Return of the Pearl

Although Xiao Yun had put in great efforts in learning the poems that Qianlong had carefully taught her, and had tried her best and spared no effort, she still found it difficult to resist the waves of sleepiness and yawned involuntarily. The yawn sounded softly, like the singing of birds in the early morning, or the rustling of leaves in the breeze, as if it was a natural expression and release of her inner fatigue.

Seeing Xiao Yun like this, Qianlong's heart was filled with pity and pity. His eyes were filled with tenderness and concern, and his voice was as warm and gentle as the spring sun. He slowly said, "Yun'er, if you really have no interest in these poems and don't like to learn them, then forget it.

I can promise you that I will protect you all your life and keep you away from any harm and grievances. You don't need to do things that make you feel unhappy.

You just need to enjoy the beauty of life to the fullest and spend every day happily and joyfully. That is my greatest wish." His words were filled with affection and love, as if to melt Xiao Yun's heart.

However, Xiao Yun shook her head gently, and her waterfall-like black hair swayed slightly. She declined Qianlong's kindness in a gentle but extremely firm tone.

She raised her head slightly, her bright eyes like clear lake water, looking at Qianlong quietly, and said in a voice as soft as a thread: "No, no, I really don't hate these poems, but they are indeed a little difficult for me.

But I will learn little by little, and I firmly believe that I will be able to learn it." Her eyes gleamed with determination, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly. It was both her response to Qianlong and the encouragement and confidence she gave herself.

After hearing her words, Qianlong's face blossomed with a gratified smile like a gorgeous spring flower, and that smile was filled with deep admiration and love for Xiao Yun.

He knew very well that Yun'er was a stubborn and extremely hardworking woman with her own persistent pursuit and firm belief. So, he taught her with even more patience, explaining every word very carefully and meticulously, as if he was meticulously carving a precious work of art.

His voice was gentle and magnetic, as pleasant as the gurgling of water, flowing gently by Xiao Yun's ears and soaking her heart.

He patiently guided her, gradually leading her into the wonderful world of poetry, allowing her to appreciate the profoundness and infinite charm of poetry bit by bit.

Qianlong gently held Xiao Yun's hand. The hand was slender and strong, with white fingers and distinct joints, like a fine work of art.

His hand tightly wrapped around Xiao Yun's soft and delicate hand. The touch was as smooth as silk, which made Xiao Yun feel warm and at ease.

In this warm embrace, Xiao Yun could clearly feel the power transmitted by Qianlong. That power seemed to tell her that there was no need to be afraid, because he would take care of everything.

At this moment, they were in a quiet and warm corner. The sunlight came through the window lattice, casting fine light and shadows, creating a romantic atmosphere for them.

Qianlong stared at Xiao Yun intently, his eyes full of love and tenderness. His gaze was like a warm spring breeze, blowing on Xiao Yun's heart. The corners of his mouth raised slightly with a faint smile, and that smile caused ripples in Xiao Yun's heart.

Qianlong began to teach Xiao Yun how to write, stroke by stroke. His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a precious treasure. His fingers gently slid across the back of Xiao Yun's hand, guiding her fingers to dance. Every stroke was written so carefully and attentively.

Xiao Yun felt his guidance, her heart filled with happiness and emotion. She secretly looked up at Qianlong, only to see that his expression was focused and devoted, and his handsome face looked even more charming under the sunlight. Xiao Yun secretly rejoiced in her heart, thinking how lucky she was to be so close to him.

Xiao Yun's hair fluttered gently in the breeze. Her waterfall-like black hair was as soft as silk, brushing against Qianlong's arm from time to time, bringing a tingling sensation.

Qianlong's eyes were involuntarily attracted by Xiao Yun's hair. He couldn't help but stretch out his other hand and gently push the strand of hair behind Xiao Yun's ear. The action was gentle and natural, full of care and love. A blush appeared on Xiao Yun's face. She lowered her head shyly, her heart filled with sweetness.

In this quiet time, the two of them, with their beautiful women adding to their beauty, formed a beautiful picture. The interaction between them was full of intimacy and warmth, and every detail revealed their love for each other.

Qianlong only has Xiao Yun in his heart, and he is willing to give everything for her; Xiao Yun only has Qianlong in her heart, and she is willing to accompany him through every beautiful moment.

It seems that there is only each other in their world. In this warm atmosphere, time seems to have stopped, just to witness the beautiful love between them.

Jianjia Palace

In the morning light of the next day, Ziwei and Erkang got up early and went to the palace to pay their respects with respect. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and walked lightly and gracefully, as if they were characters walking out of a scroll.

They first came to the Queen's bedroom and respectfully bowed to her. The Queen pretended to be happy, and the loving expression on her face seemed as if it was carefully carved out.

However, beneath this seemingly kind appearance, there was an undercurrent of resentment and jealousy surging in her heart. She wanted to put Ziwei in an irretrievable situation, but she never expected that not only did she fail to destroy Ziwei, but instead she made her and Erkang's happy marriage possible.

This was truly a case of losing more than she gained. Her wishful thinking was completely dashed, and one could imagine how frustrated and unwilling she felt. Afterwards, they went to the Queen Mother's palace and expressed their deep respect to her. The Queen Mother's kind face was filled with a warm smile, and she welcomed their arrival.

Then, Ziwei and Erkang walked with steady steps to the Jianjia Palace. The Jianjia Palace stood deep in the imperial palace, solemn and majestic. The vermilion palace walls towered into the clouds, as if they were witnesses of the years, silently telling the splendor and glory of the past.

The mythical beasts on the eaves of the palace are lifelike, majestically overlooking the world. The pavilions and towers in the palace are staggered, and the carved beams and painted buildings are exquisite, showing the royal dignity and luxury.

Walking through it, you can feel a quiet and mysterious atmosphere, as if time has stopped here, making people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

The bluestone floor is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the vicissitudes of time. The flowers, plants and trees in the palace are lush and colorful, adding a touch of vitality to this solemn palace. The breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers fills the air, refreshing the heart, making people feel as if they are in a dreamlike fairyland.

When they stepped into the Jianjia Palace, they happened to come across the beautiful scene of red sleeves and fragrance. Qianlong and Xiao Yun were immersed in the warm atmosphere, their hands tightly clasped together, and Qianlong taught Xiao Yun to write stroke by stroke. The scene was poetic and picturesque, which moved people.

Ziwei and Erkang stood quietly by, watching this beautiful scene, their hearts filled with emotion. After a moment, Qianlong noticed their arrival and a happy smile appeared on his face. Xiao Yun also hurriedly stood up and greeted Ziwei and Erkang with a smile.

Afterwards, everyone had a meal together in the palace. During the meal, there was constant laughter and the atmosphere was very harmonious. After the meal, everyone gathered together to chat for a while, sharing each other's recent situation and interesting stories.

Qianlong enthusiastically invited Ziwei to play a few games with him. Ziwei gladly agreed. The two started a fierce contest on the chessboard. The chess pieces jumped on the chessboard, as if performing a wonderful duel. After a few games, Qianlong and Ziwei were immersed in this pleasant time, and laughter echoed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation from time to time.

Finally, Ziwei and Erkang reluctantly bid farewell to Qianlong and Xiao Yun and left the palace. Their figures gradually faded away, but that beautiful picture remained deeply in everyone's heart.