After leaving the Imperial Palace, as Chen Mo was about to bid farewell, he heard Ye Zi’e say: "By the way, while we were at the Frozen Sky Palace, the Empress asked me to pass a message to you."
Curiously, Chen Mo asked: "What message?"
Ye Zi’e looked around and said: "It’s inconvenient to talk here. Mr. Chen, please follow me."
With that, she boarded the soft palanquin parked nearby.
Chen Mo didn’t think much and followed suit.
...
...
Lianbao Street.
The street was bustling with people, lined with shops on both sides, while vendors unrelentingly hawked their wares. The air was filled with a lively and vibrant atmosphere.
Yet, among them was a figure that seemed out of place.
Wearing a spotless Moon White Daoist Robe, she resembled a fairy detached from the mundane world, wandering the streets aimlessly.
The surrounding pedestrians hardly noticed her, but unconsciously kept their distance, forming a gap in the crowded flow.
"Excuse me, how much for the Osmanthus Sweet Cake?"
Ling Ningzhi stopped at a small stall and asked.
The vendor rubbed his eyes, seeing a person standing before him but the figure remained indistinct.
Assuming his eyes were playing tricks on him, he replied: "Ten wen per piece."
Ling Ningzhi placed the silver down, took the Osmanthus Sweet Cake, and turned to leave.
"Eh, miss, you gave too much."
The vendor picked up the silver ingot, about to call out, only to find she had vanished.
"Really strange..."
The vendor scratched his head.
Ling Ningzhi held the Osmanthus Sweet Cake, took a bite, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Too sweet."
"How can Zhixia like eating such things?"
Thinking of Shen Zhixia, Ling Ningzhi’s mind naturally recalled the scene from that day, and her cheeks flushed with color.
She never imagined that Zhixia would be so bold, doing such a thing right in front of her.
Nor did she expect that Chen Mo would tie them up...

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