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The two of them slept peacefully all night again.

At dawn, Cheng Songan was pulled out of bed by Cui Yuanqing. He looked at him with dazed eyes. It was still early, why was he up now?

Cui Yuanqing stood beside the bed in his middle clothes, not looking at her, and asked calmly, "Where are the clothes?"

Cheng Songan was pulled up by him forcefully and he lost his sleepiness, so he had to get up as well.

Haitang and Qiangwei brought in the clothes they were going to wear. The two did not dare to get close to Cui Yuanqing, so they only picked up Cheng Songan's clothes to help her wear them, and placed the remaining one behind the screen.

Cui Yuanqing's eyes fell on the moon-white robe, and he showed a trace of hesitation, and asked casually: "Is this it?"

Cheng Songan said, "Yes, today is a good day for you, sir. This piece of Suzhou embroidery is perfect for you. Moreover, this piece was bought by my mother-in-law specifically for my husband."

Cui Yuanqing pursed his lips tightly, his emotion undetectable. He stood there for half a day without any intention of getting dressed.

Cheng Songan was dressed neatly, and seeing him still in a daze, he felt strange. Cui Yuanqing was not a person who was overly particular about clothing, so why did he seem to be picky today? It must be the first time he met the emperor in casual clothes, so he had to be low-key. This Suzhou embroidery was quite expensive.

But Cheng Songan's original intention of choosing this dress was not for him, but for Duan Zhuyu to see. In the previous life, Duan Zhuyu fell in love with Cui Yuanqing at first sight at Hongyan Tower because he stood at the canal dock in a moon-white robe, looking handsome and elegant. At that time, many boudoirs circulated the gossip about Duan Zhuyu's lingering unrequited love, and Cheng Songan heard it a lot.

She tilted her head and asked, "My Lord, don't you like it?"

Cui Yuanqing blinked calmly and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Cheng Songan asked Haitang to get another piece of floating brocade. This one was not as solemn as the previous one. It was Zhang's own preference. She was sure that Cui Yuanqing would not choose it.

As expected, Cui Yuanqing took a look and picked up the moon-white dress and said in a calm voice, "Let's take this one."

Cheng Songan always felt that he looked somewhat dissatisfied, but she was too lazy to guess what he was thinking. If he was not satisfied, she could just let Sihua choose a few more pieces for him. She didn't want to serve him.

After everything was packed up, the two of them first went to Cixian Hall to pay their respects, then had breakfast with Old Madam Yu in Chunhui Garden, and then took a carriage to Prince Xiang's Palace together.

Prince Xiang was low-key, but after all, his house was granted by the emperor. In terms of grandeur, it was one of the best in the capital. The entire mansion occupied two streets. There was an endless stream of carriages at the gate, and many officials from the six ministries and their relatives came.

Cheng Songan and Cui Yuanqing were led into the second gate by the welcoming servant, and then led to the garden by an old servant with many years of experience. Before they reached the garden gate, they heard a crisp voice calling out, "Sister Cheng!"

Duan Zhuyu, who was wearing a pomegranate skirt as bright as fire, came running from another path before she saw him. She walked up to Cheng Songan and said affectionately, "I was waiting for you. Finally you are here. I was always afraid that you wouldn't come!"

Cheng Songan took her arm and moved aside to let her see Cui Yuanqing's appearance. Then he said, "How can I not come? Today is a good day for my husband."

Cui Yuanqing bowed lightly as a greeting.

Duan Zhuyu glanced at him and frowned slightly: "Oh, Lord Cui is here too."

Judging from her appearance, she didn't care about Cui Yuanqing at all, and even seemed a little disgusted!

Cheng Songan said to Cui Yuanqing, "My husband, I didn't thank Miss Duan last time. You should toast her with a glass of wine today."

Cui Yuanqing's expression tensed and he looked at her unhappily, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Duan Zhuyu waved her hand proudly: "Who wants him to thank me? I just drink with my sister."

Cheng Songan had no choice but to agree. She secretly glanced at Cui Yuanqing. His moon-white robe and his peerless appearance set off each other, making him look dignified and elegant. He was just like the legend in the capital city in her previous life where Duan Zhuyu fell in love with him at first sight. Why didn't this arouse her interest?

Seeing that she was absent-minded, Duan Zhuyu pulled her aside and said, "Good sister, last time you said that it is better to swing a mallet than a needle. Now, we can catch rabbits in my aunt's garden."

Cheng Songan coughed dryly and glanced at Cui Yuanqing. Sure enough, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. This should be another piece of evidence that she was not as dignified as the rumors said.

"Hey, Master Cui," Duan Zhuyu said, dissatisfied with Cui Yuanqing still following Cheng Songan, pointing at the garden, "Uncle Xiang Wang is here, just let your wife go and play with me."

Looking in the direction she pointed, they saw King Xiang, dressed in an indigo robe, walking towards them.

Cheng Songan and Cui Yuanqing hurried forward and saluted.

When Cui Yuanqing saw his clothes, he was stunned for a moment. After seeing clearly, his expression became somewhat indescribable and he looked at Cheng Songan deeply.

Cheng Songan didn't notice his strange mood at all, and was trying to gain some favor in front of the future emperor. When she met Prince Xiang in her previous life, he was already the emperor, nearly forty years old, and very majestic. But now he is less than thirty years old, gentle and polite, and looks like a leisurely prince.

However, when King Xiang saw that Cui Yuanqing looked unhappy, he smiled and asked, "Is Xuanzhen worried?"

Cui Yuanqing suppressed his emotions: "No, I just think that your highness's robe is a little special."

Only then did Cheng Songan realize that the clothes Prince Xiang was wearing were made from the Shu brocade that he had embroidered. It really matched his gentle and noble temperament, and also added a bit of restraint to him.

She nodded with satisfaction.

Prince Xiang laughed and said, "When did Xuanzhen start to pay attention to clothes? But this piece of material is really rare. Someone must have taken a fancy to the princess' cat and was willing to exchange this piece of Shu embroidery for it. This girl is really a wonderful person."

Cui Yuanqing glanced at Cheng Songan meaningfully, remembering how she had gotten up from her illness that day to write a letter of engagement for Mao'er. Oh, for a cat, she gave away something she had embroidered with her own hands! Sibian had clearly said that it was her dowry and she was going to make clothes for him!

He didn't care about her clothes, but at this moment he felt an inexplicable resentment in his heart, especially when he heard other men say that she was a wonderful person.

Duan Zhuyu asked, "Is there a kitten in my aunt's Chiyu? Sister Cheng, have you seen one? I'll take you to see it!"

The purpose of Cheng Songan's coming today was to get in touch with Princess Xiang, so he followed Duan Zhuyu without hesitation.

When the King of Xiang saw them walking away, he touched the man with a completely gloomy face and asked, "Xuanzhen, this is not like your style today. You have always been the kind of person who remains unmoved even when the sky is falling. What happened?"

Cui Yuanqing's eyes fell on his robe for a few times, and he said unhappily: "I didn't have the nerve to say it just now, but your clothes are ugly."