Who put the yellow robe on me?

An hour passed quietly, and the moonlight on the Lianghuai River flickered in the waves like flowing glass.

The sixteenth prince Jiang Chen and He Xiaowei spent a long time together by the gentle river, whispering to each other, their eyes full of affection. They were so close to each other that even their breaths seemed to be intertwined.

Jiang Chen felt the trembling back of He Xiaowei's hand. Her delicate skin exuded a delicate orchid-like body fragrance, which made it difficult for him to hide the tenderness in his heart.

The two looked at each other silently, but there was a surge of hidden emotions in their hearts - this was a feeling of throbbing and a hint of worry, as if reminding them: good times are short after all.

After returning to the shore, the night market on the river bank was already bustling with activity.

Annan General Zhong Xiaodan and Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou had already been eating snacks at the market: crystal clear tofu pudding, steaming hot candied haws, and various scattered small snacks. The air was filled with a mixture of sweetness and fragrance.

Jiang Sirou seemed to particularly enjoy this unrestrained and leisurely time. She would talk to Zhong Xiaodan in a low voice from time to time, and her words were filled with the warmth of human life.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on He Xiaowei's arm around Jiang Chen. At that moment, a complex emotion flashed through her heart - she was stunned at first, and then she smiled with some understanding.

After all, the Sixteenth Prince and He Xiaowei have always been in love with each other, so it is reasonable for them to be together.

However, Jiang Sirou was also a little worried: Now that the news has come out that the Minister of Rites has gone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to propose marriage, will such a change cast a shadow on this warmth?

Just as Jiang Sirou was about to whisper a few words to He Xiaowei to dispel her suspense, Zhong Xiaodan suddenly tapped her lightly with his toes, as if hinting her not to say too much.

Both of them understood what was going on, knowing that the two young masters, who were secretly in love, had already understood each other tacitly, so there was no need for anyone to say anything more.

Zhong Xiaodan's deep voice slowly rang out: "Come on, I've ordered two bowls of tofu pudding for you."

He Xiaowei shyly let go of Jiang Chen's arm, her voice filled with gentle playfulness: "You bought so many delicious foods, let me see what you bought."

As she spoke, she sat down and chattered with Jiang Sirou about the dazzling array of delicious food. Her words were occasionally interspersed with giggles and jokes, which made Jiang Sirou blush and laugh secretly from time to time.

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan sat quietly at the other corner of the square table, enjoying the quiet moment as if no one was around, but they kept watching the two women's playfulness from the corner of their eyes.

At this moment, Zhong Xiaodan suddenly lowered his voice and said with a hint of nervousness that was difficult to conceal: "I saw Mu Zhengyi just now."

The sound was not loud, but it was enough to attract Jiang Chen's attention. He responded in a low voice: "Oh? He's here too?"

Zhong Xiaodan nodded. "Yeah, he was just strolling around the market and we bumped into each other, but he didn't say much."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen secretly thought in his heart: Although He Xiaowei has been betrothed to Mu Zhengyi, this is a great opportunity - as long as she can safely leave this turbulent capital before going on a diplomatic mission to Dongqi, she can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

A sense of determination emerged in his heart, and he thought to himself: This matter cannot be delayed any longer, and a countermeasure must be formulated as soon as possible to prevent further disturbances from the outside world.

After saying that, Jiang Chen stood up and looked around at the brightly lit market. He then said to He Xiaowei and Jiang Sirou, "I heard there's a place by the river where you can place wishing lanterns. Why don't we go check it out?"

Jiang Sirou curled her lips and replied playfully, "Sixteenth brother, I haven't finished my tofu pudding yet!"

"Let's go! It won't be fun once all the people who released the wishing lanterns leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chen pulled Jiang Sirou and He Xiaowei, and the two slowly walked towards the river, while Zhong Xiaodan quietly sorted out the snacks they had just bought behind them.

After leaving the market, they arrived at the Wishing Pavilion by the Lianghuai River. In front of the pavilion, a group of young men and women gathered, lighting their own wishing lanterns and gently placing them on the slowly flowing river.

The wishing lanterns slowly drift away along the river, as if carrying the most pious wishes in people's hearts - to win the heart of one person and stay together until old age. Various messages are written on each wishing lantern, and the poetic and picturesque scene contains endless expectations and dreams.

Looking at the wishing lantern floating along the river, Jiang Sirou gently asked, "Xiao Wei'er, what do you want to write?" Her voice was gentle but with a hint of inquiry, as if she was expecting He Xiaowei to reveal the unspoken secret in her heart.

A hint of shyness flashed across He Xiaowei's face, and there seemed to be a tacit and unspoken secret in her eyes.

He Xiaowei lowered her head in thought, a hint of hesitation flashed across her eyes, and finally she pursed her lips and said, "...I want to write down a wish that may not be fulfilled." Her words were full of expectations for the future, as well as self-mockery of the helplessness of reality.

A trace of loneliness and determination flashed in He Xiaowei's eyes, and then she wrote: "...If we can be together in the future, I am willing to shorten my life by ten years."

She pursed her lips slightly, her blurred eyes revealing a bit of melancholy and sadness, but she seemed to be brewing a decisive answer.

Just as Jiang Sirou was about to move forward to see the words clearly, He Xiaowei suddenly and quickly stuffed the wishing lantern under the pavilion, as if she didn't want others to see the densely packed words.

A few people smiled at each other, then gently placed the lit wish lanterns in their hands into the river and watched them float downstream.

At the same time, Jiang Chen's heart was filled with complex emotions. He looked at He Xiaowei with a look that was both gentle and a little bit reluctant.

On this night full of romance and secret feelings, the lights in front of the wishing pavilion reflect the expectations and sorrows deep in their hearts.

The river water gently laps against the shore, and every light and shadow in the night seems to be telling countless unsolved mysteries, and the drifting wishing lanterns are like small flames in their hearts, carrying all kinds of beautiful and unpredictable expectations for the future.

At this moment, under the gorgeous wishing lanterns, the river was brightly lit, reflecting the colorful colors on the water. The gentle sound of waves and the noise of the distant city were intertwined, like a dream scene.

At this moment, the beautiful wishing lanterns, flickering reflections, swaying candlelight, and the emotions surging in the center of the river reflect the secrets in everyone's heart.

Just as everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, Jiang Chen suddenly heard a familiar and heart-shaking call from behind him: "Miss He? You're here too."

Jiang Chen turned around suddenly, and a complex emotion surged in his heart - the voice reminded him of the past, and the person he least wanted to meet was finally met by them.