while Xiao Jianli, with sweat on his forehead, furrowed his brows tighter and tighter.

After the time it took for another incense stick to burn, Ouyang Nuan had already achieved a decisive victory, yet she hesitated to make her final move.

Seeing her delay, Xiao Qinghan guessed that she was contemplating how to win decisively without causing Xiao Jianli to lose too much face. With this thought in mind, Xiao Qinghan smiled and said, "Jianli, if you're going to lose, just lose. Don't drag it out. Give me a quick defeat!"

Xiao Jianli's brows furrowed even tighter, but he remained silent. Xiao Qinghan sneered inwardly, thinking it served him right to suffer in front of a beauty without understanding her subtle hints.

At that moment, Ouyang Nuan made her final move, a hint of apology on her lips as she said, "Young Master, I've won."

Xiao Qinghan chuckled as he watched Xiao Jianli still lost in thought, unable to resist mocking him internally. She could have beaten him by ten moves, yet she deliberately let him lose by only three. What a fool!

Ouyang Nuan's smile brightened, casting a radiant glow on her porcelain-like face, exuding a captivating charm. "Shall we play another game?" she asked softly.

"Hmm." Xiao Lingfeng, who had been lost in thought, suddenly looked up, then paused for a moment before blurting out a response, his gaze fixed on her exquisite beauty. It was the first time he had seen her at such a close distance, and he found her even more captivating than before, her beauty truly heartrending!

Xiao Qinghan was also a bit dumbfounded, standing in place with his teacup in hand, unable to find his words.

Meanwhile, Jin Liang, the black-clad bodyguard standing at a distance, sighed inwardly, "No wonder he's captivated. Ouyang Nuan's every move is like a painting."

At that moment, he suddenly saw his own prince striding quickly toward them, and his heart skipped a beat. His prince had always avoided these high-born ladies, finding them too delicate and troublesome. What could be happening today?

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