Consort Zhuang doesn't want palace intrigue; she just wants to raise her child and live a caref

Su Nuannuan slowly snapped out of her reverie, a gentle and charming smile appearing on her lips. She said softly, "You go ahead and get busy! I'd like to read a book quietly by myself for a while."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Jinse replied respectfully, then stopped following behind Su Nuannuan, turned and walked towards the outer room, quickly disappearing into the inner chamber.

It was pouring rain outside, the raindrops pounding against the eaves with a loud crackling sound. In such terrible weather, Su Nuannuan wouldn't go to the east wing to have her kingfisher feather crown made.

There are two reasons. First, the rain was simply too heavy. Even with an oil-paper umbrella, it would be difficult to avoid getting one's skirt soaked by the rain if one were to walk through the corridor to reach the east wing. Second, the air inside the room was unusually stuffy and hot on rainy days. Even with many ice basins placed to cool it down, the stuffiness could not be alleviated. Under such conditions, the delicate kingfisher feather inlay technique would undoubtedly have a significant negative impact, resulting in a substantial reduction in the quality of the final product.

Therefore, choosing to calmly read a book on such a rainy day is a wise move. Moreover, this opportunity allows Su Nuannuan to complete the design blueprints for the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow. When she returns to the palace later, she needs to carefully consider whether to arrange for her mother to retrieve the blueprints or entrust Jinse to bring them back when she goes out on business.

As soon as Su Nuannuan sat down gracefully, Jinse carried a pot of steaming tea and a plate of delicate tea snacks, carefully placing them gently on the desk.

After completing these tasks, Jinse quietly withdrew, as if she had never appeared at all.

Su Nuannuan's gaze fell upon the antique-style teapot before her, wisps of white steam rising from its spout, adding a hazy and warm atmosphere to the room. She gracefully lifted the teapot with her slender hand and poured herself a cup of fragrant tea.

"Huh? It's actually black tea. Only Jinse could do something like this. But black tea goes even better with rainy days!" Su Nuannuan murmured softly, a satisfied smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

She picked up the small, exquisite teacup, first bringing it close to her nose to inhale the rich aroma of the tea. Then, she slightly opened her cherry-like lips and took a small sip of the black tea. The warm, mellow tea instantly slid down her throat, bringing a sweet and refreshing sensation.

Setting down her teacup, Su Nuannuan picked up the travelogue she hadn't finished reading from her desk. This travelogue had accompanied her through many leisurely moments; the magnificent mountains and rivers, the local customs and traditions described in it always captivated her. She adjusted her posture, finding the most comfortable angle, and then leisurely opened the pages, continuing to immerse herself in the world of words.

Holding a book in her left hand, she occasionally sipped her tea from her right, sometimes picking up a delicious snack and savoring it. When she came across something interesting, Su Nuannuan couldn't help but chuckle softly, her clear, melodious laughter echoing in the air like silver bells. At this moment, no one disturbed her; she was completely immersed in her own tranquility and joy.

With a dedicated person to take care of the child, a husband who is almost irrelevant, and a caring person like Jinse by her side to serve her, isn't this the carefree, laid-back life she has always dreamed of?

Su Nuannuan thought to herself, she never expected happiness to come so quickly, these wonderful days are simply intoxicating.

When she felt tired of reading, Su Nuannuan would casually change her posture, stretch, or lean back in her chair and close her eyes to rest for a while. After regaining some energy, she would immerse herself in reading again, continuing to enjoy this rare moment of leisure.

After finishing off all the exquisite and delicious tea snacks on the plate, Su Nuannuan closed the captivating travelogue in her hands with satisfaction.

She gently put down her book, stretched her slightly stiff body, and gave a long, comfortable yawn. Then, with graceful movements, she poured herself a cup of still-steaming tea and drank it down in one gulp without hesitation. She felt a warm current slowly flowing down her throat, as if her whole body had been nourished.

Immediately afterwards, Su Nuannuan carefully moved the teapot, teacups, and saucers containing tea and snacks to the side to make room.

Because next, she was going to start drawing up the crucial blueprints for the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

Just then, the drizzling rain outside the window gradually subsided, turning from a dense curtain of rain into sparse raindrops. Judging from this, the rain would stop soon.

After completing the preliminary preparations, Su Nuannuan laid the snow-white Xuan paper flat on the table, then picked up the ink stick and began to grind it carefully.

It must be said that grinding ink is a truly technical skill, but both the original owner of this body and Su Nuannuan, who now holds the dominant position, are adept at this craft.

As for why Su Nuannuan is so proficient, there are two reasons: First, in her previous life, she not only studied calligraphy but also had a considerable interest in traditional Chinese painting. Although her painting skills were not top-notch, they were more than enough for her own entertainment.

With all preparations complete, Su Nuannuan took a deep breath, composed herself, and then picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and officially began her journey of drawing the blueprints for the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

She first sketched a complete outline of the repeating crossbow with swift, flowing lines and precise proportions. Then, she focused intently on meticulously depicting each of the individual components…

While drawing the blueprints, Su Nuannuan appeared to be focused on depicting each stroke, but in reality, she already had a plan in mind.

She skillfully used her paintbrush to subtly and deliberately create several errors in certain key areas of the painting. Although these errors were not obvious, someone skilled in weaponry would quickly spot them.

After setting the carefully drawn blueprints aside to dry, Su Nuannuan's movements became exceptionally gentle and careful.

She carefully and gently gathered the drawings as if they were a rare treasure, and stored them safely in a secure place. Only after doing so did she let out a soft sigh of relief, a barely perceptible smile appearing on her face.

Just then, a childish, babyish voice suddenly entered the room.