Dream of the Red Chamber: I can see the hidden labels of the beauties.

Guests passing by the Rongguo Mansion all shook their heads and sighed, saying that the Rongguo Mansion's reputation had been ruined by Jia She.

However, when it comes to the Ningguo Mansion, the story is told differently.

"It seems that the Ning family lineage has now surpassed the Rong family lineage. The Second Master Can, who inherited the title, is young but mature and prudent, and his manners are impeccable. He is not like a young man who is not yet twenty years old, but rather like a master who has been in charge of the family for many years."

"Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would hardly have imagined that this Second Master Can is not only handsome and elegant, but also has a refined and graceful manner in his greetings and farewells. It is truly rare. I have seen many young masters from noble families, but there are very few who can be as composed as him."

"It seems that the Ningguo Mansion is about to prosper again. The Rongguo Mansion has never heard of such an outstanding descendant as Second Master Can. The difference between the two is obvious."

"..."

The opinions from the outside world naturally reached the Rong and Ning mansions, influencing everyone's perceptions.

In just half a month, the vast majority of people in both households, from masters to servants, had a much different opinion of Jia Can.

Those who once looked down on Jia Can and treated him as nothing now treat him with utmost respect, and no one dares to underestimate him in the slightest.

Jia Can's status in everyone's hearts has been placed on par with Jia She and Jia Zheng, and there is even a hint that he may surpass them.

After all, Jia Can had become the man with the highest rank among the men of the two mansions. Although he had not yet been granted an official position, in terms of rank alone, he was the most honored among the men, second only to the Lady of the State of Jia, who was of the highest rank.

As night deepened, the commotion in the front courtyard of the Ningguo Mansion gradually subsided.

The endless stream of mourners who came during the day had long since returned home, and the night watchmen at the coffin were all performing their duties.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the front yard, the Tianxiang Tower, located deep in the garden, had its doors and windows tightly closed, shutting out all the noise from the outside world. Only a few candles flickered, casting a warm and hazy glow throughout the room.

In the inner room of the attic, Qin Keqing leaned against Jia Can's chest, tilting her head slightly to look at his handsome profile. Her eyes were like water as she softly said:

"Ah Can, I never imagined that Jia Zhen and Jia Rong would really be dead, and that you would officially inherit everything from the Ningguo Mansion, with a title and such a huge family fortune. I feel like I'm dreaming."

These past few days, she has witnessed Jia Can's transformation from an overlooked illegitimate son to his current status, from being stripped of his inheritance rights to receiving an imperial edict and being granted a noble title. The speed of this turn of events is just like something out of a play.

Jia Can held her with one arm around her and gently stroked her back with the other, smiling slightly.

"Qing, you are not dreaming, this is all real. From now on, you will no longer have to live in fear, and no one will be able to stop us from being together. From now on, we will stay together in this mansion and grow old together."

Upon hearing these words, Qin Keqing's heart overflowed with tenderness. She smiled sweetly, hugged Jia Can tightly, buried her face in his chest, and responded in a soft, coquettish voice:

"Yes, I've always dreamed of this day, and now it's actually happened. It's wonderful..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but nuzzle Jia Can's chest. Ever since she married into the Ningguo Mansion, she had been walking on thin ice. In order to deal with Jia Zhen's covetousness, she was on tenterhooks every day and had countless nightmares that woke her up at night.

Now, those nightmares are finally gone.

As for Jia Can, with a beautiful woman in his arms and now holding power in the Ningguo Mansion, the dust had settled, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

He gently embraced Qin Keqing and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Qin Keqing listened with delight and felt a sweet warmth in her heart. A blush gradually appeared on her beautiful face, making her even more charming and alluring. Her eyes were full of charm as they moved.

Seeing this, Jia Can was even more moved. Overwhelmed with emotion, he could no longer control himself and slowly approached, gazing intently at Qin Keqing. Qin Keqing also looked up to meet his gaze, and their eyes met, filled with deep affection.

In a moment, their lips met, and they were instantly immersed in tenderness and affection.

After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated.

Qin Keqing's cheeks were flushed, her beautiful eyes were glazed, and she seemed to have all her strength drained away as she leaned softly against Jia Can.

Jia Can was slightly out of breath, his face flushed, and he held her tightly, his heartbeat gradually calming down.

After a long pause, Jia Can said in a low voice:

"Alright, Keqing, it's getting late. Let's call it a day and you should get some rest."

As he spoke, he was about to get up.

Qin Keqing was very reluctant to let him go, so she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, not wanting him to leave, and murmured:

"Ah Can... Can Lang, don't... don't go! I know you've been working hard these past few days, welcoming and seeing off guests, managing affairs. I've seen it all, and it breaks my heart."

"Now that the funeral is halfway over, all the guests have arrived. All that's left is to wait for the funeral procession. You no longer need to worry about it as much as before."

"Tonight... why don't you stay and let me serve you..."

As she finished speaking, her voice grew softer and softer, barely audible, as if she were a mosquito buzzing. She buried her head deeply in Jia Can's chest, too ashamed to lift it, but the meaning she wanted to express was crystal clear.

Jia Can was deeply moved by what he heard, and his heart fluttered even more when he saw Qin Keqing's shy and charming demeanor.

However, he still retained a sliver of reason and did not act rashly. He whispered in her ear, seeking her advice:

"Ke'er, are you... really ready? No regrets?"

Hearing his more intimate address to her, Qin Keqing's heart trembled slightly. She raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her eyes filled with intense affection, and gently nodded.

"Hmm... I've thought countless times that even if I gave myself to you willingly, I would never let that old beast defile me, not even in my dreams... Now that my dream has come true, I have no regrets, I'm just afraid you'll despise me for not being clean enough."

As she finished speaking, her lips trembled slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

Over the past two or three years, although she has tried her best to preserve her innocence, she has lived under Jia Zhen's nose for so long, and she is worried that Jia Can may harbor resentment.

Jia Can quickly replied, "How could I possibly despise you? I know you've always maintained your integrity. In this originally filthy mansion, you've been able to remain chaste, untainted by the mud. I cherish you more than anything; how could I possibly despise you?"

"I'm just worried that you... aren't prepared."

When Qin Keqing saw him speak, his starry eyes were full of tenderness and affection, and his lips trembled slightly. The worry in her heart completely vanished.

She wanted to say something more, but seemed unsure where to begin. In the end, she stopped talking and simply offered her lips, expressing her determination through her actions.

Jia Can felt her soft red lips, his starry eyes slightly opened, his pupils dilated, and he was instantly captivated.

After a while, he closed his eyes slightly, no longer hesitated, gently embraced her, and went into the boudoir.

With a soft clatter of the curtain hooks, the pink gauze curtains slowly descended, shutting out the candlelight that filled the room. Only the reflection of two intertwined figures could be seen on the curtains.

The two were of one mind and deeply in love. After overcoming numerous hardships to be together, they were now deeply in love and passionately entwined, their souls intertwined.

It contained not only the joy of love, but also the touching and intertwining of souls; the experience was beyond words and could only be understood by the two of them.