In Xuelan House of Prince Zhan's mansion.

Xuanyuan Mo was leaning against the bedside, holding a brochure in his hand and reading it with relish.

With a squeak, the door was opened. Duanmu Xi carried a dish of dessert and walked inside.

Duanmu Xi glimpsed the red figure leaning against the bedside and put the dessert on the table.

"Snow, I've made some osmanthus cake. Would you like to try it?"

Then, Duanmu Xi picked up ...