he, a top-notch expert in disguise, would only be worth this much...Remember for one second< < Aoki's eyes widened in disbelief as he glanced at the rearview mirror.>"Ms. Ou Yan, you found out so quic...Long and slender fingers lifted the car curtain, revealing Qin Yin's innocent and handsome face. He was as white as jade, his complexion cold and white, instantly drawing the attention of many girls. Seeing Nan Wan'yan, a touch of surprise flashed in his long fox-like eyes, and his thin lips immediately curled into a genuine smile.

Although this face is not one thousandth of her original beauty, he still felt satisfied.

Qin Yin's vehicle stopped, and he stepped out to stand before Nan Wan'yan. In his other arm, he held a bouquet of pristine white sea棠 flowers.

He looked at the woman before him with gentle, indulgent eyes. "Miss Meng, you are very beautiful tonight."

"The King is too kind," Nan Wanyin replied with a smile, unfazed by the praise. It was clear that Cheng Shuyuan was in a good mood tonight.

Xin Yu respectfully waited nearby. Seeing Nan Wan Yan and Qin Yin Yuan standing together, she inexplicably felt a sense of harmony between them.

Qin Yin's lips curled into a smile, then he turned and offered the white peony in his hand to Nan Wan'yan. His entire demeanor softened considerably.

"When I was on my way here, I saw a flower seller and thought this begonia really suited Meng girl's temperament, so I bought it for you. Since this is our first trip out together, we naturally need some 'ceremony'."

Cheng Shuyuan actually sent her flowers

Nán Wǎnyān inexplicably became suspicious, reaching out to take the flower and smiling.

"Your Highness, you've put a lot of effort into this. The flowers are very beautiful."

A date should have a sense of ceremony, and after receiving flowers, a girl will probably be happy. That's what she used to tell her children.

I wonder if Cheng Shuyuan had heard about this from the younger kids during the Xia Dynasty. Today, he actually did it.

Qin Yinyuan remained composed, his smile indulgent as he looked at Nan Wanyin. "As long as you like it, let's go. At this hour, the lakeside of Jingyu Lake is at its most lively."

"Good." Nán Wǎnyān responded softly. Seeing Qín Yǐnyuēn move, she thought he was going to help her into the car. But the next second——

Suddenly, Nán Wǎnyān's feet left the ground. A sense of weightlessness washed over her as she was enveloped by Qin Yǐn Yuān's familiar, refreshing scent.

"My Lord, what are you doing!"

She stared at him in disbelief. Qin Yinyuan, as if unaware, half-closed his eyes with a smile that blossomed brightly. Without any effort, he effortlessly held her securely in his arms.

His sturdy arms encircled Nán Wǎnyān's slender shoulders, the other hand circling below her knees, and he deliberately pressed against his chest.

"Look at your skirt, it's so long! It would be easy to trip on it getting into the carriage. This king will carry you up."

Nán Wǎnyān was truly terrified of Chéng Shūyuǎn. Last time he held her, it was the day of the Dàxià rebellion. Being held by him brought her no comfort, only fear and panic.

She struggled to get down, "No, I'm not hurt, I can walk myself, you..."

But he simply ignored her, slowly carrying her into the car as if wanting everyone to see this scene.

As expected, all the women who passed by exclaimed with envy and admiration upon seeing this.

"Look! King Chonglin is personally carrying Meng Qianqian onto the carriage!"

"Meng Qianqian is so lucky, it's really infuriating."

"That's right, it's not just about marrying King Chonglin. Even if I could go to the palace as a maidservant, I would be over the moon!"

After the two got in the car, Xin You returned to her seat without changing her expression, holding the reins and urging the horse forward.

The carriage was spacious, and Nan Wan'yan too lazy to argue with him. But Qin Yinyuan got on the carriage yet refused to let go. She stiffened all over, barely able to keep up appearances.

"My lord, the carriage is ready. You should let me go."

Qin Yin yuan lowered his eyes to look at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. leaned against Suyun's shoulder, whispering, "Let's go."Che Suyun beckoned to Ou Yan again. "Come here, Auntie."Finally, Song Dajang was sent to ward 919, Song Junlin and Che Suyun lived in 918, Ou Y...