Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

If we talk about what happens in the future, it can only be summed up in two words.

later.

Later, the Taoist priest with a sage look really let go of his obsession and learned how to fulfill his wish.

Traveling around the world just to find that beautiful shadow that may exist in the world.

Later, the powerful emperor destroyed Beirong and the country was in a prosperous and peaceful era.

But the harem was empty, with only a precious princess.

Time flies, and more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

It has been so long that the baby who was still in swaddling clothes has grown into a graceful young lady.

And this day was the auspicious day for the princess of their dynasty to come of age.

The first rays of morning light shone on the vermilion palace walls. The palace servants coming and going were in a hurry, carrying trays in their hands, but everyone's face was filled with smiles.

"Princess, this Dongzhu crown is beautiful..."

"The Princess Trembling Butterfly is more beautiful..."

"Princess, which pair of earrings would you like to wear today?"

The palace servants of Changle Palace were busy dressing up their little princess for this important day.

Chu Nian looked at the people busy around her, and was already dazzled by the headdresses coming and going.

"Okay, go and prepare other things, and leave the princess to me." A gentle female voice came from behind.

"Yes, Aunt Wanxing." The young palace maids withdrew one after another.

Looking at the young princess in the mirror, the princess's facial features have become more and more like the young lady over the years, just like now, Xing'er is looking at the princess sitting in front of the dressing table, as if she is back to the time when she was still in the mansion, dressing the young lady every day.

Stroking the princess's soft black hair, Xing'er's eyes were filled with nostalgia.

"Aunt Xing, do I look like my mother?" Chu Yan asked Xing'er while looking at herself in the mirror.

"Originally, the princess was only 50% similar to the young lady, but as she grew older, she became more and more like the young lady."

Xing'er has taken care of Chu Nian's daily life since he was a child, and often talks about Yuebai. All that Chu Nian knows about his mother comes from this aunt.

Because every time Chu Nian asked about his mother, his father and master would remain silent. His father would be unhappy for several days, and his master would go traveling around the world or return to Baiyun Mountain.

Chu Nian didn't want to see his father and master feeling sad, so when Aunt Xing talked to him about it, her eyes were shining, and the Queen Mother she spoke of was extremely gentle.

"They all say that our mother went to a very far place." Actually, Chu Nian believed it when she was a child, but when she grew up, she realized that going to a very far place meant death.

"Yes, Miss may come back one day." Xing'er had already parted and tied up the princess's hair into a beautiful bun. "What kind of flower would you like to wear today, Princess?"

"A peony! I think the peonies there are in great bloom. Ask someone to get one to wear as a hairpin."

That was planted for my mother the year my father ascended the throne. Let me just think of it as a way to let my mother see what she looks like today when she comes of age.

Soon, the palace maid brought a peony and Xing'er put it on Chu Nian's hair.

Everyone helped the princess to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, where they toasted each other with wine and cups. Chu Ji sat high on the dragon throne. More than a decade had left traces of time in the corners of his eyes, and his aura was even greater than before.

Wang Chen sits at the head of the royal family, and has now been conferred the title of prince. He still wears a white Taoist robe, but the sword he carries with him is still the broken sword.

Wang Chen is always reminded that being too rigid can lead to failure, and one should not force things too much.

As everyone was waiting, the sound of ceremonial music finally rang out, followed by the sound of drums, and Chu Nian entered the hall.

Chu Ji and Wang Chen looked up, it seemed like an old friend had returned.

The most senior lady in the clan was Chu Nian, who tied up the other half of her hair. Everyone was offering congratulatory words, and the atmosphere was lively for a while.

Only Chu Ji quietly left the table, and he came to the peonies again, just like his coronation ceremony many years ago.

It’s a pity that he was alone this time. The peonies now don’t need a greenhouse and are in full bloom.

When the emperor, wearing the crown, saw the peony flower in his daughter's hair today, he thought of this field of peonies and the time when he held the hand of his sweetheart among these peonies and made her his queen.

The unbridled, intense love and hate of his youth are gone, and now only the emperor is left standing among the peonies.

"His Majesty."

Hearing Wang Chen's voice, Chu Ji ignored it.

Wang Chen sat down by himself and took a wine gourd from somewhere beside Chu Ji: "Try it?"

Chu Ji took a sip and found it was not wine, but a familiar and unpalatable taste. He frowned and asked, "What does it taste like? What is this?"

"One year she collected snow water from bamboo and said she wanted to use it to brew her own tea." Wang Chen smiled and continued, "Later, she got bored in the mountains and occasionally brewed some tea. The tea you drank was her tea..."

“Hahaha…” Chu Ji laughed but started to cry. “She used to always ask me what her tea tasted like, and I would always endure it and say it was good, but now I want to tell the truth.”

"Bitter."

It was so bitter that he could hardly hold on any longer. He understood how his father felt, but they still had a daughter and he had no son. If he was gone, who would take care of their daughter?

The excitement of the day ended and the little princess fell asleep, perhaps because the peony she loved today was placed next to her pillow.

At night the little princess actually dreamed of her mother in a white mist.

A woman slowly walked towards Chu Nian. She looked very similar to himself, except that the woman had a slender figure and a transcendental air.

"Nian'er, I am your mother."

The woman spoke, confirming his thoughts. No wonder as soon as the woman appeared, he seemed to feel a blood connection and wanted to get close to her.

"Mother..." Chu Nian threw himself into Yue Bai's arms.

"You are coming of age today, and your mother will give you a gift later." Yuebai took out a crescent-shaped jade seal and handed it to Chu Nian, "Take a look, do you like it?"

The jade pendant felt cool to the touch. It was made of extremely fine jade. Even Chu Nian, who had been supported by the imperial dynasty since childhood, could not tell what kind of jade it was.

"I like to thank my mother."

"As long as you like it." Yuebai gently kissed Chu Nian's forehead, "It's time, the Queen Mother is leaving."

"Mother, where are you going? Mother!" Chu Nian jumped up from the bed and realized it was just a dream.

The maid who was on night watch outside heard the noise and immediately asked, "Princess, are you going to get up?"

"No need, it was just a dream." After saying that, Chu Nian was about to lie down again, but there seemed to be something hard in the quilt.

I took it out and looked at it in the moonlight, and it turned out to be the jade secret in my dream.

"I know that my mother is the fairy in those storybooks." Chu Nian put the jade seal on his chest and said softly.