Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 318: These Days Are Meant to Please You!

Chapter 318: Chapter 318: These Days Are Meant to Please You!

Zhan Lan looked at the Luminous Pearl inside the brocade box and spoke apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot today is the Qiqiao Festival and didn’t prepare..."

Mu Yan said calmly, "No matter, this day is meant to please you after all!"

Zhan Lan, gazing into the flowing eyes of Mu Yan, tiptoed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

A smile tugged at the corners of Mu Yan’s lips as he touched her hair, saying, "Do you have time to teach me archery, Master?"

"Of course!" Zhan Lan enjoyed being Mu Yan’s master since there was indeed little else she could teach him.

The two headed to the courtyard where the archery target had been set up and never taken down since.

Zhan Lan intently watched Mu Yan pick up the bow and arrow and take his stance.

She affirmed, "Hmm, the stance is very standard!"

Mu Yan pursed his lips in a smile, drew the bow and released the arrow towards the target.

"Wow! You’ve improved!" Zhan Lan nodded in satisfaction.

No sooner had Zhan Lan praised him than Mu Yan’s next arrow went astray.

Zhan Lan furrowed her brows, stepped forward, took his hand, and helped adjust his angle and posture.

Mu Yan looked sideways at her serious expression, it was the same as when she was a young disciple.

Back then, he simply saw Zhan Lan practicing archery alone and offered some pointers.

But Zhan Lan, only ten at that time, was such a stubborn child who refused to lose, continuing to practice until her hands blistered and calloused.

He had never seen a child with such a strong character, so he would correct her posture whenever he passed by.

Later, he would go out of his way to check her progress even when he didn’t need to pass that way.

Zhan Lan noticed his drifting thoughts and spoke sternly, "Mu Yan, you must practice diligently. If you don’t practice seriously after just getting the hang of it, you will regress!"

Mu Yan nodded humbly, "Yes, Master, your disciple remembers."

Zhan Lan coughed and added, "But you’re also busy, just practice whenever you find time."

Mu Yan pulled the bow and shot again, and Zhan Lan nodded in approval, "Although you’re not naturally talented, as long as you remember the key points, you can still improve in half a year. Look, this time it’s pretty good, keep it up!"

Mu Yan nodded, his smile silent.

These were the words he once said to Little Zhan Lan.

After practicing for a while, as evening approached, Mu Yan said to Zhan Lan, "I’m hungry."

Zhan Lan, resting her chin in her hand while sitting on a stool, said to Mu Yan, "Then Master will take you to eat something delicious."

Mu Yan put down the bow and suggested, "Today there’s a Qiqiao Market, let’s join the festivities."

"Sure!"

Zhan Lan went home, changed into white men’s clothing, and joined Mu Yan, who was in purple robes, to head to the Qiqiao Market.

The Qiqiao Festival in Ding’an City was a grand occasion, even featuring a market especially selling Qiqiao goods called "Qiqiao Market."

The Qiqiao Market was bustling with carriages and crowds, a sea of people.

Women dressed in their most beautiful garments, exploring the sights while singing the "Qiqiao Song": "May our skills be deft, our features fair, our hearts and faces bright, may our parents live for thousands of years, our siblings for millennia..."

Zhan Lan looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, the Milky Way had two bright stars positioned opposite each other. As Mu Yan lifted his head, Zhan Lan glanced sideways at his star-like beautiful eyes.

Mu Yan was indeed very handsome.

Zhan Lan then looked at the girls laughing sweetly, threading needles, and smiled herself.

Under the moon and flowers, Mu Yan said to her, "Your embroidery isn’t good; did you never ask the heavens to make you as skilled and clever as the Weaver?"

Zhan Lan gave him a sideways glance and extended her hand, "Give me back my purse and my winter clothes."

Mu Yan curved his lips in a light laugh, "What this prince possesses, even in death remains mine."

Zhan Lan scoffed coldly and pointed ahead, "It’s very lively over there, let’s go have a look!"

Mu Yan followed her, and as they approached the bridgehead, Zhan Lan saw many gorgeously dressed girls holding flowers in their hands.

"What are they doing?" Zhan Lan turned back and looked at Mu Yan.

Before Mu Yan could speak, a young man said, "The girls are praying for a good marriage. If a girl gives you a flower while crossing the bridge, it means she likes you."

Zhan Lan’s eyes sparkled; she suddenly wanted to see how many people her male disguise could fool.

"Wait for me, I’m going to try it." Zhan Lan strode onto the long bridge, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and the scent of women’s make-up.

"Such a handsome young master, too good-looking!"

"With a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, he’s even prettier than a woman!"

Zhan Lan was surrounded by the women, and soon, her arms were filled with several flowers.

Proudly, Zhan Lan turned back with a smug look at Mu Yan, who slightly curled the corners of his lips, watching her.

Walking along the bridge, at the opposite end, Zhan Lan held the dozen flowers and teasingly raised her eyebrows and chin at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan stepped onto the bridge, and after a few steps with a somber face, silence fell over the bridge.

With just a slight curl of his lips, the women suddenly blossomed with joy, as if enchanted, they surged forward, running to Mu Yan and offering him flower after flower.

Zhan Lan, at the other end of the bridge, watched as Mu Yan was gradually surrounded by women and became barely visible.

The flowers in Zhan Lan’s arms suddenly lost their fragrance.

Pouting, she watched Mu Yan, who was hardly able to move due to being surrounded by women, a sour feeling spreading within her.

She knew Mu Yan was popular with women, but she didn’t expect it to be to this extent.

Zhan Lan lowered her head to look at her toes.

Suddenly, a streak of purple entered her vision; she saw Mu Yan’s hemline.

She lifted her gaze and clashed with Mu Yan’s eyes, deep as the vast Milky Way.

"Jealous?" Mu Yan looked at her teasingly, but his hands were empty of any flowers.

The women crazed for his beauty behind him were all dejectedly looking at him.

Zhan Lan said, not quite aligning with her true feelings, "Jealous? Me? I’m not that petty..."

Before she could finish, Mu Yan encircled her hands, and the flowers in her arms scattered on the ground.

The girls on the bridge were extremely annoyed.

"Humph, who would’ve thought such a stunning man would actually like men!"

"To think that a man defeated me!"

"I can’t accept this, why is it so!"

Zhan Lan was led by the hand by Mu Yan; not everyone recognized them, and they received many strange looks because they were both dressed as men and good-looking.

Zhan Lan felt that these people must think they had fine male styles, so she quietly withdrew her hand.

Mu Yan whispered, "What are you afraid of?"

Zhan Lan replied, "I care about my face."

Mu Yan, with an air of calm grace, said, "What is ’face’?"

Vermilion Bird following behind to protect his Master and Madam thought: Before Master fell in love, he knew not what love was, and now after falling in love, he knows not what ’face’ is.

He looked stern, yet he was internally trembling and secretly criticizing his Master.

Vermilion Bird had been overindulging in food supplements recently, suddenly felt his body was too hot and kept some distance from Zhan Lan and Mu Yan.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure swiftly moving in the dark, as if on some mission.