After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

The naive Zhihua thought that her young lady refused to wear those cloaks because she didn't like them.

Nian Susu didn't even look at it and shook his head, "No, it's fine like this."

She turned around in front of the mirror, and the hem of her cloud-colored skirt bloomed like a flower, making her look bright and lively.

Zhi Hua said listlessly, "Miss, although it's not snowing outside, it's still very cold. It's fine if you don't want an extra warm coat, but you also don't want a cloak."

Nian Susu smiled mysteriously and did not explain.

She didn't wear warm clothes because she preferred style to temperature. As for why she didn't wear a cape, that was her own little trick.

When it was time to go out, Zhihua was still persuading her to take the cloak with her, but Nian Susu ran out with a smile on her face.

It was already dark. Qin Junyu was standing in front of the Nian mansion. He was wearing an ivory-colored robe with a round collar and narrow sleeves, and a dark black cloak. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his facial features were regular. He looked elegant yet a bit solemn.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs for a long time, and the guards at the door couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, would you like me to inform the young lady?"

It's freezing cold and the place is in the wind. Even if you are in good health, you can't stand the stress.

Qin Junyu said coldly: "No need."

The guard was frightened away by his cold tone, and he shrank his neck and said nothing more. After all, he was not the one who would suffer from the cold.

After two quarters of an hour, Nian Susu finally appeared.

With a shy smile on her face, she walked up to Qin Junyu gracefully, "Your Highness, have you been waiting for a long time?" She lowered her head shyly and brushed her hair that was blown by the wind.

Qin Junyu held her thin shoulders, and the hot temperature of his palm passed through her clothes to her skin, as if she was burned. Only then did Nian Susu realize that she was really not wearing enough.

There was a heater in the house, so she didn't feel cold. But now that she was outside and was blown by the cold wind, and felt the difference in body temperature between them, she slowly realized that she was really cold.

Nian Susu shuddered, the smile on his face froze, and he felt extremely regretful. He should have listened to Zhihua and put on the cloak.

"Go and get a cloak for your young lady." Qin Junyu raised his voice and ordered the guards.

The guard didn't dare to disobey, so he responded and trotted away.

"Why are you wearing so little?" Qin Junyu gently scolded her: "Your face is pale from the cold, are you feeling uncomfortable? If you are not feeling well... can we go out another day?"

Nian Susu interrupted him quickly and covered her cheeks with her hands. Her palms were cold and without any temperature. She muttered, "No, I'm not feeling unwell. My face is pale because... I applied powder."

The last three words were spoken so quietly that Qin Junyu didn't hear them clearly. But when she asked again, she refused to repeat them. She turned away with a look of disgust and said, "Nothing."

Qin Junyu is very innocent.

Nian Su Su was angry at him for not fighting back. Sometimes he was full of sweet words, like a master in love, and sometimes he was completely clueless like a piece of wood, which was difficult to carve.

She really hates it!

The guard quickly brought the cloak, and Qin Junyu tied it on her personally. He patted her shoulders and raised a satisfied smile, "Okay, it looks much warmer now."

His hand slid down her arm, held her cold fingers, and wrapped her fist tightly with his own, trying to pass the warmth to her.

Nian Susu was too shy to look up, her heart was beating like a drum. Even though it was not the first time she did these intimate actions, her heart still beat faster and she still felt embarrassed.

The mouth may lie, but the love in the eyes and the throbbing in the heart cannot.

She really likes Qin Junyu very much.

The two walked hand in hand on the street.

The streets were brightly lit and crowded with people, mostly young men and women. There were many programs and it was very lively.

Nian Susu's hand was held by him. She was so nervous that her thoughts were flying around and she couldn't calm down at all. She had a new idea in her mind every now and then. For example, would someone bump into her? She would naturally throw herself into Qin Junyu's arms. Or, would she fall down while walking? Qin Junyu would put his arm around her waist and they would hug each other face to face.

She would glance at Qin Junyu from time to time, feeling very secretly.

Fortunately, Qin Junyu kept his eyes fixed on her and didn't notice many of her little movements.

However, none of the idol drama plots she imagined happened. Although there were many people around her, no one was so blind as to bump into her, and she was not stupid enough to trip over her left foot and fall.

The silent Qin Junyu suddenly asked in a hoarse voice: "Why...are you always looking at me?"

As he said this, his eyes were still looking forward and his back was straight to the point of being stiff.

Nian Susu felt as if he had been caught doing something bad, and thought to himself, "I... didn't. You must have seen it wrong."

This excuse was too fake and too perfunctory, but Qin Junyu did not question it, nor did he ask any further questions. He held her hand even tighter.

Both of them were nervous.

After walking around for most of the way, Nian Susu was no longer interested in eating, drinking and having fun. He tried to relax himself. It was not a good idea for them to keep walking along this road in such a stiff manner.

Her eyes lit up and she found something interesting.

"Ding..." She suddenly realized that they were outside, surrounded by many people, so to avoid unnecessary trouble, she changed her words: "Master Qin, how about we go and make sugar figures?"

Qin Junyu nodded blankly and let her pull him in one direction.

The two of them arrived at a stall. The stall owner was an old man. He was very old and his hands and feet were not very nimble. People were coming and going around him, but few stopped in front of his stall.

Seeing two young people standing still, the old man immediately put on a smile and asked, "Girls, do you want to buy a sugar man? I can't draw many styles, but I will try my best to meet your requirements." He told the truth.

Nian Susu smiled and said, "Grandpa, can we draw one ourselves?"

She was worried that her grandfather would not agree, so she added an extra condition, "I can pay ten times the price."

A sugar figure costs only five cents, and ten times that is only fifty cents. I guess I can't make fifty cents even if I sell sugar figures for a whole night.

The old man was flattered and waved his hands quickly, "No, no, no, no." He smiled kindly, "Just pay the original price, and you can draw whatever you want."

The old man moved aside to make room for them.

Nian Susu didn't argue with him about whether to pay the original price or ten times the price. He rolled up his sleeves and went behind the iron plate.

The iron plate is cold, and the syrup is boiling on the small stove next to it. You can scoop a spoonful of syrup with a small spoon and pour it on the iron plate into the shape you want.

"Can you make sugar men?" Qin Junyu asked with a smile.

“No.” Nian Susu admitted openly, “Although I can’t draw pictures, I can write.”

She giggled and picked up a small spoon to stir the syrup.