It was night again.

By midnight, Princess Qianyang had already dressed up. She was sitting at Moon Admiring Pavilion waiting for Yun Shimo.

As expected, the wind was light with only a few clouds in the sky. The moon was bright and the starlight sparse. Yun Shimo arrived once more in the breeze, his inky robes fluttering, his star-like eyes resembling the sea. He drifted over in the moonlight, his manners exceptionally suave and handsome.

Princess ...