When Leng Qingtang returned to the house, the drizzle outside had already stopped. The night breeze gently made the flower branches sway, wet, and filled with dew.

The sky was just dark. The moonlight shyly shone through the window lattice and poured into a faint hazy halo.

Gu Yunxi was sitting at the table and waiting for him, with her small white hands resting her cheeks. She stared at the table full of food in a daze.

Leng Qingtang was dressed in an expensive gown of bombshell ink, with a ribbon tied around his waist.

When the door was opened, he came in with a damp cold wind, and the clothes were swayed. The handsome man reflected the gold edge against the fire candle, so he looked like a figure walking out of the painting.

The girl raised her eyes and saw the dazzling stars in the deep sky of the man, shining like gems.

He looked at her, slowly fainting the laughter lines at the end of his eyes, which instantly captured her heart.

Gu Yunxi got up and her face was slightly hot. She put on a plain face, with stunning eyes lowered. She scratched her hot cheeks with hands and said,

"I have been waiting for you for a long time. Hurry up to wash your hands and sit down to eat."

Leng Qingtang smiled intoxicatedly, closed his eyes, and sniffed. The arc of the smile on the lips was deep and the voice was as warm as a jade,

"It smells good! I have some tasks in the Palace. I am sorry to make you wait for a long time."

The eve of Spring Banquet was always the busiest time for the Imperial Ceremony Office.

This year's Spring Banquet was an extremely important moment for Master and her, which must be focused on.

When Master washed his hands in front of the washbasin, Gu Yunxi took a bowl of rice and put it in front of Master's seat.

The two then sat opposite. Seeing the "Reed Flower Liquor" on the table, Leng Qingtang lit up his eyes,

"How is this wine in the Eastern Depot? Are you celebrating today?"

Gu Yunxi opened the altar and poured a cup to respect Master. She sat down and explained with a smile,

"I sent someone back to the mansion to get it. Master, the informant brought the news back when you were still in the Palace. The Seventh Prince has already been sent to Yunyao. I am really so happy!"

Various feelings mixed as the sweets and bitters of life twisted into a wave, instantly hitting her throat.

Gu Yunxi's eyebrows changed and she choked too hard to speak the whole sentence.

Leng Qingtang felt distressed and he pulled the chair closer. He licked her temples with his fingers, sighed, and patted her shoulders. And then he whispered in a quiet voice,

"It is a good thing that Yunyao now knows how to survive in the imperial harem."

Gu Yunxi nodded lightly and put on a smiling face,

"Master, have the meal."

"OK."

After taking a few bites of food, the girl became serious. She said solemnly,

"However, now Tu Muxue stays with Sister. It always makes people feel uneasy."

Leng Qingtang raised his neck slightly and swallowed the cup of liquor, with a trace of elegance in his narrow eyes,

"She dared to enter the Palace definitely because of the Kunhuang Island map, and avenge for the incident of Mount Yin in the name of helping Wan Yuyao. However, she never expected the sudden change in Yongning Palace. Wan Yuyao sent her to Jingyang Palace so quickly in order to protect herself.”

“For Tu Muxue, the top priority is to live in the Palace, so Yunyao is her only backer. She will never harm Yunyao before her goal is achieved.”

“Look, as long as the Eastern Depot hands over the Kunhuang Island map on the night of Spring Banquet, Tu Muxue will do something. And then it will be easy to catch her.”

Gu Yunxi lowered her head unhappily. Seeing this, Leng Qingtang carefully ordered,

"Girl, you must remember that at the moment, in order to avoid extra trouble, no one can find Yunyao to tell her the identity of Tu Muxue. She has Zhao An by her side and there are also informants of the Imperial Ceremony Office inside and outside the palatial garden. You can rest assured for the time being."

Gu Yunxi put down her bowl and chopsticks and her face was solemn,

"Don't worry. I will never do things recklessly this time. You have been planning for these years. You will wait and I will naturally not lose patience. Master, this time once it's done, Dayi's ruling and opposition parties will be completely changed! "

The man smiled coldly and the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth couldn’t be concealed. He nodded in agreement,

"Indeed!"

It suddenly became quiet in the room and occasionally there were one or two "pops". The candlelight in the corner burst out with sparks.

The girl's eyes were stagnant and she frowned. She fixedly looked straight ahead at a certain point.

Leng Qingtang was full and when he took out the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips, he saw her weird eyes fixed on him.

Looking down, he asked in surprise,

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

The girl jumped up from the chair, turned around, and pulled the small sandalwood drawer at the bottom of the locker behind. She took out her needlework and did it swiftly. She ran to the Master and said,

"There is some thread picking in the placket. I'll sew it for you."

She smiled brightly,

"It's going to be ok soon. Don't move around!"

"OK, I stand up."

Worrying that she would be uncomfortable if she bent over for a long time, he stood upright. He raised his jaw deliberately.

Four fingers slid into one side of the outer robe and the girl silently lowered her eyes and sewed it carefully.

The man silently lowered his head, staring at the small body in front of him. His thoughts fluttered and he could no longer hold back thinking about their past.

For more than ten years, he watched her grow up little by little, completing her transformation step by step, from being sick and frail to have a strong heart.

She devoted herself to his daily life and took risks together with him. At the most dangerous moment of the Eastern Depot, she tried her best to turn the tide and make up for the fragmented situation. She didn’t hesitate to fight with her own life to exchange for his survival.

He didn't dare to think about how he would face the rest of his life and complete the lonely and difficult trek if he hadn't had her, or had lost her halfway and couldn't find her again.

The mellow voice in the ears was like a light feather and it was embracing a trace of relief,

"Huh, it's almost done. My craftsmanship is not bad, and it will not obvious."

The man's attention was not on the robe at all and his eyes were burning hot. The smile on his lips was like water that attracted people. His arms slowly tightened around the girl's waist.

Gu Yunxi was about to bite the thread off and suddenly breathed tightly, and she then bumped her head against the solid chest of the Master.

"Why? The needle is still there. Watch out."

Gu Yunxi pushed him uncomfortably, frowning and complaining slightly.

The Master smiled more happily. He stretched out his slender fingers and stroked the girl's cheeks. His warm fingertips touched her lips, and a grain of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth was removed.

With a charming smile, the man opened his mouth and held his fingertips, swallowing the grain of rice into his belly.

"Eh!"

Gu Yunxi wanted to stop him, but it was too late. A small face couldn't help but flushed a bit. Her eyes flickered and her lips were pouting shyly. The indescribable little emotion was like a vine crawling around.

"Master, release me."

She lowered her head, and her voice was trembling soft, and weak.

Without seeing the girl's expression, Leng Qingtang tightened his arms again like protest and embraced the exquisite body.

"Hate you..."

Holding a trace of sobriety, Gu Yunxi reluctantly twisted and struggled in a modest range. In the eyes of the man, it was more like a desire, a kind of temptation.

His breath was so heavy, and he lowered his head to kiss the girl desperately. His brows were frowned by the sharp pain in his chest, and he shouted.

Gu Yunxi was frightened by him, stretched out her hand, and rubbed his chest extremely nervously. She kept muttering,

"How? You're still stabbed by a needle! I tell you it takes more time, and you just refuse to obey."

Leng Qingtang pressed the corner of his mouth and looked dissatisfied. He pinched the silk thread on the placket and tore it off, threw the embroidery needle on the ground, pretending to be resentful and squinted at her,

"What should I do now? It's pricked, and it hurts. How can you compensate me?"

"What?"

The girl couldn't laugh or cry and looked embarrassed. She scratched the back of her head helplessly, muttering,

"Why do you blame me again? I tell you beforehand, it is you..."

Before the words were finished, the object in the foreground rotated for a while. When the sight became clear and stable, she was hugged by him.

He smiled with a bit of rascal. The man's deep eyes seemed to pour into the long star river, and the waves were bright with countless ripples. His voice was low and hoarse,

"Don't go anywhere tonight. Sleep with me like you did before."

Suddenly warmth flowed through the apex of her heart, although her heart was slightly itchy and sweet. The girl still blushed and argued,

"No, you let me go quickly. I'll go back to my room to sleep..."

She already knew that the Master was a fake eunuch, and she also knew the consequences of breaking the masculine seal.

Right now, she thought that any intimate contact with him should no longer be as unscrupulous as before.

Seeing her slap-sized face was red, like a red baking pan that was about to cook things. Leng Qingtang smiled contentedly and happily, with thin lips pressed to her ears. He whispered,

"Relax. Sleep well tonight. I swear I will never touch you one time."

One time?

The girl was embarrassed. She felt that the Master's words were very awkward.

No one time?

So, how many times would he touch?

Concentrating on her mind, she felt that her body suddenly sank. She was gently put on the bed by the Master.

He stared at her with a gentle smile, and his slender, white fingers fell on the bed curtain.

The red candle flickered, and the tears of the candle meandered. The hidden light gauze barrier gradually closed, and the silhouettes of the two were closely overlapped...

In the middle of the night, the moonlight shone through the white clouds. It was misty on the quiet red wall and blue tiles, transforming into blurred colors.

The fresh leaves of the winter jasmine were rolled with crystal drops of water, trembling with the wind. The dews dripped silently under the clear moonlight, slamming into the soft gravel.

Lu Qiange, in an ordinary Honour Guards imperial bodyguard clothes, stared coldly at the Prince Chen Huanan Xin in the shadows and ridicule in a low voice. After a moment, he pressed the hilt with his hand and scolded,

"Hey, have you laughed enough? There should be a measure of amusement!"

The low-pitched voice quenched with infinite anger forced Prince Chen to try his best to restrain his emotions. He coughed and said,

"Okay, okay. I don't laugh at you. I'm well aware of the temper of my fourth sister, and you are not to blame. You're really wronged and as a prince of Udan, you come to the cold palace to be a guard. Hey, I’m afraid all your skills are useless!"

"Don't mention it!"

After hearing Prince Chen's deformed and prolonged tail sound, which was like a prelude to laughter, Lu Qiange glared at him with sharp eyes. He immediately turned back and sneered,

"The Palace of Da Yi is really a place where powers gather. The imperial harem will never be peaceful. They will kill innocent people often. I was not on duty that night when Chuxiu Palace was on fire; otherwise, at this time, I'm dead like Zhao You."

Zhao You was the guard who changed shifts with Lu Qiange.

Not long after he was on duty that night, he felt abdominal pain inexplicably. When he went to the toilet and returned, he saw that Chuxiu Palace had fallen into a sea of flames.

The next day, he was beheaded by Emperor Jingxiao for negligence.

Prince Chen Huanan Xin peeked out the entire crown-jade face from the shadows, and the clear and undulating facial lines under the silver moonlight showed a faint coldness.

Partly cold and thin, partly bright and beautiful, the extremely contradictory look on his handsome face showed perfect complementarity.

"Don't worry. You can't die."

One side of dashing eyebrows flew obliquely, and the voice of Prince Chen's laughter began again,

"You are the person that my fourth sister is into. If that day you were on duty, she will definitely protect you with all her life. Even though she is a girl, she is extremely favored by Father."

"Come on. You know I have a girl in my heart, so don't joke."

Lu Qiange looked annoyed and impatient. He raised his voice to interrupt Prince Chen. The anger was up and down in his purple eyes, and he rolled his eyes.

"Weren't you using her before?"

Prince Chen asked mercilessly. Seeing Lu Qiange's eyes that seemed to be murderous, Prince Chen changed the topic,

"I advise you to go to Jingyang Palace more, and maybe you will find some surprises."

Lu Qiange frowned, wondering what Prince Chen meant.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the dark shadow fluttering up. For a while, the man had jumped to the high building, and then disappeared.

Withdrawing his puzzled gaze, Lu Qiange pondered quietly.

What did Prince Chen's words imply?