The sun set in the west, and night enveloped the sky.
Before leaving the Imperial Palace, Xiao Mo first made a trip to the National Preceptor's Mansion.
Just as the carriage stopped, a gust of wind suddenly lifted a corner of the curtain before letting it slowly fall back into place.
By the time Xiao Mo realized what had happened, Jiang Rou was already sitting inside the carriage.
Xiao Mo stared, stunned, at the woman sitting before him.
Jiang Rou was no longer wearing her Wanjian Sect disciple uniform. Instead, she had changed into a simple white dress. Her long hair was tied back, cascading down her back to her slender waist.
Although Jiang Rou's attire was plain and she still wore a veil, she exuded an understated elegance, like a fine tea.
"Your Majesty, why are you staring at me? Do I look strange dressed like this?" Jiang Rou asked with a frown.
