I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

With the official operation of Jinxiu Weaving Workshop, more and more poor women have a place to settle down.

They learned skills in the weaving workshop, worked hard, earned a stable income, and their lives were greatly improved.

The silk produced by Jinxiu Weaving Workshop is of fine texture and exquisite patterns, and is very popular in the market.

It was not only popular in China, but also exported overseas, bringing huge profits to the Song Dynasty.

Lin Qinshuang also became famous because of this and gained both fame and fortune.

That day, Sheng Hong returned from court with brisk steps and a look of ease between his brows.

He walked straight into the princess's mansion and passed through the winding corridor. He saw Lin Qinshuang sitting by the window, twisting a freshly picked peony between her fingertips and looking at it carefully.

Sheng Hong slowed down his pace, quietly appreciating the scene, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

He walked forward, gently put his arm around Lin Qinshuang's shoulders, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Shuang'er, what are you looking at?"

Lin Qinshuang raised her head, smiled sweetly, and held the peony in her hand to Sheng Hong's nose: "Honglang, smell it, is this flower fragrant?"

Sheng Hong leaned in and sniffed, a faint fragrance permeating his heart and spleen. He nodded in approval: "Hmm, fragrant, people are more fragrant than flowers."

Lin Qinshuang glanced at him with an angry look, put the peony into the bottle, and poured him a cup of tea with her own hands.

Sheng Hong took the teacup and took a sip. He could smell the fragrance of tea and the aftertaste was endless.

He put down the teacup and his eyes fell on Lin Qinshuang, his eyes full of doting.

The two sat side by side by the window, chatting idly.

Sheng Hong suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, Shuang'er, everyone in Bianjing has been talking about Molan's marriage lately."

When Lin Qinshuang heard this, she put down the teacup in her hand, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to Sheng Hong:

"Honglang, do you have any good candidates?"

Sheng Hong pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Although there are many talented young men in Bianjing City, I always feel that none of them is worthy of our Mo'er."

He paused, then added, "Mo'er is so talented, proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and she's also so beautiful. Who knows which boy will be lucky enough to marry her in the future."

There was a hint of reluctance in Sheng Hong's eyes, as if he had already seen the day when Molan got married.

Lin Qinshuang covered her lips and chuckled: "Honglang, you just love Mo'er too much."

She paused for a moment, her eyes becoming serious: "However, I think that maybe we don't need to worry about Mo'er's marriage."

Sheng Hong was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Oh? Shuang'er, why do you say that? But Mo'er has a crush on someone? Whose boy is it?"

She deliberately kept the question in suspense and slowly said, "You also know this person, Honglang."

Sheng Hong frowned and quickly searched for a suitable candidate in his mind, but he still had no clue.

He couldn't help but urge: "Shuang'er, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me who it is."

Lin Qinshuang then slowly uttered two words: "Changze."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Hong was stunned at first, then a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He recalled that the recent interactions between Changze and Molan were indeed a bit unusual.

There is always a hint of tenderness and appreciation in Nagasawa's eyes when he looks at Molan, and Molan is always particularly lively in front of Nagasawa, completely different from her usual quiet self.

Sheng Hong stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.

He watched Nagasawa grow up.

He has been smart and well-educated since childhood. Now he has made great military achievements at such a young age. His future is limitless.

More importantly, he could also see some of Changze's feelings for Molan.

If Molan could really marry Changze, it would be a good thing.

Sheng Hong had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he remained expressionless.

He looked at Lin Qinshuang and said slowly: "Changze is indeed a good kid."

He paused, then added: "He is young and promising, with good character, and he is worthy of our Mo'er."

Lin Qinshuang was secretly delighted to see Sheng Hong give in.

She knew that Sheng Hong would definitely agree to this marriage.

After all, Nagasawa was trained by her, how could he be bad?

A smug smile appeared on her face, and her tone became lighter: "I knew that Honglang would agree."

She moved closer to Sheng Hong and snuggled gently in his arms: "Changze and Molan are childhood sweethearts. If they can be together, it would be a match made in heaven."

Sheng Hong patted Lin Qinshuang's back gently, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

But he still felt a little reluctant.

After all, Molan is his most beloved daughter, and now she is about to get married, so he can't help feeling a little lost.

However, he also knew that when his children grew up, they would eventually get married and start their own families.

As long as Molan is happy, he will be satisfied.

Sheng Hong sighed and hugged Lin Qinshuang tighter.

He whispered, "As long as Mo'er likes it, I agree."

When Lin Qinshuang heard this, she felt a sweet feeling in her heart.

She raised her head and kissed Sheng Hong lightly on the face: "Hong Lang, you are so kind."

The news of victory at the border swept across the entire city of Bianjing like a gust of wind.

In teahouses, taverns, streets and alleys, people were running around telling each other and cheering.

"Have you heard? The General of the Northern Expedition has won a great victory! All the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun have been recovered!"

"Is this true? This is such a great joyous occasion!"

"It's absolutely true! The victory report has reached the palace!"

"Great! Now our Great Song Dynasty can finally hold its head high!"

When the news reached the princess's residence, Lin Qinshuang and Molan were admiring the flowers in the back garden.

The breeze blows by, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, refreshing the heart.

Molan held a blooming peony in her hand, sniffing it gently, with a happy smile on her face.

Suddenly, a little maid ran over hurriedly, her face full of excitement.

"Princess! Miss! Great joy! Great joy!"

Lin Qinshuang and Molan looked at each other, and a hint of doubt flashed in their eyes.

"What's the good news? Tell me quickly."

Lin Qinshuang asked, with a hint of anticipation in her voice.

"General Zhengbei, great victory! We have recovered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun and will return to the capital soon!"

The little maid was so excited that she was incoherent and her voice was trembling.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qinshuang and Molan were stunned.

A hint of disbelief first flashed across their eyes, and then was replaced by ecstasy.

"Really? Are you telling the truth?"

Molan excitedly grabbed the little maid's arm, her voice trembling.

"It's absolutely true! Miss, this is a great joy!"

The little maid nodded vigorously, a bright smile on her face.

Lin Qinshuang held Molan's hand tightly, and they smiled at each other, with tears of excitement in their eyes.

"Great! Nagasawa, he's finally coming back!"

Molan murmured to herself, her voice full of anticipation and joy.

Lin Qinshuang gently patted the back of Molan's hand, her eyes full of relief.

Lin Qinshuang and Molan hugged each other excitedly and cried with joy.

They have waited for this day for too long.