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Thinking the worst, the situation in the capital might be thrown into chaos by him.
"Song Feiwan, why are you lost in thought again?" Rong Anning called out to her, clearly displeased.
She glanced over and let out a soft sigh. Forget it; there was no need to worry about things that hadn’t happened.
Rong Anning waved her hand, "Help me choose a mask."
Song Feiwan walked over and discovered several stalls selling masks set up nearby.
The vendors eagerly introduced their wares: "Ladies, feel free to try whichever ones you like!"
Rong Anning picked up a small rabbit mask to play with while saying to Song Feiwan, "There's a custom at the summer lantern festival where couples must wear masks."
Song Feiwan nodded, noticing that many of the masks were quite exquisite. "Then I’ll choose one too."
Rong Anning replied, "You’re already engaged; why bother with this?"
"But you’re not married yet," Song Feiwan retorted.
Rong Anning pouted, "Just help me pick one."
Song Feiwan picked up a pig mask with a long nose and cheerfully asked, "How about this one?"
Rong Anning was genuinely outraged: "It’s so ugly! I don’t want it! You wear it!"
"Ha ha ha!" Song Feiwan laughed heartily.
In the end, with Song Feiwan’s guidance, Rong Anning chose a cat mask. Song Feiwan opted for a little fox mask, which she put on her face, revealing her enchanting fox-like eyes and exuding an air of mystery.
After buying their masks, they made their way deeper into the crowd but were nearly separated by the throngs of people.
Having bought many things today, Song Feiwan had sent Dongzhi back to the residence first, so she only needed to look after Rong Anning now.
"There are too many people here; let’s move further in," she said as she took Rong Anning's hand.
Rong Anning's eyes widened slightly in surprise; she forgot to struggle as her mind raced with thoughts: I’m holding hands with Mr. Zhao! If Lu Miaomiao and the others knew, they would be so envious of me!
Her hands were so soft and small; how could she write such beautiful characters that seemed to penetrate the paper? Song Feiwan was unaware of the complex emotions swirling within her and focused solely on moving forward.
The street was long, with many branching paths. At other intersections, there were vendors setting up stalls. As the three of them passed through, Zhuo Er's footsteps suddenly rooted to the ground, refusing to move.
"Master, it's so lively here! Should we take a look?" His tone was filled with eagerness.
The three of them—Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er had strikingly deep-set features typical of foreign lands, making them stand out. Jia Nan, on the other hand, had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a strikingly handsome appearance that was truly one in a million.
Dressed in a well-tailored black wide-sleeved brocade robe, every detail from the cuffs to the waistband exuded luxury and refinement. Even the jade crown atop his head was carved from an exceptionally rare piece of jade.
Standing on the long street, he became the centerpiece against the backdrop of the moonlight, the overhead lights, and the shimmering water waves. Countless astonished gazes fell upon him.
He had encountered such looks too many times to count and could easily ignore them without a change in expression. His deep phoenix eyes glanced at Zhuo Er, who seemed to lose interest. "What’s there to see?" he remarked.
Zhuo Er's eyes dimmed instantly. Jia Nan showed no sign of compassion and prepared to stride away. Suddenly, his keen ears caught a familiar female voice.
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