Jiang Junyi watched Xiao Xiao and Su Shuang walk in the other direction, then shook his head, 'Let's go the other way.'
Wan Qingyun nodded, 'Okay.'
Actually, Su Shuang was someone she had specifically called over, her purpose being to get Xiao Xiao out of the way.
She also had a little scheme, not wanting Xiao Xiao to disturb her and Jiang Junyi's private time.
Jiang Junyi didn't think much of this, simply assuming Su Shuang was just out for a normal stroll.
He knew Su Shuang was now with the Black Palace, but that didn't mean joining the Black Palace meant she no longer had a normal life.
Jiang Junyi slowly pushed Wan Qingyun along the tree-lined path.
"Beep beep beep—!"
"Creak creak."
A strange sound came from ahead, and Wan Qingyun's ears twitched. "Is there something up ahead?"
Jiang Junyi looked. "There's a clown performing."
Ahead, a red-nosed clown was energetically performing acrobatics, occasionally mixing in some small magic tricks.
This drew cheers from the onlookers.
However, what Jiang Junyi found strange was, why were there only adults!
Shouldn't this kind of thing be for parents to take their children to see?
What are you a bunch of adults doing gathered here?
And there was another thing that seemed increasingly off to him: wasn't one of the people there the guy who bought steamed buns at White Court?
Why was the impression so deep? Every time he went to White Court, that guy was always buying steamed buns at that spot, and it always led to an argument.
Something was off, very off.
Jiang Junyi pushed Wan Qingyun forward, when the clown suddenly turned to look at him.
The clown, wearing comical shoes, danced and gestured as he approached Jiang Junyi.
He whistled, taking exaggerated steps, circling around Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun.
The clown moved his hands, and after a dazzling series of movements, suddenly produced a rose.
Jiang Junyi became interested. "Is this flower for us?"
The clown nodded. Jiang Junyi reached out to take it, but the clown suddenly pulled the rose back, waved his hand at him, and then pointed at Wan Qingyun.
Finally, he put both thumbs together.
Jiang Junyi understood the clown's meaning.
He leaned in close to Wan Qingyun's ear. "Do you want a flower?"
Wan Qingyun had more or less guessed what was happening from the surrounding sounds and Jiang Junyi's conversation. She chuckled, "Yes, Mr. Jiang, can you get it for me?"
Jiang Junyi was slightly taken aback. He had never seen Wan Qingyun speak so relaxed and joyful.
This side of Wan Qingyun seemed to possess a unique charm.
"Well, I can't do it alone," Jiang Junyi smiled.
"What do you mean?" Wan Qingyun looked at Jiang Junyi, her face showing confusion.
"It means..."
Jiang Junyi held Wan Qingyun's face and firmly kissed her.
"Mwah~~"
"This."
After a moment of surprise, two blushes quickly spread across Wan Qingyun's cheeks.
"You...what are you doing...there are so many people!"
Jiang Junyi chuckled, "I can't help it, the clown's requirement is a kiss!"
"Then...then...there's nothing to be done..." Wan Qingyun turned her head away, her hands on her lap appearing a little restless.
"Beep beep beep!"
The clown whistled to the sky, making extremely happy gestures.
He put his hands behind his back, and when he brought them out again, it was a beautifully wrapped bouquet of roses.
Jiang Junyi took the flowers and presented them to Wan Qingyun. "Miss Wan, your roses."
Wan Qingyun's delicate nose twitched, smelling the floral fragrance before her. She took the roses and lowered her head to sniff them.
The dewdrops remaining on the petals seemed to be shy of her beauty, slipping away and disappearing.
Jiang Junyi was momentarily captivated.
Under this light, Wan Qingyun was holy and beautiful, surrounded by a serene and profound aura.
"So beautiful," Jiang Junyi murmured.
Wan Qingyun's lips curved into an arc. "The flowers are beautiful?"
"The person is even more beautiful." Jiang Junyi couldn't help but peck Wan Qingyun's cheek again.
"I know~" Wan Qingyun turned her head away. "Let's keep walking~"
Jiang Junyi's smile was quite broad at this moment; this was also the first time he had seen Wan Qingyun like this.
No longer using coldness to protect herself, she also had the side of a blooming young girl.
Jiang Junyi was very happy that his arrival had brought about significant changes in Wan Qingyun.
He pushed Wan Qingyun along the tree-lined path, the wind blowing from afar, transforming into soft whispers as it passed through the trees, lingering around the two of them.
The coolness permeated their lungs, making them feel genuinely refreshed.
"I love this so much," Wan Qingyun said involuntarily.
Jiang Junyi hummed, "Which way? The atmosphere here, or..."
He lowered his head. "Having me here?"
Wan Qingyun seemed to feel his burning gaze. Her clear, delicate face turned towards Jiang Junyi, and she said earnestly, "It's because of you that I like it."
This was the first time she had openly expressed her feelings without any reservation.
The love words were a bit clumsy, but the emotions they contained were genuine.
Jiang Junyi was momentarily stunned. He had only intended to tease Wan Qingyun just now, but he didn't expect to receive such a sincere answer.
The expression on his face instantly melted into tenderness, and the gentleness in his eyes when he looked at Wan Qingyun almost overflowed.
This was the perfect moment for a complete collection of sweet nothings!
"Before I met you, the changing seasons were merely natural laws; after I met you, the spring breeze gained form, the summer rain became a heartbeat, autumn leaves hid thoughts, and winter snow fell with tenderness."
"Every dawn and dusk now is worth savoring repeatedly, because thinking of the days to come, my story will always have you as the protagonist, and even my breaths become sweet."
Wan Qingyun listened to the moving sweet nothings in her ear, her earlobes burning.
"Where did you learn all these words...?"
Jiang Junyi smiled softly, pushing Wan Qingyun as they strolled through the shade.
"The reason these sweet nothings exist in the world is because fervent emotions need to be expressed."
"If I hadn't met you, they would just be some elegant words."
"It's because of you that I can give them true meaning."
Wan Qingyun felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey, and then joked, "Your mouth is so sweet, you haven't said this to many other girls, have you?"
"You wrong me! I only started memorizing them after meeting you. See, didn't they just come in handy?" Jiang Junyi said, a little playfully.
"Hmph~" Wan Qingyun gave a playful snort.
When Jiang Junyi saw Wan Qingyun's playful expression, an auntie-like smile gradually appeared on his face. He loved playful Qingyun too!!
"Actually, I'm very curious, as the young master of the Jiang Family, do you really not have that kind of... that kind of life?" Wan Qingyun couldn't quite recall the word for a moment.
"Decadent? Extravagant and corrupt?" Jiang Junyi supplied the words for Wan Qingyun.
"Yes!"
Jiang Junyi shook his head. "The stronger a family, the less likely such things are to happen."
"Any debauchery you see is ultimately due to insufficient foundation."
"The level of excellence of true wealthy scions is beyond ordinary people's comprehension."
He explained to Wan Qingyun, after all, he himself was like that.
And, did you think what Uncle Wu said about Jiang Junyi's past experiences at the very beginning was false?
Wrong, it was all true!
It was just that Wan Qingyun thought Uncle Wu was lying and didn't take it seriously.
"I see, but I've noticed that many prominent families have political marriages." Wan Qingyun looked worried. "You won't suddenly have something like that happen to you one day, will you?"
"Qingyun, you need to be more confident." Jiang Junyi showed a mouthful of white teeth.
He stopped, cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, and shouted into the empty woods:
"The best woman in the world is my Wan Qingyun—!"
"I, ah, have been utterly captivated by her—!"
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