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Sang Luan asked casually, "What's wrong with Qiu Zhuangxie?"

Yuan Jinsheng took in her expression and chuckled, "It's nothing, I just think the lip rouge from this shop is pretty good."

Then she sighed softly, "Unfortunately, I looked around and there wasn't a color that suited me. I finally found one that suits you quite well. I was originally planning to buy some to give to the ladies in the palace."

Sang Luan silently put away the lip rouge in her hand. "***With her red lips and white teeth, she doesn't need any external help at all; she's already a great beauty."

“When it’s just you and me, I’m not some kind of ***.” Yuan Jinsheng pouted, her handsome eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I still prefer the way you call me Asheng.”

Sang Luan couldn't help but recall the face of Liu Wenxian when she told her not to be rude to the ***.

Since entering the manor, she had never seen Liu Wenxian show any fear.

*** is a full ten years older than her.

However, this age was normal for her time; it was the perfect age to graduate from university.

Sang Luan slightly raised her eyes, and what came into view was Yuan Jinsheng's delicate and petite face.

She found it very difficult to associate the person in front of her with the identity of ***.

Sang Luan smiled at Yuan Jinsheng, her eyes crinkling, "Ah Sheng."

The next moment, when Sang Luan inadvertently looked up and caught sight of Yuan Jinsheng's lips, her eyes lit up.

She braced herself on the edge of the table, stood up abruptly, and rushed to Yuan Jinsheng in three quick steps.

She suddenly grabbed Yuan Jinsheng's hand, "Come with me, I know what kind of lip rouge suits you."

Soon, Sang Luan led Yuan Jinsheng to a side hall in Furong Garden.

In the past few days, she has completely turned the side hall of Hibiscus Garden into her secret base for making lip rouge.

As soon as the door opened, a faint, refreshing fragrance rushed into the nostrils, making it impossible to avoid.

Yuan Jinsheng took a few deep breaths, her pupils slowly widening as she stared at the scene before her in disbelief.

She turned slightly to the side and looked at Sang Luan, asking, "You... what's this?"

Sang Luan raised the corners of her eyes slightly, walked straight ahead, and casually picked up the dried flowers next to her. "Didn't you say you couldn't find a color that suited you? Well, I happen to be a bit interested in this, and I know what colors suit you."

Yuan Jinsheng stared intently at the dried flower in Sang Luan's hand, quickly stepped forward, took it, and examined it closely.

"Why do these flowers look different from the ones I usually see?"

Yuan Jinsheng looked puzzled.

Sang Luan was taken aback, and tentatively asked, "You haven't seen this flower before?"

Yuan Jinsheng: "Yes, this flower is too strange. It looks the same as the flowers in the Imperial Garden, but the texture is completely different."

She moved the dried flowers closer to her and sniffed them lightly. "If you smell them carefully, they still have a faint fragrance."

Sang Luan lowered her head slightly, deciding to discuss the dried flower market with Meng Youning later.

Yuan Jinsheng suddenly spoke up, "If the box for the Autumn Makeup Set could be even more exquisite, it would be even better."

Sang Luan silently kept all of this in her heart.

"Didn't you just say you knew what lipstick color suited me?" Yuan Jinsheng blinked, turning to look at Sang Luan. "What color?"

She stood with her hands behind her back, dressed in white, slightly tiptoeing, smiling at Sang Luan.

She looked just like a young girl who had just reached the age of marriage.

The moment Sang Luan looked up, this was the scene she saw.

Because Yuan Jinsheng was born a girl, she was able to live peacefully in the palace, which was full of wolves and tigers, and survived the period when she was surrounded by wolves.

She and the current emperor are born of the same mother, and in this palace, only Yuan Jinsheng lives a relatively free life.

She didn't need to worry about marriage, food and clothing, or palace affairs.

She was an exception in the palace; unless she wanted to get married herself, no one in the vast palace could force her to.

The reason her skin is so well-maintained is not only due to the products she uses and her natural beauty, but also to her daily mood.

Sang Luan silently withdrew her gaze and walked towards Yuan Jinsheng, saying, "You'll find out soon enough."

*

Jiang Zhuo had a faint smile on his lips as he walked towards the gate of the mansion.

The next moment, when she saw Meng Youning's extremely pale face and somewhat unsteady steps, she was immediately startled.

"Quickly, what are you all standing there for? Go and help the Crown Princess up."

She quickly waved to the people around her.

As soon as she finished speaking, her two personal maids quickly stepped forward and supported Meng Youning's arms.

Jiang Zhuo waved his hand, about to hit Qi Ran next to him, "Why aren't you going yet?"

Qi Ran tilted his waist back slightly, and just in time, he dodged Jiang Zhuo's slap.

A smile immediately appeared on his lips, as if to say, "Didn't you hit me? Didn't you hit me?"

Jiang Zhuo paused for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped him again.

This blow landed squarely on Qi Ran's right arm.

Qi Ran frowned, instinctively reaching out to cover the spot where he had been hit, and glared at Jiang Zhuo, baring his teeth, "Mom! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Jiang Zhu clicked his tongue impatiently, "I really want to beat you to death. You Ning is already like this, and you're still arguing with me!"

Qi Ran gently rubbed the spot where she had been hit, and pouted, "You're the one who told me to go."

Before Jiang Zhuo could reach out again, he quickly stepped forward.

He pushed aside the two maids beside Meng Youning, bent down slightly, put one hand to protect Meng Youning's neck, and placed the other hand behind Meng Youning's knees.

With a little force, Meng Youning was pulled into Qi Ran's arms.

Jiang Zhuo carefully stretched out her hands, bustling about in the air.

One moment he wanted to reach out and pull Meng Youning down, the next he was afraid that Meng Youning would fall from Qi Ran's arms.

After working on it for a while, he finally withdrew his hand silently.

The moment Qi Ran picked her up, Meng Youning instinctively placed her hands behind Qi Ran's neck.

They clasped their hands together and hugged each other tightly.

Meng Youning quickly realized what was happening.

Was she being carried in a princess carry by Qi Ran?

Realizing this, Meng Youning quickly freed one hand, made a half-fist with her right hand, and placed it against Qi Ran's chest, gently pounding it a few times.

"Put me down quickly, I can walk by myself."

She lifted her eyes with some difficulty and could only see Qi Ran's slightly hunched jaw.

His breath fell evenly on one of her cheeks.

She couldn't help but reach out and scratch her face.

Qi Ran glanced at her casually, then parted his lips slightly and said, "You'd better not move. Mother told me to hold you."

If Meng Youning had paid a little more attention at that moment, she would have noticed that beneath Qi Ran's cold exterior, the tips of his ears were faintly red.

Jiang Zhuo, standing behind him, saw this scene and his smile stretched almost to the back of his ears.

She quickly stepped forward and nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, yes, I asked to be carried. You Ning, you are so weak right now, so let Ran'er take good care of you."