Zhen Huan is still in love, and her sister's goal is to become the queen mother

"This is for you."

An Lingrong lowered her head slightly and handed over the hanging screen she had embroidered. The sachet was tucked into her sleeve, with a corner of it slightly exposed.

Do you want to send it out now?

An Lingrong hesitated for a while, but still stuffed the sachet into her sleeve.

E Min also noticed An Lingrong's actions, but pretended not to notice and took the hanging screen naturally.

"This hanging screen is exquisite and the pattern is unique."

"Look at the needlework. It takes a very high level of embroidery skills to do such a good job."

E Min praised the hanging screen to the heavens and the earth, which made An Lingrong very shy. She said shyly:

"It's not that good... I embroidered it, but how can I be considered as a master?"

E Min smiled and said, "Miss An is really modest. I'm afraid few people can match your embroidery skills."

Watching E Min and An Lingrong interacting with each other, one was shy but her eyes were full of joy, and the other treated her gently, gently and politely without overstepping the line, the smile in Aunt Xiao's eyes became deeper and deeper.

The more she looked at the two, the more she felt they were a perfect match. Looking at E Min, Aunt Xiao kept nodding with satisfaction.

Looking at An Lingrong, Aunt Xiao's eyes flashed with relief.

Rong Er...

An Lingrong and E Min were chatting, and E Min took the initiative to bring up topics that An Lingrong might be interested in, not giving the atmosphere a chance to cool down.

At the same time, E Min did not ignore Aunt Xiao. He would ask her from time to time and let her join in the topic.

From this point of view, Aunt Xiao was even more satisfied.

"This is the cost of the carriage. Thank you for helping me that day, young master."

An Lingrong handed over a purse, and E Min did not refuse this time.

He knew that if he refused the money, An Lingrong would feel that she owed him a favor, which would be even worse. She would probably feel sad and uneasy.

That is the relationship between the beneficiary and the recipient. E Min wanted a relatively equal relationship between the two. She did not want An Lingrong to be in a weak position, nor did she want her to feel more pressure.

E Min took the money bag and smiled:

"It's just a simple favor. I'm destined to meet you twice."

E Min emphasized the word "fate". An Lingrong heard the deep meaning in his words, but was afraid that she was overthinking it, so she felt conflicted and excited at the same time.

Seeing this, Aunt Xiao also wanted to give the two more opportunities to be alone together, so she took the initiative to find an excuse to leave temporarily.

E Min looked at An Lingrong and said comfortingly:

"The girl remained calm despite the disaster that day, which is admirable."

E Min praised An Lingrong several more times, which only made An Lingrong blush.

Looking at the jade-like young man, An Lingrong's heart beat faster and faster. The thumping sound in her chest showed her heartbeat and urged her to do something.

An Lingrong held the sachet in her hand, feeling extremely hesitant.

But E Min looked at her with such tolerance, and the faint light in his eyes made An Lingrong feel longing.

"I... Master E, I..."

An Lingrong hesitated, but E Min took the lead and spoke proactively.

"The girl came from Suzhou and said that the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. I regret that I have never seen it. But when I see the girl so beautiful, I know that what she said is true, and I am even more eager to see it."

"The land and water nurture the people, and I also want to see the beauty of Jiangnan."

"This is indeed abrupt, but every word is from my heart."

When An Lingrong heard this, her body froze in place, and the sachet actually slipped straight out of her sleeve.

By the time An Lingrong reacted, her cheeks were already flushed. She stuffed the sachet into E Min's arms and covered her face with her sleeves.

E Min grabbed the sachet that An Lingrong stuffed into his hands in a panic, and stood there in a daze. Then, a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Miss An..."

Hearing E Min's call, An Lingrong finally realized what she had done. Her cheeks were burning and her eyes were shy and timid. An Lingrong covered herself tighter with her sleeves and refused to look at E Min at all.

"Miss An, are you willing...are you willing? I, the lower..."

E Min also became flustered and spoke incoherently.

An Lingrong was so ashamed and angry when she heard E Min's words that she said:

"Ah! Really..."

How come E Min didn't know what An Lingrong meant at this time, and he reacted immediately.

"I'll just ask my mother to propose marriage, no no no... that's too offensive, and I should also give proper gifts... I... oh... I don't know what to say."

E Min smiled, his head was overwhelmed with joy and was in a mess.

When An Lingrong heard about the marriage proposal and the gift-giving ceremony, she became even more shy. She suppressed her uneasiness and her heart was filled with joy.