When the reunion feast finally broke up, Yan Yu tugged Tang Nian’s sleeve and whispered, “Nian Nian, next time you intercept a love letter, let me read it first and tell me the boy’s background. My rouge peddler can push Yin marked rouge through the neighboring towns. If his clan isn’t too far away, I can have the peddler take a look.”0

“Of course, Godmother,” Tang Nian answered with a grin. Then, she added softly, “Don’t worry. It’s all just childish teasing for now.”1

After a few more quiet words, she directed the Tang Qiu puppet to lift the waiting carriage. It rolled away with Tang Nian, Xue Ning, and Sheng'er inside—lanterns dwindling, wheels crunching over snow until only wind and white peaks rem...0