Night falls, in the garden pavilion.
Under the moonlight, a celestial silhouette slowly descends, borrowing the cool moonlight, she sees the young man in the emperor's robe sitting alone in the pavilion.
Jiang Ruyi had thought Lu Ran would notice, but as she approached step by step, she found the young man did not react at all, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Her voice is gentle.
In an instant, Jiang Ruyi felt a strong sense of killing intent, which immediately dissipated without a trace.
Lu Ran's tense body relaxed, he looked up at her, a smile of apology on his face: "Not busy anymore?"
Jiang Ruyi acted as if she didn't feel the overwhelming killing intent, chiding: "Look who's talking! You left all this work for me... Oh."
The young man in the emperor's robe suddenly reached out, wrapping his arms around the celestial maiden's slender waist, drawing her to the front, and naturally burying his head on her flat belly, taking a deep breath.
