The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

It was as if he was conveying all his affection to her through this look without any concealment.

In Xie An Ning's sight, the young man holding a spear, bathing in the morning light, looking at him with gentle eyes, his whole body was glowing.

She was distracted for a moment and subconsciously lowered her eyes to avoid the gaze over there. When she looked down and saw that she was only wearing an outer coat, her whole body froze and she hurried away from the window.

The beloved appeared without even saying hello and then disappeared, which made Ishihara Qing stunned for a moment, and then his smile deepened.

He took the gun and went back to his room.

Then, he went to the small kitchen and brought out a basin of hot water.

When there was a knock on the door, Xie Anning had already dressed neatly and was troubled by her long hair.

After trying several times, I found that I couldn't make a decent bun.

Every time she had just styled her hair, it would become loose and messy after a while, looking not solemn enough. She would simply use a hairband to tie her hair neatly and meticulously behind her head before opening the door.

Looking outside at the man holding a basin of warm water with toiletries placed beside it, Xie Anning hurriedly reached out to take it.

"It's a bit heavy, let me do it." Ishihara Qing avoided her hand, placed the basin steadily on the washstand, wrung out the towel and handed it to her.

“…Thank you.”

Xie An Ning took the handkerchief from his hand and waited for a moment. Seeing that he was still standing there with no intention of avoiding her, she could only speak directly: "...Yuan Qing, why don't you go out first?"

A woman's washing and dressing are as private as changing clothes. How could she wash her face in front of him?

"Okay," Ishihara Qing smiled slightly and nodded, "My courtesy name is Ziqin, can you call me by my courtesy name, sister?"

Ziqin...

Shi Ziqin.

Xie An Ning muttered it twice in his mind, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and he praised sincerely, "It sounds very good."

In fact, she is very beautiful, but not the gentle beauty that is common in women in secular aesthetics.

Xie Anning has delicate eyebrows and eyes, with slightly upturned tails. She looks fine when she smiles, but once she restrains her expression, she gives off a cold and aloof vibe, which makes people feel distant and dare not offend her easily.

She is also extremely stubborn. She has been the wife of the Wang family for more than ten years and has never bowed her head.

This smile made the coldness between her eyebrows disappear, and she looked very approachable, especially at this moment, with her long, ink-black hair tied obediently behind her head.

This is the most common makeup for women at home, adding a touch of intimacy.

Ishihara Qing stared at her for a few moments, his eyes unclear. Xie Anning felt inexplicably nervous, but before she could say anything else, the man in front of her turned and left the room.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but was secretly annoyed at herself for being so nervous.

After I finished washing up and opened the door again, the slender figure standing under the eaves with her back to this side turned around and looked at me, smiling slightly, "Sister, Happy New Year."

In the morning light, the young man had handsome features, clear eyes and a gentle tone.

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized piece of black jade from his sleeve and said, "I should have given it to you yesterday, but you left so quickly that I forgot."

"This is the New Year gift I prepared for you. It will ward off evil spirits and dispel misfortunes. May everything go well for you in the new year, and may all bad luck vanish."

It is common for peers who are on good terms with each other to give each other gifts.

There was no question of private dealings, especially since she was now the head of an independent household, not a girl waiting to be married.

Xie An Ning was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it, "I have nothing now, wait for me to return the gift..."

"No need," Ishihara Qing looked at the sachet tied around her waist and said with a smile, "I just got a piece of jade, and I just happen to be missing a sachet to go with it. Are you willing to part with it, sister?"

"..." Xie An Ning followed his gaze and looked at her waist.

The blue-apricot colored sachet is embroidered with a pine crane spreading its wings in the air, flanked by auspicious clouds. The stitching is so fine that every detail, from the pointed beak to the wings, is very vivid.

She started making this sachet on the day she made up her mind to divorce. Every stitch and every thread meant a lot to Xie An Ning.

She looked embarrassed and said, "This is something I've used before. If you need a sachet, I can make you a new one."

"No, sister," Ishihara Qing, who had always been very easy to talk to since they met again, shook his head slightly, "Today is the first day of the new year, I want a gift now."

Now…

Xie Anning held his forehead.

She was thrown into the prison in such a hurry that the only things on her body except for the jade pendant holding down her skirt were the jewelry she was wearing, which were all girl's things.

Why does this person have to accept gifts now...

She glared at the person in front of her with a headache, and in return, the person lowered his head in grievance, "Is my request too difficult for you, sister?"

"Hiss!" Xie Anning took a breath and said incoherently, "Speak properly."

Normally he calls her sister all the time, and although she feels a little clingy, she can still accept it.

How come this person has changed after not seeing him for one night?

What are you doing as a man, acting so pretentiously and as if you have suffered a great injustice?

It's really disgusting!

She turned her face away, pulled off the sachet from her waist and handed it over, "Isn't it just a sachet? If you want it, just take it. Don't ask for this... style."

Ishihara Qing's eyes lit up and he took it with joy, "Thank you, sister. Can you put it on me?"

"..." Xie Anning's lips twitched, and his teeth felt sore.

She finally understood what it meant when he kept calling her "sister".

Isn’t this just like taking a few concubines into Jingshu Garden?

Wang Shaofu's concubines must have used the same pretentious tactics to curry his favor.

Calling the Master with a soft voice...

Xie Anning's eyebrows twitched, "Shi Ziqin! Act normal."

"……Oh."

Ishihara Qing responded softly.

She was depressed for a moment, but soon became happy again when she saw the sachet in her hand that she couldn't let go of, and tied it around her waist.

Be careful and cherish it.

Xie Anning felt a little sad, "Do you like it that much?"

"Hmm..." While tying the sachet, Ishihara Qing looked up at her and said with a smile, "This is a gift from my sister. Ziqin should treasure it and regard it as an incomparable treasure."

The moment Xie An Ning heard the words, his breath stopped, his steadily beating heart skipped a beat, and began to beat loudly.