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CHAPTER 025 Su Qingwan gazed intently at Lu Yun'er without blinking, his moist eyes shining like stars, filled with anticipation. The tear mole at the corner of his eye added an unconscious hint of allure, a charm even he hadn't noticed. When he spoke, Lu Yun'er's body visibly froze for a moment. She stared at him in a daze, and before she knew it, she was caught up in the tender affection and shimmering beauty of his eyes. His captivating phoenix-shaped eyes reflected only her image. Though he said nothing, his deep gaze was clear and intense, causing Lu Yun'er's heart to race. Her ears quickly turned red and warm, and she felt as though her heart had been scorched by that gaze. Lu Yun'er was born into a family of educators, with a harmonious household and a good upbringing. She had always been polite and considerate, though she was not purely kind-hearted. Whether in the modern world or here, her innate grace and gentleness were evident in her every action...

CHAPTER 024 Lu Yun'er knew that being invited to the Yun Prince’s residence today, coupled with what Chen the steward had said, indicated that the Yun Prince already knew everything. Although she had met him twice, there had been little interaction, and she knew very little about his character. But the Yun Prince had helped the current Empress ascend to the throne, so his thoughts and methods were surely unfathomable. If he wanted her to drink, or even if he wanted her to marry the young Prince Su, she would have no choice. In these times, who could resist the word "power"? Lu Yun'er smiled bitterly to herself, quickly suppressing the displeasure and helplessness in her heart. Her words eased Chen's doubts but filled Su Qingwan’s eyes with anxious unease, and his heart was full of unspeakable panic. Mentioning wine again inevitably brought up the incident of that stolen kiss. Although Yun'er had forgiven him, thinking back, he had been sick at the time, and pe...

CHAPTER 023 "Your Highness, Prince Yun, has the young lord been acting strangely these past few days?" Chen Si quickly entered the study, her face full of concern as she directly voiced her question. "You're here," Su Bai responded, her expression calm as water. She raised her eyes to look at the visitor, then returned her gaze to the chessboard, speaking unhurriedly, "Come play a game with me." Su Bai and Chen Si were close in age, with Su Bai only a year older. Though they shared a master-servant relationship, their bond was deep, akin to that of sisters. Back then, Su Bai had no choice but to enter the palace as a hostage, while Chen Si worked as a lowly medical officer in the Imperial Hospital. The male concubines in the palace constantly competed for favor, and their method of doing so was to produce a royal daughter. Everyone in the harem knew that a father's status depended on his daughter's, so they resorted to all manner of dirty trick...

CHAPTER 022 Three days later, at the Prince Yun's Manor, in the back garden. The sky was clear and the weather fine, with flourishing flowers and abundant grass. Fish played in the green waters, and a gentle breeze carried a faint floral fragrance. Su Qingwan, whose face was flushed with color, sat calmly in a pavilion at the center of a lotus pond, fully engrossed in his work. His head was slightly bowed, and his slender fingers held a needle, stitching a magnolia flower on a handkerchief. The shyness between his brows as he lowered his head filled the handkerchief with a lingering sense of affection. As he thought about returning to the Imperial Academy tomorrow, Su Qingwan couldn’t contain his excitement. His eyes shimmered with evident longing. Xiaoyuan stood quietly beside him, staring blankly at the young heir who had fallen deeply in love. That day, after closing the door, he hadn’t left but had waited outside, listening to the young heir’s heartbroken sobs throughout the ni...

CHAPTER 021 The Hall of Discipline. Du Hongying, a corpulent woman with a round face, sat leisurely at the central seat of honor. She picked up a teacup, took a delicate sip of the hot tea, and then, as if out of obligation, glanced at Lu Yun'er. Her gaze, full of condescension and envy, was self-assured and haughty. Lu Yun'er was naturally beautiful, with strikingly elegant features and captivating almond-shaped eyes—indeed, a rare beauty of the highest order. But what of it? Was she not about to become just a pretty face now? Once, she had held the esteemed position of a Scholar, an official of the second rank. Despite often opposing them and deliberately making things difficult, she had always spoken with a degree of courtesy. But now, the tables had turned, and fortunes had shifted. Lu Yun'er was likely filled with regret now! In this academy, men and women were taught separately. They had deliberately reassigned her from the women's academy to the men's academy...

CHAPTER 020 Noontime, under a brilliant blue sky with fluffy white clouds, the sun's rays shone brightly. Guozijian's back mountain, Martial Arts Training Ground. This expansive area, with clear sightlines, featured shaded trees around the perimeter and distinct zones within the training ground. The facility was well-equipped, providing all the necessary resources for martial arts lessons, including horse riding and archery training. Originally, this martial arts training ground was a place for the city's army to train and practice. Later, the Empress, in her commitment to cultivating well-rounded talents in both civil and martial arts, commissioned the construction of this new facility specifically for students to practice. The class had already dismissed, and most had gone to the dining hall, leaving only a few diligent female students and martial arts instructors continuing to hone their skills. In the past, the training ground hosted student martial arts competitions, w...

CHAPTER 019 Su Qingwan lay weakly on the bed. Although he was drowsy, he didn’t want to close his eyes and rest. His beautiful phoenix-shaped eyes, like brilliant stars, were filled with a soft light, and he kept his gaze on Sister Yun'er’s figure without interrupting her. He knew that stealing a kiss in the carriage was wrong, and that Yun'er Sister’s cold and distant demeanor had made him understand what it meant to be in unbearable pain, to feel as though his heart was being torn apart. Now that Yun'er Sister had forgiven him, he didn’t want to do anything else that would displease her. At that moment, a gentle spring breeze blew through the wooden window frame, lifting the hem of Lu Yun’er’s robe and causing it to flutter in the wind. After the wind passed, everything became suddenly quiet. Lu Yun'er remained still, as if she had been paused, maintaining her silence. Her thoughts were in turmoil. Having lived through two lifetimes, she had always been decisive when ...