Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 678: On the Eve of the Grand Wedding (3)

"Yes, Master." Having paused for a moment, and seeing that the master had nothing more to say, he turned and left.

In the evening, once Shan Yi had rested well, he reported to the master, "Master, Shan Yi has returned."

"Mm, did you rest well?"

"Hehe, to answer the Master, I rested very well," Shan Yi said, clearly sensing the Master’s good mood, and laughed shyly.

Lou Qianyu shook his head as he smiled at Shan Yi’s bashful laughter, which was so like a young girl, and spoke, "How are things within the country? Are the crops faring well? How much rain has fallen?"

Shan Yi restrained his smile, straightened his expression, and reported, "As the Master predicted, Lan Jianbin has been killed by Zi Weijiang."

"Hmph, he deserved it, a traitor who betrays from within. Enough about him, let’s talk about something else." Lou Qianyu scoffed coldly. His own guard had actually colluded with kidnappers, leaking the Royal Family’s and his own secrets. That he didn’t die by his own hand was already letting him off easy.

"Master, the wheat in the fields has been harvested. Although the yield isn’t high, it’s enough to fill the people’s stomachs, especially since the Master has reduced the taxes. I’m sure the people won’t go hungry this year," Shan Yi said, recalling the sight of the commoners holding wheat and smiling excitedly, shouting ’Long live the Emperor,’ his heart couldn’t help but fill with joy.

Upon hearing this, Lou Qianyu felt relieved. Thankfully, there was no drought like in Xueyan Country.

"However, it’s now been a month since it last rained."

"What about the fields now?"

Shan Yi shook his head, "I’m not sure. When I left, the fields had just been planted with corn."

Lou Qianyu’s eased heart sank once again. He quietly closed his eyes for a moment before waving a hand to dismiss the person behind him to rest. Everything would have to wait until his return to the country. He looked up at the bright, beautiful moonlight outside the window.

In the vast sky, dotted with countless stars, they twinkled like pearls embedded in the night, shining brightly. Suddenly, a shooting star streaked by, tracing an arc of light.

On the early morning of July 16th, while it was still pitch black, Xiao Jiazhen was shaken awake by her maidservant, and her nanny hurried in with a basin of warm water. In no time at all, the boudoir was bustling with people bustling around her. It was difficult to close her eyes and sleep a little longer.

At the door, there was a flurry of activity as several maidservants carried in a large bathing tub, followed by tubs of hot water sprinkled with fresh flower petals, quickly filling the room with a fragrant floral scent.

Xiao Jiazhen had also become much more alert by this time. She gently patted her little face, allowing them to remove her undergarments. Extending her slender legs, she was assisted by a maidservant and slowly sat down in the bath, her hands scooping up petals from the water, gently wiping her body.

After bathing, she dressed in a fiery red undergarment and sat dignified in front of the Bronze Mirror, waiting for her nanny to cleanse her face. Enduring the pain of the facial treatment, Xiao Jiazhen applied light makeup.

The Prime Minister’s wife, Madam Xiao Zheng, led the fully adorned bridesmaids into the room and was instantly dazzled by the sight before her. With a complexion like apricot blossoms and teeth like a moth’s antenna, true was the beauty that moved hearts. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes—her daughter had grown up. She had never seen such enchantment in her daughter’s face when applying makeup, which today, due to the shyness of getting married, seemed all the more striking.

Wiping the tears from her eyes and steadying her emotions, she smiled and approached, "So beautiful."

Xiao Jiazhen turned, pouting lightly, "Mother." She smiled as if to rise but was gently pushed back down by a pair of tender hands onto her shoulders.