Sheng Qianmo just sat down to drink a cup of wine as he continued watching the next presentation. But he didn’t appreciate it. He used the reason that he wasn’t enjoying it, and that he had something to do, to get up and leave.
Behind him, Sheng Zhiyu whistled. “Fourth Brother is going to see his little girl!”
In the past, Sheng Qianmo would’ve come back to berate Sheng Zhiyu, who was being so casual in front of the emperor. But now he just kept on walking.
He was uneasy about what Sheng Zhiyu had said.
Was he longing to see his little girl?
Sheng Qianmo asked the way and walked all the way to the backyard. When he pulled open the curtain to the door, Shu Nan’s face greeted him.
With her little hands Shu Nuan was holding the headdress by the two long tassels. She had been gazing down, looking for a pearl that had fell upon the road, when she bumped into a tall and slender figure. She was surprised to see Sheng Qianmo standing beside the curtain. Her eyes seemed to have a clear glow to them as she stood there with her red lips a little apart, not speaking immediately.
Sheng Qianmo said nothing either.
He just looked at her face in calm manner, her eye makeup was charming, eyelashes were curled up one by one, glimmered a little, like a peach blossom in full bloom.
He simply kept looking at her face, taking in each detail from up-close. Her makeup was charming: eyelashes curled up one by one, glimmering like a flower in full bloom.
“I looked in the audience below several times, but I didn’t see Your Highness,” Shu Nuan said.
She only knew that he was supposed to sit in the front row, not that he had been standing fixed in place within the rest of the viewers.
Sheng Qianmo didn’t respond. He already stood close to her, but he took a step further. Shu Nuan blushed and paced back a little, making the crown beads and precious stones jingle and make a sound close to his chest. All of a sudden, Sheng Qianmo grabbed her waist. With a thud the door was closed. She was against the door before she could react. His head was bowed down as he kissed her on the lips.
Her breath had a faint sweet fragrance .
It was probably the first time Shu Nuan had suffered such treatment, and it swept her off-guard. Before long, her eyes were wet and when she opened them, they were akin to shimmering spring water, like bright and watery peach blossoms. Her eyes were the beauty of life.