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

On July 7th, the peak day of the lunar calendar, spring is in full bloom and all things are bathed in the gorgeous brocade woven by the Weaver Girl with endless tenderness. An indescribable gentleness and vitality flows between heaven and earth.

In the land of Dongyue, although the customs are gradually opening up, the shackles of worldly affairs are still like the finest spider web, silently binding the hearts of young men and women, making their gazes towards each other become a distant glimpse across mountains and seas, out of reach.

Only during this Qiqiao Festival, it seems as if God has blessed us with a rare opportunity, allowing all constraints to be temporarily relaxed and love to flow quietly.

The night falls quietly. The moonlight is bright and clear, shining on the earth. The stars are like tiny diamonds, inlaid on the deep sky, shining with dazzling light. It seems that even the vast heaven and earth are touched by this scene, and join in celebrating this ancient and romantic festival.

In the market, the lights are dim, the voices are bustling, and all kinds of lanterns are vying with each other in beauty and blooming, making the night look like a dream, as if you have stepped into a bizarre fairyland.

The girls, dressed in glittering and colorful clothes and talking and laughing, shuttled among the bustling crowd. Their figures were light and graceful, just like flowers blooming in spring, each emitting a unique fragrance and charm, competing with each other for beauty.

Qin Suling stood quietly in her boudoir. At first, she had no intention of going out. However, her mother Fang Rushuang's lingering worry weighed heavily on her heart like a heavy stone, which she could not ignore, let alone feel at ease.

Qin Surou, her younger sister who is in her prime, has an uncertain marriage, which has become a source of worry for her mother.

Although Qin Suling was of an indifferent nature and did not want to get involved too much in the troubles of this bustling world, thinking of her parents' earnest expectations and her sister's lifelong event, she finally sighed softly and decided to let go of her resistance and accompany her sister to this Qiqiao festival that might bring a turn for the better.

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight penetrated the thick clouds like a thread and gently fell on the courtyard of the Fang Mansion.

Fang Rushuang was in charge personally, directing the maids and hairdressers to dress up Qin Suling and Qin Surou meticulously.

The air is filled with the faint scent of flowers and rouge and powder, which intertwine to form a unique atmosphere, making people's mood become cheerful.

Although Qin Suling felt a little tired, she felt a warm current in her heart when she saw her mother working so hard to take care of everything for herself and her sister, and her resistance to the Qiqiao Festival disappeared.

The maids held various exquisite headdresses in their hands and displayed them in front of Qin Suling one by one as if they were rare treasures.

Qin Suling gently stroked the sparkling gems and warm jades, each of which seemed to contain her mother's deep love and expectations for her.

Her thoughts couldn't help but drift away, recalling every little bit of the past. The memories of the dowry flashed in her mind like fragments, making her secretly vow: she would protect everything around her in this life and not let her mother have any more worries.

Fang Rushang had a discerning eye and finally chose a hairpin made of coral beads for Qin Suling.

The hairpin was blood-red in color, and its flowing light seemed to have gathered all kinds of amorous feelings from the bottom of the sea, complementing Qin Suling's gentle temperament.

Paired with an exotic crystal hairpin, the crystal clearness complements the coral beads, adding a touch of mystery and grace.

The velvet flower bestowed by the emperor in the palace, gently pinned in her hair, added a touch of dignity and elegance to her overall look.

After finishing dressing up, Qin Suling and Qin Surou stood in front of the bronze mirror with a brand new look. They looked as beautiful as fairies walking out of a painting, breathtakingly beautiful.

The maids and nannies were all amazed when they saw this scene.

Even those who were together every day were stunned by the sudden beauty and were speechless in admiration.

Qin Suling opened her red lips slightly, a gentle smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

She knew very well that at this moment her sister was going there not only for herself, but also for her mother and the family, to welcome the night that might change their fate.

The spring breeze was blowing, willow catkins were dancing lightly, and when the figures of Qin Suling and Qin Surou walking out of the boudoir hand in hand came into view, Fang Rushang's eyes were filled with all the tenderness and admiration in the world, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

That heartfelt joy, like the most gorgeous flower in spring, quietly bloomed on her face.

It is breathtakingly beautiful without any decoration.

Although the world still echoes the cliché that "a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent".

But in the heart of Fang Rushuang, a mother who is well versed in the world and has a broad mind, her daughter's talent and beauty are the most powerful rebuttal and counterattack to this prejudice.

They are like fairies walking out of a painting, perfectly blending the essence of their family, and each of them blooming with unique charm on the stage of life.

Mother Fang's words were filled with love and pride. She snuggled up to her two daughters. The glow of happiness that radiated from her inside out almost penetrated her chest, filling the entire courtyard with a warm color.

At this moment, Qin Zhibei jumped to his mother's side swiftly like an elf jumping in the forest, with a playful yet sincere smile on his face, and a bit of teasing and admiration in his words: "Mother, you were once a model of talented women praised by the capital, and now my sister has pushed this reputation to the extreme, and is known as the most beautiful woman in the capital. It really makes people envious."

He shook his head as he spoke, and the expression of innocence and pride on his face looked particularly vivid and interesting.

Qin Suling heard this, a gentle smile flashed in her eyes, she gently patted Qin Zhibei on the shoulder, and said in a joking tone: "If my brother can add the title of the most talented man in the capital, our family will really be full of both literary and military strategies, showing the splendor of the family."

Qin Zhibei was embarrassed when he heard this. He glanced at his parents secretly and saw his father looking at him with a serious but expectant look. He waved his hands and said with a smile, "Sister, you are too kind. I just said it casually. I don't deserve the honor of being the most talented person in the capital."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his father's gentle touch on his forehead, followed by his father's steady and powerful words: "You need to strive for excellence in your studies, and you must not give up easily on your ambitions. How can you look down on yourself so easily?"

Qin Zhibei rubbed his forehead and looked at his elder brother Qin Zhinan aggrievedly, with a look of help and a hint of blame in his eyes, as if to say, "Brother, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

Qin Zhinan had an expression of helplessness yet doting on his face. He knew his brother's thoughts very well, and he cherished the warmth and harmony of this family and felt how precious it was.

When Qin Suling witnessed this scene, a warm feeling surged in her heart. Her eyes were full of tenderness and encouragement as she looked at Qin Zhibei.

Fang Rushuang couldn't stop smiling. She stroked her daughters' hands and said earnestly, "Nan'er, Bei'er, you must take good care of your little sister today and help her find a good husband." After she finished speaking, she turned to Qin Surou and smiled, "Rou'er, don't worry. Your destiny will definitely come at the right time."

When Qin Surou heard this, her cheeks flushed and she lowered her head shyly.

Qin Zhinan then made a timely interjection: "Mom, please relax. We will carefully protect my sister and choose a suitable husband for her who is both talented and virtuous."

Following Fang Rushuang's instructions, the group embarked on a pleasant journey to the outskirts of the capital.