Chapter 596: The Scoundrel Princess's Daily Loafing Chapter 689: Preparations

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

The two conversed for a while, then went to nap together. The entire An Wang Fu was immersed in peace, without a single sound. Everyone was fast asleep in dreamland, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Just then, a sudden burst of horse hooves broke the silence of the Wangfu. The gate guard looked closely and saw a fast horse galloping over; the rider was none other than the Fourth Young Master Yan Wang. The gate guard hurried forward to help hold the horse.

Yan Wang dismounted, his steps somewhat hurried, as if something important was at hand. He asked the gate guard: "Is my father at home?" The gate guard respectfully replied: "An Wang is at home; he should be napping now." Yan Wang nodded, indicating he already knew, then walked straight to his own courtyard without saying another word.

When everyone gradually woke from their dreams, Yan Wang had already tidied up his belongings. He walked lightly toward An Wang's courtyard.

At this time, An Wangfei had just woken up; in her sleepy haze, she suddenly saw her long-absent son appear before her eyes.

This immediately lifted her spirits, and she hurried forward, her face full of concern, asking: "Wang'er, you're back? Is it your rest day?"

Yan Wang smiled and replied: "Yes, Mother Consort. I have some matters I wish to discuss with Father."

An Wangfei, upon hearing this, hurriedly said: "He's there, he's there. Your father went to the Shufang; you can go directly there."

Yan Wang nodded and answered: "Alright, Mother Consort. Then I'll go first."

An Wangfei smiled as she watched her son's departing back, her heart filled with comfort and satisfaction.

She couldn't help but secretly sigh; this son indeed took after his father, inheriting An Wang's strengths in both appearance and temperament.

Yan Wang arrived at the Shufang door and gently knocked. A low male voice came from inside: "Enter."

Yan Wang pushed open the door and walked in slowly. An Wang heard the sound, raised his head, and his gaze met Yan Wang's.

Although there was no obvious smile on his face, the tenderness and amusement in his eyes could not be hidden.

For this son, An Wang had always been very satisfied and took pride in him.

He looked at Yan Wang and said: "Just back?" Yan Wang nodded. An Wang said: "Sit."

Yan Wang did as told, sitting on the chair opposite An Wang, then straightened his back, placing his hands naturally on his knees.

An Wang broke the silence first, asking directly: "This time you're back, you won't leave again, right?"

Yan Wang nodded without hesitation: "Yes, the affairs in the Jun Ying have been handled properly; the training of soldiers is handled by Xiao Wei, so I don't need to personally toil."

An Wang nodded in satisfaction after hearing this, then continued: "Yes, Huang Bobe also hopes you can return. Now you are a Second-Rank General, high in position and power; naturally you must attend court sessions upon your return."

"I will go to the Imperial Palace with you later to pay respects to the Emperor. After all, upon returning to Kyoto, not paying respects to the Sage might cause criticism and give others leverage."

Yan Wang had no objection to this, nodding again to agree: "Alright, Father."

An Wang paused slightly, as if thinking about what to say next. After a while, he continued: "Do you have any arrangements for tonight?" Yan Wang answered truthfully: "For now, no other arrangements."

A hint of cunning flashed in An Wang's eyes; the corners of his mouth curved slightly as he said: "Then let's dine at home tonight. Your Younger Sister said she wants to bring her beloved home; this is also one of the reasons I sent word for you to return."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wang couldn't help but show a curious expression, asking further: "Oh? When did my Younger Sister have a beloved? I, as her Eldest Brother, know nothing about it, nor have I seen her have any particularly close relationship with any man."

An Wang slowly shook his head, saying thoughtfully: "I don't know either; Qianqian only said he used to be from Xishang, and said nothing else. However, she did mention that I might have heard of this person, but I racked my brains for a whole morning and still have no clue."

Yan Wang beside him was equally clueless, shaking his head helplessly and echoing: "I, your son, am also completely unaware of this. However, once we see him tonight we will know. If this person's conduct is improper, just drive him out directly; we absolutely cannot let Younger Sister be deceived in the slightest."

An Wang nodded in deep agreement: "I think the same way."

After speaking, he casually put down the brush in his hand, seemingly wanting to end this topic, then said: "Alright, nothing else now; let's go to the Imperial Palace."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wang immediately stood up and answered cheerfully: "Let's go." An Wang, seeing this, also stood up and followed Yan Wang out together.

The two arrived at the Qianyuan and immediately saw An Wangfei. Yan Wang hurried forward, respectfully saying: "Mother Consort, your son and Father need to go to the Imperial Palace first to pay respects to Huang Bobe."

An Wangfei, upon hearing this, said softly: "Alright, you go; come back early." Yan Wang responded, and An Wang lagged slightly behind, walking out of the courtyard one after the other with Yan Wang.

At this time, Yue Yi had already prepared the carriage. The two boarded the carriage; the coachman raised his Whip, drove the carriage, and galloped toward the Imperial Palace.

Qianqain slowly woke up, stretching lazily with sleepy eyes, then softly called Mantou. Mantou, hearing the voice, hurriedly walked into the Room, a gentle smile on his face.

"Miss, you're awake!" Mantou said softly, "Today you must dress up nicely."

Qianqian smiled slightly and nodded, indicating agreement.

She knew well that Ouyang Chengren's visit this time was of great significance, after all, this was his first time visiting. Therefore, she decided to welcome him with the most perfect image.

Mantou understood at once, quickly selecting a peach-colored Rujun from the wardrobe.

The color of this Rujun was bright yet soft, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, giving a fresh and sweet feeling.

Next, Mantou paired a sky-blue Waiguo for Qianqian. This Waiguo was light in texture, thin as cicada wings; through it one could faintly see the pale pink of the Rujun inside, appearing and disappearing, adding a touch of mystery.

As for the hairstyle, Mantou also put in effort. She first tied Qianqian's hair into a half-up bun, piling it high, making her look spirited.

Then, on top of her head she tied a small and exquisite flower-bud bun, like a flower about to bloom, tender and dewy. Finally, Mantou inserted a silver hair ornament with tassels into Qianqian's hair; as Qianqian moved, the tassels swayed gently, making a crisp sound, adding a touch of liveliness to the whole look.

To make Qianqian's image more playful and cute, Mantou deliberately left two wisps of hair by her ears, naturally falling on both sides of her cheeks, fluttering in the wind.