Who put the yellow robe on me?

Mu Zhengyi was suddenly startled, his heart sinking as if he had lost something. He quickly stepped forward, and the two of them were chatting and laughing as they walked forward when he suddenly stopped them in their tracks.

The hustle and bustle of the night market turned into distant drumbeats behind them. The light and shadow under the lantern flickered, making Mu Zhengyi's face look like burning charcoal.

Jiang Chen looked back with a smile on his face, but saw Mu Zhengyi gritting his teeth and his face flushed.

He swallowed his dry saliva and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Miss He, you can't go with him - you are my fiancée!"

As soon as he said this, it was like an ice cube dropped into Jiang Chen's wine cup, and his eyes widened instantly. The air was silent for a moment, and only the night wind blew the petals on the ground and drifted through the narrow gap between the three of them.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth, about to say something witty, but He Xiaowei's voice, faint but clear as the sound of a falling bell, reached his ears: "At least, not yet!"

She turned around gently, her clothes swaying in the wind, and she smiled back with a hint of unintentional playfulness at the corner of her lips. Then she reached out, took Jiang Chen's arm, and pulled him forward without looking back.

Mu Zhengyi stood there in a daze, and suddenly he felt his legs go weak. He stumbled and was half sitting and half kneeling, and his knees hit the ground with a "crack".

He looked at the figure walking away in the light, which was like the sharpest mockery, and his heart seemed to be tightly tightened by something.

The river water gently lapped against the shore. The aroma of oil from the deep narrow alley, the sweetness of candied haws, and the burnt aroma of roasted glutinous rice all seemed to be accompanying Jiang Chen's joy.

He walked lightly, his heart filled with joy, "Hmph - today is a good day, everything I want will come true..." He unconsciously hummed the song he often listened to in his previous life. The tune was melodious and slightly indulgent, as if declaring the overwhelming victory in his heart.

He Xiaowei frowned slightly, but did not stop him. She smiled and said, "What are you singing? It's terrible!" Ever since the accident that night, she no longer felt distant from him and spoke more directly than before.

Jiang Chen smiled and waved his hands: "I'm not singing a song, I'm singing my mood!" He put his arms around her slender waist and led her through the night market. The colorful lights of the roadside stalls stretched their shadows into long and narrow ones.

He Xiaowei symbolically tried to break free from Jiang Chen's big hand, but she knew it was all in vain.

The high-hanging glazed lanterns cast amber halos.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen walked to a small stall. Various jade bracelets, gold hairpins, and glass bracelets were displayed on the counter.

The two stopped and Jiang Chen pointed at the silver jewelry and glass bracelets displayed on the stall: "By the way, Xiao Weier, I remember you like jewelry very much. Let's take a look and see if there is anything you like?" His voice was soft, like a spring breeze blowing across the water.

The stall owner came over quickly and held up a crystal clear glass chain with a smile: "Sir, this is Nanshan Snow Spring Jade Refined Glass. It will not sink in water and you can carry it with you. It is of high quality and is the most valuable treasure in our store." The little glass particles underneath were slowly spinning like stars under the light.

He Xiaowei didn't look at them much. As she picked, she sniffed the faint sweet scent of osmanthus in the night. Her eyes wandered, as if she had other thoughts. Seeing that she remained calm, Jiang Chen smiled and said to the stall owner, "Boss, put this away for now. Let's look at the others." He gently pulled the curtain of the stall, wanting to see more treasures.

In an instant, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up: "By the way, the peach blossom bracelet - you once said that you wanted a piece of jewelry made of peach blossoms, didn't you?" There was a hint of excitement in his tone, as well as his unique certainty.

The stall owner hesitated for a moment: "Yes... there are peach blossom bracelets, but not many people buy this type, because--" He pretended to be embarrassed and lowered his voice.

He Xiaowei looked up curiously: "Why is that mainly?" Her eyebrows and eyes were soft and charming under the light.

The stall owner scratched his head and finally admitted, "Peach blossoms represent good luck in love and a strong relationship with the opposite sex, but for many young girls, this can inevitably cause some trouble." He winked and said, "After all, having many peach blossoms can mean more than one possibility."

Jiang Chen smiled after hearing this. "That's perfect. You already have more than one person of the opposite sex. That's what I want." He leaned over and handed He Xiaowei a small, exquisite box. "Boss, take one!"

The stall owner readily took out the low-key pink peach blossom bracelet from the wooden box. The crystal petals seemed to be dripping with water under the candlelight.

The slightly cracked colored glass trembled gently on He Xiaowei's wrist, as if foreshadowing an unfinished past.

Jiang Chen didn't notice the details. He picked up the bracelet with a sharp gaze and said to He Xiaowei in her ear, "Would you like to try it on?" His voice was gentle and firm.

After saying that, Jiang Chen carefully put it on He Xiaowei, and his fingertips lightly touched the side of her neck, bringing a tingling sensation.

The night wind brought bursts of sweet osmanthus fragrance, mixed with the sweet smell of roasted candied haws, and intertwined with the faint body fragrance coming from the two people.

He looked at her and smiled: "From now on, when we get married, you will only wear this bracelet." His voice was playful, but his eyes were full of sincerity.

He Xiaowei lowered her head and stroked the bracelet, her fingertips trembling slightly. After a moment, she responded softly: "Okay! Then I will only wear this bracelet, and I won't wear the rest of the gold and silver jewelry!" There was a hint of teasing in her voice, but also an unconcealable tenderness.

Jiang Chen nodded, his smile deepening: "Haha, okay! It's a deal then!" Occasionally, passers-by would cast curious glances at them. The shouts, drums, and voices of people in the night market seemed to have become background music, providing a romantic prelude to their whispers.

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind her. She turned around and saw the Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou and the Annan General Zhong Xiaodan coming towards her. Jiang Sirou finished the last candied haws while walking.

Seeing the two of them laughing happily, Jiang Sirou's eyes flashed with a knowing smile: "It's getting late, Xiao Wei'er, let me take you home."

Jiang Chen and He Xiaowei exchanged a few reluctant words before saying goodbye. Just as He Xiaowei was about to link arms, Jiang Sirou's pretty face slightly grimaced, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed her right arm, pulling up the sleeve.

Under the moonlight, He Xiaowei's arms were as white as jade and as white as fat, but a dark red mark of gecko sand was clearly visible. The pattern was distinct, like the wrinkles of a cicada's wing or the first bloom of a petal, awe-inspiring to the eye.

Jiang Sirou's eyes flashed, and she said teasingly: "It shouldn't be like this. You stayed on the river for such a long time today, and you haven't..." Her voice was implicit, but it aroused the meaning just right.

He Xiaowei's face flushed red immediately. She hurriedly pulled back her sleeves and said coquettishly, "Sister Rou, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word you say." Although her voice was concealed, it trembled because of her low voice, like a frightened bird, feeling both ashamed and guilty.