When Cen Xiyan woke up, Mo Xianyun also woke up. Cen Xiyan wanted to go back to her home, but he insisted on seeing her off and kept sending her to the courtyard wall. He watched her fly over the wall, no longer visible, and stood again.

After a while, he turned around and went back to his room.

It was not long, and Fan Luo appeared out of nowhere to help Mo Xianyun wash up and change clothes. However, while he was busy, those eyes shining with gossip could not help but glance at his master.

Mo Xianyun became impatient with him and glanced at him coldly, his voice a little dangerous, "What are you looking at?"

"No... I didn't see anything..." Fanluo felt a sudden thought, and quickly put on a smile and said: "I just think that you, my lord, are more and more handsome and elegant!"

"Really?" Mo Xianyun said coolly.

"Yes, yes." Fanluo nodded, and added: "Miss Cen Liu will definitely like you more and more, Master."

"Oh?" Mo Xianyun raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "What do you mean, Miss Cen Liu likes this young master's face?"

Hearing this, Fan Luo suddenly started to sweat on his forehead, and quickly said, "Of course not! You are so outstanding, young master, versatile in both civil and military affairs, unparalleled in wisdom and courage, and possess both ability and political integrity. Miss Cen Liu must like you from the inside out!"

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Mo Xianyun was not in a good mood at first, but after being flattered by Fenluo, he immediately felt relieved. He glanced at him lightly and said, "Go and make tea."

"Yes, young master, go here!" Fanluo wiped the cold sweat on the door, sighed secretly, and hurried out to make tea.

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Cen Xiyan returned to the small building of Jinglan Pavilion, quietly changed his inner clothes, checked his neck and other places, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no too exposed hickeys this time.

After the morning court, Sang Qingzhi accompanied Mrs. Sang to the Cen Mansion again.

Cen Xiqin came over to gossip and said: "Sixth sister, I heard that my grandmother and mother invited my third aunt here to study our affairs and hairpins."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Cen Xiyan immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "We Ji Li, why do we need to invite Mrs. Sang to discuss it?"

"Sixth Sister, you know that during the hairpin ceremony, an elder must insert the hairpin, right?" Cen Xiqin said.

"Are you saying that Mrs. Sang was the elder who was invited by her grandmother and mother to give hairpins?" Cen Xiyan asked.

She is somewhat familiar with the hairpin ceremony. One of the links is to ask an elder lady with high status, good popularity, and good fortune to insert a hairpin into a girl who has a hairpin to bless her adulthood.

"Yes." Cen Xiqin nodded and said, "I heard that the third aunt was one of the people who inserted the hairpins at our hairpin ceremony this time." After saying that, he looked at Cen Xiyan with a very meaningful look.

When Cen Xiyan heard this and saw Cen Xiqin's expression, his brows suddenly frowned.

Mrs. Sang can indeed be regarded as an elder lady with status and popularity. However, the Cen Mansion is the residence of the Zhongyong Marquis. If Ruolun's status is compared to the Cen family, Mrs. Sang is still a little inadequate.

Even though she and the eldest lady Li are biological sisters and are Cen Xiqin's third aunt, Cen Xiqin is the direct daughter of the Cen family. If it were to insert a hairpin, she still does not have enough status to insert a hairpin for Cen Xiqin.

Well, in addition to Cen Xiqin, she also had to perform the hairpin ceremony on the same day as Cen Xiqin. If Mrs. Sang didn't give Cen Xiqin a hairpin, she obviously gave it to her!
Chapter completed!