On the shore, a simple wharf appeared, as if it were an integral part of the surrounding scenery. The flower boat gradually drew closer.

  The flower boat stopped steadily, and Shao Baozi was the first to get off the boat.

  Then, Mu Qing also stepped onto the muddy ground covered with pink fallen flowers.

  A group of swallows, carrying food boxes and wine utensils, flocked to the shore. Following the two big rascals from Luodu, they headed towards the depths of Peach Blossom Forest.

  As I walked along the winding path for a while, suddenly, a faint sound of the guqin floated over.

  The sound of the qin is like the clouds at the edge of the sky, and also like the mist in the mountains, fleeting and difficult to grasp.

  Unconsciously, Mu Qingge followed the faintly familiar feeling in her heart and headed towards the source of the piano sound.

  Shao Pangzi and others can only follow along.

  Peach blossoms everywhere confuse people's eyes, I can only blame myself for being in this forest.

  After wandering in the dense peach blossom forest for a while, Mu Qingge finally walked out of the dense forest and came to an open area. The sound of the guqin seemed to be right next to her ear, but what entered her eyes made her pupils shrink slightly.

  It's him!

  ……

  Pink peach blossoms, drifting down in the forest, dancing with the wind.

  A rare open space turned out to be an octagonal pavilion for viewing the scenery.

  In the pavilion, the incense burner wafts gently, with green smoke like silk. A goose-yellow, slender figure sits cross-legged, stroking the zither with his hands hanging down. His black hair is unbound and moves in the wind.

  Scattered petals sometimes kiss his hair, and sometimes fall between the strings of a zither.

  The wide sleeves fluttered over the strings due to the finger movements, gently as if caressing a lover's face.

  Her skin was as white as if it had no blood, her facial features were as beautiful as a painting, like an immortal in the peach blossom forest, making it hard to look away.

  Yet it seemed as fragile as can be, afraid that if the wild wind in the forest blew a bit stronger, it would blow him to pieces.

  'Wise king!'

  Mo Qing's heart was slightly surprised.

  She didn't expect to meet him again here.

  In the three encounters, this quiet man, who seemed as still as dead water without any ripples, gave her an inexplicable feeling. He appeared to be fragile and in need of everyone's protection, yet he also seemed to reject people from afar.

  He lives in the world, yet seems to have gone with the wind long ago.

  On him, Mu Qingge couldn't find a hint of the breath that a living person should have. To say he was a wooden puppet, yet it was precisely this that made one's heart feel pity for him, unwilling to harm him.

  It's just... his identity.

  Mu Qing's eyes darkened slightly. She hadn't forgotten that the man in front of her was the son of the Emperor of Qin, Qin Jinchen, who had been conferred as a wise king and yet, wasn't favored.

  Wise king, idle king.

  It's likely that this edict reveals the emperor's thoughts.

  This son who doesn't please him would be better off as a loafer, minding his own business and leaving others to their fate.

  That delicate and exquisite appearance, evoked a faint heartache in Mu Qingge. She was a waste, yet she received all the love from her grandfather and aunt.

  He was noble as a crown prince, but because of his weak and sickly body, he was born inauspiciously and was disliked by his own father.

  This special background and experience may be the source of his temperament. Mu Qingge clearly saw the clean and fragile beauty, but what he felt was endless darkness.

  The sound of the koto suddenly stopped.

  It seems that the person playing the zither finally discovered someone breaking in.

  Mo Qing's eyes moved slightly, and naturally met that pair of calm and peaceful eyes.

  Still so clear-cut in black and white, yet without any emotions at all. Or perhaps... it's hidden too deeply?

  Mo Qing Ge cannot be known.

  But since he came uninvited and was already discovered, it's natural to go up and say hello.

  She thought to herself and calmly stepped out from under the foliage, coming to a clearing.

  Shao Pangzi, along with many other women, naturally followed her. A group of people appeared in a majestic manner outside the Octagonal Pavilion, before Qin Jinchens eyes, still without causing any ripples in his gaze.

  Mù Qīng Gē walked near, but did not enter the Octagonal Pavilion.

  Standing outside the pavilion, he bowed his fist to the people inside and said: "Today, I came with a good friend to tread on the green grass, and unintentionally heard the sound of the piano in the pavilion. I admired the light song and came to listen, but disturbed the elegant gathering of the noble king. I hope the noble king will not be offended."

  "What! He is that mysterious wise king?" Shao Baozi exclaimed in surprise, sighing behind Mu Qingge.

  Mysterious Sage King?

  Admiring the gentle song, her eyebrows slightly raised.

  It seems that the Mu family's intelligence was indeed correct. This wise king is really a recluse, and it's hard to appear in people's sight. Even Shao Pangzi, this spoiled rich kid, doesn't recognize him.

  "Pangzi, haven't you met His Excellency Xianwang before?" Mu Qingge reminded him.

  "Ah! Oh oh. Shao Jia Shao Yue Ze has seen the wise king, long live the king, long live the king, long long live the king." Reminded, Shao Pangzi immediately paid his respects. Along with him, a group of beauties behind him also knelt down to pay their respects in fear.

  In an instant, the only person left standing was Mu Qingge.

  Qin Jincheng's calm eyes slowly moved away from Mu Qingge, skipping over Shao Pangzi's stout body, and landed directly on the group of beauties.

  After a few moments, he lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes blocked those clear black and white eyes.

  "When traveling for pleasure, one need not be bound by etiquette."

  This was the first time Mu Qing heard him speak. His voice carried a sense of detachment, soft and even, pale with a hint of clarity, and an innate nobility.

  Unlike Qin Jinhuang's cold and arrogant demeanor, it is also different from the mysterious and elegant Mr. Yao.

  But she felt that this voice could reach directly into a person's heart, like jade beads falling onto a plate.

  Digression

  The wise king's beautiful son is on the scene! Last time the wise beauty appeared, many people asked if he was the second male lead... Is he? Is he? Is he? Baby won't say! Haha~

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