After I traveled through the book, I became the favorite of the cold and indifferent prince.

Hearing this, Yan Qingchen sighed helplessly and said in an indulgent tone: "Well, in that case, I will respectfully obey your command and have a drink with you."

As he said this, he turned to the servant beside him and said, "Go get a pot of wine and two wine glasses."

Yan Qingwan quickly interrupted and said, "Just take two wine glasses. I brought my own wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Lu came over with two maids, each holding a jar of wine.

Seeing this, Yan Qingchen glanced at Yan Qingwan who had already prepared, waved to the servant not far away, and said, "Go quickly."

The servant nodded quickly and turned around to fetch two wine glasses.

Yan Qingchen looked at Qiu Lubai deeply, and after a moment of silence, he picked up the wine pot and filled a glass for himself, and then poured a glass of peach blossom wine with a faint peach blossom fragrance for Yan Qingwan.

The two sat on a stone bench, chatting and tasting fine wine.

Yan Qingwan took a sip, feeling the light sweetness in his mouth, and then cast his gaze towards the wine glass of Yan Qingchen opposite him.

He was seen drinking one glass after another, with a faint smile on his face all the time, and no sign of being drunk, which made Yan Qingwan feel a little uneasy.

Night falls quietly, and the bright moonlight sprinkles in the yard like water.

Yan Qingwan and Yan Qingchen sat quietly on the stone bench, enjoying the beauty of the tranquility.

As time went by, Yan Qingwan's mood gradually relaxed, and his originally tense nerves also gradually relaxed.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed that Yan Qingchen's body opposite her began to shake slightly.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and there was an indescribable sadness in his eyes as he stared straight at himself.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost his usual calmness and composure. He was extremely excited, his breathing became rapid and disordered, and he whispered the word "Awan" softly.

Seeing this, Yan Qingwan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in confusion.

Then, she called out tentatively, "Third brother?"

Yan Qingchen on the opposite side swayed, and refilled his cup. After he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, he slowly looked at her and asked in confusion: "Ah Wan, what do you want to call me brother for?"

Yan Qingwan pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said softly: "Third brother, why don't you want to get married?"

Yan Qingchen's eyes flickered across from him, and he chuckled, "What's wrong? Are you worried about your brother's marriage?"

Yan Qingwan paused for a moment, and said awkwardly, "I just feel that Third Brother is old enough to get married, so why aren't you in a hurry?"

"Oh~" Yan Qingchen chuckled and said jokingly: "Then what kind of woman do you think I should marry, Ah Wan?"

Yan Qingwan choked, and the image of Gu Shiruan emerged in his mind.

She shook her head gently and whispered, "I don't know... I'm just curious, does Third Brother have no one he likes?"

Yan Qingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her deeply, and chuckled: "Really? Does Ah Wan have a suitable candidate to recommend to me?"

Yan Qingwan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and said, "No... But I think Third Brother can take his time to choose, and he will always find the right person."

There was a barely perceptible hint of something strange in Yan Qingchen's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He raised his glass, drank it all in one gulp, then smiled bitterly and said, "Let's talk about it later... But now I just want to live freely and don't want to be bound by marriage."

Yan Qingwan looked at his lonely expression and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

She didn't know why he didn't want to get married, but as a sister, she still hoped that he could find his own happiness.

After a moment of silence, Yan Qingwan slowly said, "Third brother, if you really don't want to get married, then don't force yourself. As long as you are happy, that's all."

Yan Qingchen raised a faint smile, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and said softly: "Well, thank you, A Wan. I am already very satisfied to have you as my sister."

Yan Qingwan smiled slightly, his eyes full of love and blessings for his brother.

She believed that no matter what choice the third brother made, he would have a wonderful life of his own.

And all she could do was to stay by his side, support him, and accompany him.

As for Gu Shiruan, whether there is any fate between the two of them depends on how they get along with each other.

She can't force a match between them.

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Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the day to go to the Xishan Palace.

It was early in the morning, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.

The chirping sounds of cicadas can still be heard in the yard.

Yan Qingwan was gently awakened by the maids, who helped her out of bed.

Yan Qingwan sat in front of the makeup mirror with sleepy eyes, coordinating with the maids' actions.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the maids combing her hair with their deft hands, braiding it into an exquisite bun and inserting gorgeous hair accessories.

Then they carefully applied rouge and lip color to her.

After dressing up carefully, Yan Qingwan walked out of the room leisurely, followed by his mother, grandmother, aunt, Yan Qingzi and Yan Qingge, and got on the carriage in a grand manner.

As for the eldest sister-in-law, she volunteered to stay in the villa to take care of little Zhili.

Yan Qing began to catch up on her sleep after getting off the train that night. When Madam Yan II called her softly, she stretched lazily and slowly opened her eyes.

This was really troublesome in ancient times. To attend a banquet, one had to get up early in the morning and dress up to show respect to the host.

It’s not like in later generations, when most people attend dinner parties and have a whole day to put on makeup.

Yan Qingwan yawned and said lazily, "Mother, are we here?"

Madam Yan smiled and nodded, and said softly, "Yes, wake up quickly, we are going to get off the carriage."

Yan Qingwan nodded and yawned again.

Several people got off the carriage one after another. Yan Qingwan listened to his grandmother and the old ladies of other families nodding and greeting each other, and then followed her slowly into the palace.

The outer walls of the Xishan Palace are so tall and majestic that they reach into the sky, making people marvel at their grandeur.

Its main body is built of magnificent marble, which shines brightly under the sunlight, exuding an atmosphere of dignity and majesty.

Pushing open the heavy vermilion door, a spacious courtyard appears before your eyes, giving you a sense of broad vision and a relaxed and pleasant mood.

The courtyard is full of pavilions and towers, which are magnificent and imposing.

When you enter the courtyard, you can see the spring scenery all over the garden, green grass, clusters of flowers, and various rare flowers competing for beauty, which is beautiful beyond words.

These precious flowers not only have a wide variety of varieties, but also have brilliant and dazzling colors, red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow, forming a colorful picture.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing and makes people feel as if they are in a fairyland, intoxicated.

Walking slowly along the bluestone path, there are carefully trimmed green belts on both sides of the road, with shady trees bringing a touch of summer coolness to pedestrians.

The architectural style in the garden is unique and full of classical charm.

Pavilions and towers are scattered throughout the garden in an orderly manner, blending in with the surrounding natural landscape to form beautiful scenery lines.

Each building is meticulously crafted, with every detail showing ingenuity, making one marvel at the superb skills of ancient craftsmen.