After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

Qin Suling's heart has been filled with ripples in recent days. The unexpected surprise is like a flower blooming inadvertently in spring, gorgeous and incomparable.

The gorgeous clothes and jewels bestowed by Qi Qiyuan were like mountains upon mountains, sparkling with golden light, so dazzling that one felt as if one was in a fairyland.

Under the candlelight, each pearl exudes a soft and mysterious luster, as if containing the mysteries of the deep sea; each agate is as smooth as jade and colorful, like the most gorgeous sunset in the sky, rare in the world and breathtaking.

These treasures not only occupied several rooms, but also looked like miniature treasure houses, exuding an alluring atmosphere.

Jinxiu and Jinlan, as maids in the Qin mansion, have been accustomed to seeing rare things since childhood. At this moment, they could not help but show surprise on their faces, thinking secretly in their hearts that the prosperity they had seen in the past was so insignificant compared to the scene today, like a drop in the ocean.

Qin Suling opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze: "These are just the flashy decorations in the world."

After saying this, a faint smile appeared on her lips, but there was no trace of greed in her eyes, but rather a sense of detachment and indifference.

Jinxiu and Jinlan looked at each other, puzzled, and asked, "Madam, what do you mean by that?"

Qin Suling sighed and explained, "What I meant is that General Qi's move may be more to watch my dancing style rather than simply giving me these treasures."

She knew clearly in her heart that although these treasures were beautiful, she could not own them forever and they were just borrowed temporarily.

Upon hearing this, Jinxiu and Jinlan frowned and became even more confused.

However, Qin Suling did not say anything more. She just shook her head slightly, leaving everything unsaid.

A few days later, Qi Qiyuan suddenly mentioned this matter, with a puzzled tone: "Why have I never seen you wear the clothes and jewelry I gave you outside of dancing?"

Qin Suling was moved when she heard this, but she remained humble and replied, "General Qi's things, I dare not wear them casually, for fear of being impolite."

Qi Qiyuan's face darkened, but then he returned to normal and said in a deep voice: "Since I gave it to you with my heart, I want you to use it as you like. Why should I be bound by the occasion? I never thought of taking back the things I gave away."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Suling's mind suddenly became clear. It turned out that these priceless treasures had already become her private property silently.

Just as she was immersed in shock and joy, something even more shocking happened.

Qi Qiyuan was obsessed with Qin Suling's dance and often stayed by her side. Even when he was busy with official duties, he would take time out to come and watch.

What is even more surprising is that he would actually listen to his subordinates' reports directly in front of Qin Suling, which included secret information from secret guards and spies.

Before reporting back, the spy leader Nineteen glanced at Qin Suling with a complicated look, as if he had some reservations.

Seeing this, Qi Qiyuan smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry, just speak frankly."

As his words fell, a series of shocking news exploded in Qin Suling's ears like thunder.

"Reporting to General Qi, the queen's favorite male lover is secretly keeping a mistress outside..."

Qin Suling was stunned when he heard this, and secretly marveled at the power and omniscience of Qi Qiyuan's intelligence network.

"The Prince of Huainan has a special liking for a male actor..."

Such secrets shocked her even more, and she secretly speculated on the complex emotions and entanglements behind these powerful people.

"The young prince that the Duke of Zhenguo wants to make his heir is actually not his biological son..."

This last piece of news was like a bolt from the blue, completely shattering the peace in Qin Suling's heart.

She stood there in a daze, her eyes wide open, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

At this moment, she finally understood why those dignitaries were so in awe of Qi Qiyuan.

It turns out that he is not only an undefeated god of war on the battlefield, but also the master of the intelligence network inside and outside the capital, and no one can match him.

Qin Suling looked at the mysterious man in front of her, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

She knew that the story between her and Qi Qiyuan had just begun...

The night falls slowly across the sky like thick silk, gently wrapping up everything from the noisy day.

Qin Suling sat by the window, the moonlight shining through the veil and onto her gentle face, adding a bit of tranquility and contemplation to her.

The three shocking pieces of news during the day surged in her heart like a tide. She chewed on every detail carefully and wove them into magnificent pictures in her mind, which included the cruelty of the struggle for imperial power and the lingering love and hate.

The next day, when the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and gently brushed Qin Suling's window, she had already stood up from the soft quilt, contrary to her usual behavior, her eyes flashing with eager anticipation for the creation that she was about to pour her heart and soul into.

Stepping into the study, the air was filled with the faint scent of ink and books. She gently stroked the familiar desk, and an indescribable impulse surged in her heart.

"At the beginning, the eldest daughter of the royal family is reborn in the flames. All the betrayals and deceptions of the past will become the talk of the town when the truth comes out..."

Qin Suling picked up the pen to write, but when the tip of the pen touched the paper, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. His thoughts were like a dry riverbed, unable to flow out in a trickle.

She frowned slightly, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, and she thought to herself: "Perhaps, the context of this story does not match the yearning for beauty deep in my heart."

So, she sighed softly and slowly crumpled the lines of words into a ball, as if discarding an old dream that was not to her liking.

Taking a new piece of snow-white paper, she closed her eyes, let her thoughts drift away, and tried to capture the fleeting inspiration.

This time, the romantic scene of the first meeting between the Prince of Huainan Palace and the actor emerged in her mind, but she only sketched a rough outline before she fell into a creative bottleneck again.

"Oh, change it again!"

She whispered to herself, but there was an unyielding light in her eyes.

The third thought was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating her creative path - the mystery of the life experience of the young master of the Zhenguo Mansion, and a complex entanglement about identity, power and family affection quietly unfolded.

Qin Suling took a deep breath, as if she had completely immersed herself in that fictional world.

She imagined that the wife of the Duke of Zhenguo was forced to give birth to her beloved son in a remote farm on a stormy night. At the same time, in another corner of the farm, an ill-fated peasant woman also welcomed the cry of new life.

The jealous maid took advantage of the darkness and chaos to quietly exchange the fate of the two innocent babies. Thus, a drama concerning the fate of the two families quietly began.

As his thoughts flowed, Qin Suling's writing became unusually smooth, and every word seemed to contain life, jumping on the paper.

She forgot the passage of time until Jinxiu's gentle voice sounded outside the door, reminding her that it was time for dinner. Only then did she reluctantly put down her pen, her eyes full of cherishment and anticipation for her work.

However, Qin Suling never expected that her creative journey would be disturbed by an inadvertent episode.

Qi Qiyuan, who usually likes to immerse himself in piles of ancient books, accidentally broke into her private territory while looking for books and was attracted by the paper with slightly childish handwriting.

He frowned, and at first thought it was just a child's doodle, but the more he read, the more he felt that it contained unusual meanings. Although the plot seemed absurd, it was inexplicably fascinating.

How could the Duke's wife end up on a farm when she was about to give birth?

How could the maid replace the baby so easily?

These questions swirled in his mind, but they could not hide his desire for the sequel.

In the following days, Qi Qiyuan would involuntarily come to the study every day, and the unfinished paper became an unsolvable mystery in his heart.

Finally, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked Qin Suling about the unfinished story.

Qin Suling smiled brightly upon hearing this, but she did not directly answer his question. She just casually recounted her daily life.

Qi Qiyuan looked at her eyes that sparkled with wisdom and mystery, and became more convinced that the unfinished story must be extraordinary.

He secretly hoped that perhaps in the near future he would be lucky enough to read the fascinating sequel.