We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 162 Actually, I've liked Your Majesty for a long time.

"Holding your hand, we will grow old together."

Yan Ruxue smiled as she looked at Xiao Mo and slowly began to speak.

“I like these two lines very much too.” Xiao Mo nodded and took a sip of tea.

"I thought you would laugh at me, young master," Yan Ruxue said with a slight smile.

"Why do you say that?" Xiao Mo asked.

"Because these are all about love and romance, they seem petty." Yan Ruxue lowered her eyes slightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’re mistaken, young lady.” Xiao Mo shook his head with a smile. “Of all the eighty thousand words in the world, love is the most deadly. No matter how the world changes or how time passes, only the word ‘love’ remains unchanged.”

Yan Ruxue's eyes flickered slightly as she quietly gazed into Xiao Mo's eyes.

"What's wrong, young lady?" Xiao Mo looked at the woman in front of him and felt that there was something strange about the way she looked at him just a moment ago.

It's like an impulse stirring within me.

But she forcibly suppressed that impulse.

"It's nothing." Yan Ruxue shook her head. "I just think what you said makes a lot of sense. I'll offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."

"You're too kind, young lady."

Xiao Mo raised his teacup, clinked it against Yan Ruxue's across the air, and drank it all in one gulp.

Half an hour later, Wei Xun looked at the sky and felt it was about time. He stepped forward and said softly, "Young Master, it's getting late. Shouldn't we go back?"

"Understood." Xiao Mo stood up and bowed to Yan Ruxue. "Miss, I shall take my leave now. I had a very pleasant conversation with you today."

Yan Ruxue stood up and bowed slightly: "Please take care, young master. I was just about to go back myself. If you don't mind, you may take this box of pastries and try them."

"Then I'll accept it without hesitation. Take care on your journey, young lady."

"The same goes for you, young master."

Xiao Mo didn't stand on ceremony; he accepted the pastries and turned to leave.

Only after watching Xiao Mo's figure disappear into the distance did Yan Ruxue turn her gaze away.

"Xiaochun, let's go back too." Yan Ruxue smiled gently.

"Okay lady."

Xiaochun quickly packed up the cushion, kite, and tea set, and poured the charcoal from the tea stove into the lake.

After the lake water was scalded and a small mist rose, the charcoal from the furnace gradually sank to the bottom.

On the way back to the palace, Xiao Mo looked at the box of pastries Wei Xun was carrying and said:

"Wei Xun, I want to try it."

"Yes, young master." Wei Xun quickly unfolded the oiled paper and carefully handed it to His Majesty.

Xiao Mo pinched out a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite.

"Ok?"

Looking at the osmanthus cake in his hand, which he had bitten into half, Xiao Mo couldn't help but frown.

"Young master, what's wrong with this osmanthus cake?" Wei Xun asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that the osmanthus cake tastes a bit familiar."

"Familiar?" Wei Xun was even more confused.

"It tastes a bit like something I've had before, but not quite. This osmanthus cake is even better."

Xiao Mo stopped and turned around to look in the direction of Bichun Lake.

Three breaths later, Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head, as if mocking himself for the unrealistic idea that had just popped into his head.

"Never mind, I was just overthinking it. Let's go back."

"Yes, young master."

After Xiaochun threw the tea set, kite, and other items onto the carriage, she did not get into the carriage with her mistress to return home.

The young lady wanted to stroll around the market, so Xiaochun naturally accompanied her.

Although walking was tiring, she enjoyed shopping with her mistress. However, every time they went shopping, all sorts of people would look at her mistress with all sorts of expressions.

Xiao Chun wished she could gouge out the eyes of these people.

"Miss, Miss." Xiaochun shook her mistress's small hand, her eyes filled with gossip.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ruxue asked with a smile.

"Miss, why don't you tell His Majesty his name?" Xiaochun asked curiously.

Several times she thought her young mistress was about to reveal her name and was waiting to see His Majesty's reaction.

But the young lady never said that, and always referred to herself as "this humble woman".

Yan Ruxue reached out and gently flicked Xiaochun's forehead: "Xiaochun, did His Majesty ask my name?"

"No," Xiaochun shook her head.

Yan Ruxue asked again, "Did His Majesty mention his identity?"

"No," Xiaochun shook her head again. "That's right, why is that? Logically speaking, Miss, you're so beautiful, shouldn't His Majesty reveal your identity and take you back to the palace?"

"Silly girl." Yan Ruxue smiled gently. "Since it was a chance encounter, why ask so many questions and add a complicated element to this pure chance meeting?"

“But Miss,” Xiaochun rubbed her forehead, “Miss will be entering the palace soon.”

"Yes, but today is today, and tomorrow is tomorrow. Today I am his friend, but in a few days I will be his wife. He will probably be very surprised."

"Yes, His Majesty will definitely be very surprised and very happy."

Xiaochun said with a grin, her heart already filled with anticipation.

On the night of their anticipated wedding, His Majesty lifted the young lady's red veil and discovered that his Empress was none other than the woman he had met by chance.

How surprised His Majesty will be...

It's just like a story from a traditional Chinese novel.

But then again...
Xiao Chun looked at the young lady beside her, a hint of worry in her eyes: "Miss, how do you feel about His Majesty? Do you like His Majesty?"

Xiaochun initially felt that it was a waste for her young mistress to enter the palace.

Because His Majesty's reputation is not good.

Rumor has it that His Majesty is incompetent and has a violent temper, often beating and scolding palace maids.

But after meeting His Majesty twice, Xiaochun felt that His Majesty was not that kind of person at all.

His Majesty gives people a refined feeling, like a scholar, with elegant manners, good looks, and no airs at all.

In short, His Majesty is completely different from what has been rumored.

"I like it," Yan Ruxue replied with a smile.

"Huh?" Xiaochun was taken aback. She hadn't expected the young lady to answer so readily, and she felt a little embarrassed.

"And let me tell you a secret, Xiaochun, but you mustn't tell His Majesty."

Yan Ruxue said mysteriously, with a hint of playfulness in her words.

"Miss, please tell me! I promise I won't tell His Majesty!" Xiaochun's eyes sparkled.

"Actually, I've liked Your Majesty for a long time."

"But wasn't it three months ago that Miss first met His Majesty?"

"Who said that?" Yan Ruxue's lips curled up. "I've met His Majesty before."

Xiaochun scratched her head: "Miss, how long have you liked His Majesty?"

Yan Ruxue smiled and pinched Xiaochun's nose: "It's been seven thousand years."

"Seven thousand years?"

Xiaochun stopped in her tracks, watching her mistress's retreating figure, pondering her words.

A moment later, Xiaochun realized what was happening and quickly chased after her mistress.

"Miss, you're lying! You're only nineteen!"

(End of this chapter)