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“Boss, the answer is a pair of mandarin ducks who envy not the immortals.” Yang Yichen smiled, his handsome face displaying a casual demeanor, as if he did not care about the outcome, yet he was clearly confident about it.
“Congratulations to this young master for answering correctly. The lotus Lantern is yours.” Boss grinned as he handed over the Lantern: “Wishing you and your beloved a happy union.”
The crowd, who had been deep in thought, suddenly realized why. A pair of mandarin ducks envying not the immortals perfectly described the love between Seven Fairies, yearning for freedom and desiring to be together forever.
Everyone had been stuck in a fixed mindset, either guessing characters or words, and had not thought along these lines. Instantly, their gazes towards Yang Yichen and Liu Qingxi changed.
The boy's gentle face blossomed with joy in an instant. He held the Lantern with his long hands and presented it to Liu Qingxi: “For you.” His dark eyes were filled with deep affection.
“Oh oh oh!” Cheers erupted from around them.
Liu Qingxi playfully laughed, hugging the large Lantern to her chest, her bright and clear eyes reflecting her feelings for him.
Seeing the lively scene, Boss quickly seized the opportunity: “Young master, you are exceptionally talented, and miss here is stunningly beautiful. You two are destined for a wonderful match. Could I trouble you to leave a word here?”
Boss’s auspicious blessing lifted Yang Yichen’s spirits. He picked up a brush and began to write. In an instant, his aura expanded; the brush moved powerfully across the paper, leaving behind bold and magnificent strokes. His writing flowed smoothly, reflecting his grand aspirations, like a great roc ready to soar.
He appeared as a master of calligraphy.
“Good!” The onlookers applauded enthusiastically.
Liu Qingxi felt proud, her face blooming like a flower; this outstanding man was hers.
“I’ve struck gold!” Liu Qingxi whispered playfully into Yang Yichen’s ear.
Unbeknownst to her, behind her was a burning gaze filled with intense fury, as if it could incinerate her completely.
The girl’s teeth clenched tightly, her hands balled into fists with veins bulging. Suddenly, she broke through the crowd and charged towards Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen.
The crowd erupted in chaos. "Who is this? What's going on?" An angry voice shouted at the instigator of the disturbance.
As soon as the words were spoken, two striking figures from the crowd were pulled apart.
The woman, dressed in a bright red outfit that accentuated her perfectly curvy figure, had a beautiful face twisted in anger. "Yang Yichen, are you really choosing someone like this over me?"
She was furious. At the Mid-Autumn Banquet, in front of civil and military officials, she, Liang Shuer, had been rejected by Yang Yichen, losing face and becoming a laughingstock throughout the capital.
She should have regarded him as an enemy, but her heart uncontrollably fell for him. This was what they called love at first sight; from then on, there was no one else in her eyes.
Even if it meant becoming a joke, she would not mind. However, with the emperor's decree in place, she dared not act openly.
She thought Yang Yichen would simply disappear from her life. Though she felt unwilling, she could not go against the royal will.
Who would have thought that one blow after another would strike her? To her, Liu Qingxi's appearance was nothing more than that of a neighbor girl—unremarkable and hardly stunning; at most, she could be compared to a simple bowl of congee.
This infuriated the usually proud Liang Shuer. Ignoring the onlookers around her, she pushed through the crowd to separate the two.
Her furious scream seemed to echo her feelings of betrayal by her husband, drawing curious glances from those nearby.
Liu Qingxi's expression stiffened for a moment before clearing up. She raised an eyebrow and asked Yang Yichen, "What's going on?"
Yang Yichen responded with a helpless expression before smiling reassuringly. "It's nothing; I'll handle it."
In an instant, the once sunny and warm young man turned cold as frost, his demeanor shifting like an endless expanse of ice and snow, causing the temperature around him to drop several degrees.
"Do I know you?"
Five words—do I know you?
Uh
What’s going on? Don’t recognize me? This is awkward.
Liang Shuer's anger swelled in an instant: “What do you mean? You don’t recognize me?” She widened her eyes in disbelief, and suddenly her expression changed.
“Hahaha!” The crowd erupted in laughter.
“What a situation! Turns out she’s just full of herself, completely delusional!”
“Exactly, they were doing just fine, and she had to butt in. What kind of situation is that? Besides, I don’t think this woman is pretty at all; she looks like a seductress, nothing like that girl who is much more pleasant to look at.”
People pointed at Liang Shuer, clearly looking down on her as the woman who tried to steal someone else's love.
“You, you all...” Liang Shuer turned around fiercely, pointing at the gossiping crowd and said, “What does it have to do with you?”
This man was someone she had set her sights on, but unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere.
Please, if Liu Qingxi knew what she was thinking, she would definitely spit blood: “Who exactly is the one trying to steal love and break up a couple? I’ve been engaged to Yang Yichen for several years now!”
Well, trying to reason with someone like her is simply a waste of time, breath, and youth. Sorry for living this life again.
“Let’s go, A-Chen.” Liu Qingxi gently took Yang Yichen’s long and defined hand and walked past Liang Shuer step by step.
Sometimes, dealing with unreasonable people like Liang Shuer is like playing music to a cow; ignoring her instead makes her feel frustrated as if hitting a wall of cotton.
Liu Qingxi had found that this method worked perfectly against such narrow-minded individuals.
No matter how loud you shout or how much noise you make, I will ignore you because you simply don’t deserve to be my opponent. Treating you as one would be a waste of my emotional intelligence.
The result was predictable. The more Liu Qingxi acted this way, the angrier Liang Shuer became, panting heavily: "If you have the ability, let's compete. If I win, Yang Yichen will be mine."
"Ha~~~" Liu Qingxi laughed, thinking this girl was too foolish and naive. "Why should I compete with you?"
"You’re afraid!" Liang Shuer provoked.
Liu Qingxi remained unmoved. "Whether I’m afraid or not is irrelevant; I just won’t compete with you."
Liang Shuer's face turned red, her breathing quickened, clearly furious.
Liu Qingxi raised an eyebrow slightly. "He was originally mine; why should I compete with you? Besides, Achen is a person, not an object. How could he possibly be a wager?"
"And by the way, my fiancé just passed by and doesn’t know you at all. Why are you so persistent?"
When it comes to women who want to steal her man, one must be as merciless as autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, crushing any hope of the enemy in the cradle.
Ignoring Liang Shuer completely, Liu Qingxi walked up to Yang Yichen. "A big man like you has nothing to say? What use is a woman who doesn't listen?"
Yang Yichen's lips curled slightly, wearing a smile that could charm any girl, making their hearts flutter.
Liang Shuer's heartbeat slowed for a moment.
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