The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is nearing dusk.
Beneath the pavilion in Xiao Yunxi's courtyard, the servants of the Prince's Mansion brought Chu Ran and Xu Ying here, letting them sit and wait for a moment, then brought refreshments and placed them on the stone table.
Princess Zhaoqing, Chu Ran, was still somewhat apprehensive and had not taken a seat. Dressed in a long emerald skirt, she was graceful as flowing water, and her delicate skin appeared even more tender against the green hue.
Her hands clutched a square handkerchief. Sparse sunlight filtered through the phoenix tree in the courtyard, casting its glow on her anxious face. Watching Xu Ying leisurely sipping tea, she softly said, "I shouldn't have agreed to accompany you here. Princess Consort Wei and the others will surely think that we are shameless.
When Princess Consort Wei and the others come over, what should we do?"
