Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

Shen Wanqing took Jing'er with her, harnessed the carriage, and hurried out of the house. She didn't dare to delay for a moment, for fear that Du Zhijie had not yet received the news and had fallen into the prince's trap.

In the space of a cup of tea, the carriage from the Hou Mansion stopped in front of the General's Mansion. The gate was towering, guarded by two stone lions, each carved with lifelike grace and majesty. Above the gate hung a large plaque, inscribed in gold lacquer: "General's Mansion." The powerful, forceful calligraphy highlighted the mansion's lord's nobility.

In the heart of this place lived the Du family, a family of loyal generals from generation to generation, deeply loved by the people. Du Zhijie, the Du family's only son, was young and promising, a renowned young general in the capital. His bravery, wisdom, and courage earned him the emperor's admiration.

"Miss, this general's mansion is so magnificent!"

Jing'er looked at the mansion in front of her and uttered a word of praise. She thought that the Marquis' Mansion was already the most luxurious, but she didn't expect that the General's Mansion looked many times better than the Marquis' Mansion.

"Haha, you have good taste."

Shen Wanqing got off the carriage with Jing'er's help. She looked at the maid in front of her with an envious look on her face and couldn't help but make a joke.

"Miss, wait a minute. I'll go knock on the door."

Jing'er walked briskly up the stairs and stood in front of the door, ringing the door knocker with both hands.

Shen Wanqing stood in front of the door of the general's mansion, her thoughts drifting back to her previous life. Such a good general's mansion ended up like that. This time, it was her turn to guard it.

She took a deep breath. Although she was very familiar with this place, she was still not sure what her identity was in visiting this time. It might be a little abrupt, but she still encouraged herself. After all, the people here were easy to get along with.

The door slowly opened, and a servant poked his head out. Shen Wanqing said politely, "Hello, I'm Shen Wanqing, the fourth young lady of the Hou Mansion. I've come to visit General Du today."

When the servant heard it was the fourth young lady of the Hou Mansion, he immediately saluted respectfully and said, "Miss Shen, please come in. General Du is still in the barracks today. The old general is at home. I will inform you right away."

Shen Wanqing was ushered into the mansion. She looked around and saw that everything was the same as before, unchanged. The general's mansion was decorated solemnly yet elegantly, revealing the style of a military family. She was led to the living room, where sat a white-haired old general. It was Du Zhijie's father, General Du.

When the old general saw Shen Wanqing, a kind light flashed in his eyes. He smiled and greeted her: "Miss Shen is visiting today. I am so happy. But that brat is not in the house. I am afraid you will have to wait a while."

Shen Wanqing bowed slightly and replied politely, "General, you are too kind. I hope you will forgive me for my intrusive visit today."

The old general laughed heartily and pulled Shen Wanqing to sit down. "No, no, I'm so happy that Miss Shen is here. I've heard that Miss Shen is both talented and beautiful. Seeing her today, I can see that her reputation is well-deserved."

Shen Wanqing blushed slightly at the old general's constant praise, but she still said modestly, "General, you are too kind. I am just an ordinary woman, how could I dare to accept such praise?"

The old general waved his hand. He was very fond of the girl in front of him. If she could be his daughter-in-law, it would be a blessing. He wondered if that brat would have such luck. "Miss Shen, there's no need to be modest. Your talent and beauty are well-known in the capital. Although I don't go out often, people are always talking about how amazing you are."

"It's not as good as they say. I usually like reading and writing, and occasionally I play the piano and embroider."

Upon hearing this, the old general nodded and praised: "Very good, very good, these are all the actions of a lady. My son, all he does is wield swords and guns all day long, how could he understand such elegant things."

It has been stated so clearly, does this old general just want to be a matchmaker for his son?

Shen Wanqing's voice was elegant. "General Du has served his country and his people. He is a true hero. Wanqing admires him very much."

This sentence touched the old general's heart. The best reward for a military general is the recognition of his contributions by the people.

Hearing this, the old general showed a proud look on his face: "Miss Shen is really good at talking. My son is so lucky to have a friend like you."

The two chatted happily, and the old general's affection for Shen Wanqing was evident. He truly liked this straightforward girl from the bottom of his heart, without a trace of pretense or affectation. This kind of woman was exactly the kind of hostess the general's mansion wanted.

Just as the two were chatting happily, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a man in military uniform walked in. It was Du Zhijie. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Shen Wanqing, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he showed a gentle smile: "Miss Shen, why are you here?"

Shen Wanqing stood up and saluted slightly: "General Du, Wanqing came to visit today, I didn't expect you to still be in the barracks."

Du Zhijie smiled and shook his head. "I'm so busy with military affairs. I'm sorry to have kept Miss Shen waiting for so long. Father, how was your conversation with Miss Shen?"

The old general said with a smile: "Very good, Miss Shen is really a good girl. The more I talk to her, the more I like her."

"You guys chat slowly, I'm a bit free here, I need to go back to my room to catch up on some sleep."

The old general was tactful enough to leave space for the two of them, and was considerate enough to send the servants outside the door away so as not to disturb them.

Du Zhijie walked up to Shen Wanqing and gently took her hand. "Why did you come to see me today? I haven't seen you for a few days. You must be missing me."

"Hate!"

A blush appeared on Shen Wanqing's face. As soon as Du Zhijie saw her, he either hugged her or held her hand.

"Did you feel wronged when you returned home that day?"

Shen Wanqing shook her head. "No, Daddy is busy and has no time to care about me, and Mom doesn't have the heart to care either."

"By the way, when I went to see my mother today, she told me that Shen Wanru told her that the Crown Prince wants you to forge weapons, and quite a few of them. Did you get the news?"

Shen Wanqing was almost distracted by Du Zhijie, and she hurriedly explained her purpose.

Du Zhijie felt warm at the sight of the woman in front of him, who looked worried for him. He said softly, "Your information is very timely. I have heard about the weapon forging matter, but I don't know what the prince means. Don't worry, I will come up with a plan."

Seeing his confident expression, Shen Wanqing felt relieved and prepared to go back home.

But at this time Du Zhijie's eyes became very gentle. He raised his hand gently, and the touch from his fingertips made his heart beat faster.

Shen Wanqing's cheeks were lightly flushed, and her eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkled with anticipation and shyness. She tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing her inner nervousness.

Du Zhijie slowly approached, his breathing became a little rapid, and his warm breath brushed across Shen Wanqing's forehead.

A smile appeared on Du Zhijie's lips. He slowly leaned over and gently kissed Shen Wanqing on the lips. This kiss was gentle and affectionate, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, stirring up layers of ripples.

Shen Wanqing's hands unconsciously climbed onto Du Zhijie's shoulders. Her body trembled slightly, but gradually relaxed as she responded to the kiss. Their figures overlapped in the moonlight. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the fusion of two hearts and endless tenderness.