Chapter 11 Peony Meets Spring, Fragrance at Its Peak (Middle

that perhaps she would never see that person again, but... Looking at her complete attire, Qi Lin felt less burdened. At least he helped her get dressed. She vaguely remembered what this man seemed to...Chapter Eleven:牡丹 in Spring, Perfume at Its Height (Part 2)

The Drunken Flower Pavilion was not as large as the Mu Estate but it had its own unique charm. On his way through, Mu Qingfeng walked slowly while Liu Xi moved alongside him, stopping and starting. 151 看書網's romantic content updates faster than a rocket; dare you doubt it But Mu Qingfeng merely strolled leisurely among the crimson leaves, composing one or two poems spontaneously.

Though there were many beauties who came to watch, none dared to get close. They could only hide by the side and observe from afar, hoping that they might be noticed. It was said that Mu Qingyang was the third young master of the Mu Estate, renowned for his talent and charm, yet unmarried despite being past the age of twenty.

At this moment, Qi Lin and Su Feng happened to pass by on their way back to the courtyard with clothes they had just returned from washing. Originally, Qiao'er was supposed to do it, but she had a stomachache, so Qi Lin took over for her.

Unexpectedly, on this journey, she overheard other maids chattering. Looking around, she could barely make out a figure in water blue, and she could also faintly hear a gentle male voice reciting poetry, which was the first time Qi Lin had seen ancient people composing poems.

Although she didn’t understand classical Chinese poetry herself, she knew that this person’s talent must be exceptional. She couldn’t help but listen for a few more lines. Initially, she thought it would be that perverted prince, but upon hearing the voice, it seemed not to be him.

Mmm, perhaps that perverted prince just left her here and didn’t bother with her anymore, so she could enjoy some peace.

Just as she was about to head back, Qi Lin heard a sound of zither music. The melody harmonized beautifully with the man’s poetry, very pleasant to listen to.

"It must be Miss Bu Yao; her playing is the very best in Drunken Flower Pavilion." Su Feng, upon hearing the music, naturally assumed it was Bu Yao's work. She had been fortunate enough to hear Bu Yao play and found it extremely pleasant, though she hadn't recognized the specific piece.

Qi Lin shook her head; such attempts at drawing attention were not new to her, but they seemed particularly immature now. Just as she was about to call Su Feng back, she heard someone mention a name—Peony's.

Pausing slightly, Qi Lin instinctively glanced into the maple forest, but saw nothing. Nevertheless, the murmuring of the crowd grew louder, and Qi Lin realized that this must be Peony regaining her reputation, likely by showcasing her true self in some dramatic way. Shaking her head, she felt a twinge of admiration for the ingenuity of ancient women's minds. However, Qi Lin didn't intend to stick around; she tugged at Su Feng’s sleeve and gestured for her to hurry back before they got into trouble.

"It's fine, I think. I heard that Mister Mu is the wealthiest merchant in Phoenix City, and many noble ladies want to marry him." Su Feng blushed slightly as she continued moving forward; after all, her clothes had already been washed and there was nothing to worry about now.

Qi Lin shook her head speechlessly; she had never seen her so affectionate before. She must really be a hopeless romantic, one hundred percent.

Suddenly, a pale purple figure caught Qi Lin's eye. Looking up, Qi Lin finally understood what was meant by the ethereal beauty of ancient women. The woman was dressed in a full set of purple clothing, with a semi-transparent white silk scarf covering her face, which only piqued people’s curiosity even more. However, her eyes did not seem pitiful like that of牡丹's (Note: This character is left as '牡丹' since it refers to a specific character named '楚楚可憐的牡丹', and her name should remain untranslated), but rather confident.

Qi Lin took another careful look and found the figure strangely familiar, yet she couldn't remember where she had seen this person before. Maybe she was mistaken Qi Lin told herself.

"Oh, it's Miss Bu Yao."pened, the piercing pain had almost made her cry out, but she endured it. Compared to when she was bullied by her so-called brother in the past, this was much better. She silently covered her hand to...