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Apart from the sounds of bowing to Dugu Han and Queen Wang, the Imperial Garden was quiet, with Yang Yichen positioned in the center.
Once Dugu Han and Queen Wang had walked away, he stood up, adjusted his official robes, and returned to his place.
Just as he sat down, Ning Hong rushed over excitedly: "Yang Yichen, you have quite a lot of nerve! How dare you defy..." Looking around, Ning Hong lowered his voice.
Yang Yichen smiled slightly, offering no comments on what had just occurred.
He believed that since he had acted so boldly in front of the Emperor, no one would dare to target him again.
He belonged to Liu Qingxi, and Liu Qingxi belonged to him—there was no one else.
What had just transpired had caused quite a stir among the officials.
Everyone knew that Yang Yichen was the Emperor's new favorite, deeply cherished by him. They were surprised that such affection could lead to this situation; a marriage proposal was interrupted and brushed off so lightly.
No one in history had ever defied the Emperor's wishes without consequence.
But Yang Yichen knew he had made the right gamble; he bet on Dugu Han's reluctance to part with the continuous supply of new weapons.
This was his leverage. With his current abilities, he could establish himself in any country and negotiate with royalty.
This kind of high-stakes gamble involved wagering everything he had. It was a must; one must give to gain, and he succeeded.
His calm demeanor further impressed the officials, and several approached him for conversation: "Lord Yang is truly remarkable; such results in just a few days."
"I wonder who has such good fortune to become Lord Yang's fiancée; it must be a blessing from a past life."
"Lord Yang is favored by the Emperor; I hope Lord Yang can speak kindly on our behalf in front of him."
The scene suddenly became lively, with Yang Yichen surrounded in the middle, unable to escape. It was clear to everyone that Yang Yichen had a bright future ahead, especially with Dugu Han, the foremost figure of the Western Moon Kingdom, backing him up. Building good relationships would surely bring many benefits.
In front, a man around fifty years old, dressed in a blue official robe, was filled with rage. Suddenly, he slammed the table and coldly snorted, "People rise and fall; you may be successful for a moment, but I wonder how far you can go."
With that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Without Dugu Han present, Wang Wenyuan's influence was not to be underestimated. He stormed out without even greeting anyone.
His departure stirred the faction of Prince Dugu Li. The remaining few who wanted to curry favor with Yang Yichen surrounded him for a full minute before slowly dispersing. At this time, the moon rose above the treetops, casting its round glow in the sky and illuminating the path home.
At Liu Qingxi's home, masters and servants gathered joyfully around a large table, tasting wine, drinking tea, and eating mooncakes.
Liu Yi and his rough companions were in high spirits, raising their fists and shouting loudly as they indulged in food and drink.
The Wen Family sat on the other side with Liu Qingxi and Liu Qingyan along with their women. Compared to the boisterousness of Liu Yi and his friends, this table was noticeably more subdued.
"Come on! They have Erguotou; let’s drink some fruit wine! This is our first Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital. We are all family here; let’s enjoy ourselves without distinction between master and servant!"
The Wen Family happily raised their glasses in a toast to everyone present.
Having lived half her life and moved to an entirely unfamiliar environment for her son’s sake, it was the companionship of these people that helped her quickly overcome the difficult adjustment period.
In this strange city, they were family—an indispensable part of each other's lives.
Aunt Xu and Ye Aunty raised their glasses together, saying, "We wish the lady becomes younger and younger, we wish the sister becomes more and more beautiful, and we wish the young master achieves success soon!"
The sounds of laughter and joy spread far and wide, with red candles illuminating the courtyard, drawing the attention of neighboring households who whispered among themselves.
What was even more delightful was that the mooncakes sent out by Liu Qingxi received unanimous praise. Each family returned the favor in the evening, perhaps not with anything valuable, but all were heartfelt gestures.
This also signified their genuine integration into this street, into this city, gaining everyone's recognition.
The hourglass flowed slowly, time quietly passed by, and several guards had already drunk themselves to a stupor. They swayed unsteadily while still shouting for more drinks.
At that moment, Yang Yichen returned!
Having changed out of his heavy and inconvenient official attire, the young man wore a white long robe. Standing next to Liu Qingxi, who was dressed in a red long skirt, one was as warm as fire while the other was as cold as ice.
One still and one moving, one red and one white, they stood together like a beautiful flower bouquet.
Different colors, different styles somehow gave them the appearance of a couple's outfit.
Wen Family rubbed his forehead and said, "I can't take it anymore; I've had a bit too much fruit wine and feel a little dizzy. I'm heading back now; you young people keep having fun."
Liu Qingyan rolled her eyes mischievously and laughed, "Sister, Brother Yang, I have a day off on the third; I'm tired and will go rest now." With that, she quickly left.
At some point—perhaps just a brief moment—the people in the courtyard all retreated, leaving only two figures behind: one in red and one in white, quietly gazing at each other under the moonlight.
In their eyes were only each other and their love for one another.
In the courtyard remained just the two of them; it was their world together.
Suddenly, Yang Yichen wrapped his arms around Liu Qingxi's waist, lightly tapped his toes, and with a strong push, they soared off the ground and instantly landed on the rooftop.
Without the obstruction of leaves or buildings, looking up, the round moon hung in the sky, surrounded by twinkling stars.
The bright moonlight poured down, slowly separating the two figures on the rooftop.
In the same time and space, under the same moonlight, they were not alone in a strange city; there were relatives connected by blood who missed them from afar.
Moreover, there were those without blood ties who held them dear in their hearts, never forgetting those few lovely people who helped them defeat poverty and break free from limitations to envision a better life.
"In the blink of an eye, it's August Fifteenth. They've been gone for two months now," Zhao said, touching her barely noticeable belly with a sigh.
"That's right. I wonder how they're doing over there. Will they be bullied?" Zhang brought a plate of mooncakes: "But you can't worry too much; just take care of yourself."
After waiting for more than ten years for this child, Zhao was now precious about it and could do nothing at all.
"I'm your sister-in-law, two years older than you. You need to take care of yourself. Fifth Son isn't exaggerating; after all, you're already in your thirties but still think you're in your twenties? If you're tired, just lie down and do nothing. The right thing is to safely give birth to the child."
"I know; I was just asking a couple of questions. Without Qingxi, we don't have our today."
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, both families gathered together. Thinking back to the festivals spent with Liu Qingxi in previous years brought a sense of melancholy.
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