The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Over the next few days, Zhao Yuzhen and Mo Luyi explored nearly every corner of Xueyue City. Whether it was the bustling streets or the quiet and secluded mountain trails, they left their footprints of companionship.

On this night, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky and its clear light shining down, the two of them climbed together to the highest point in Xueyue City - the roof of Dengtian Pavilion.

A gentle breeze blew in, like soft hands caressing everything in the world. Mo Luyi's silky hair and light skirt danced with the wind, as if she were not a mortal, but a fairy from the heavens, ready to transform into feathers and float away at any moment.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuzhen subconsciously reached out and grasped Mo Lvyi's delicate hand tightly. Mo Lvyi suddenly felt a warm hand envelop hers, and a hint of doubt filled her heart. She turned her head, her eyes as clear as water, gazing at Zhao Yuzhen. Zhao Yuzhen smiled slightly, gently reaching out his other hand and gently brushing a strand of Mo Lvyi's hair behind her ear.

Mo Luyi was startled for a moment, then a gentle and sweet smile blossomed on her face. She gently withdrew her hand from Zhao Yuzhen's grasp, then raised her slender hand and carefully smoothed her somewhat messy hair. At this moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhao Yuzhen stared at the empty hand she'd held just moments before, and for some reason, felt a wave of emptiness and discomfort in her heart. Meanwhile, Mo Luyi stood there quietly, eyes closed, completely absorbing the cool night breeze. The wind seemed to carry a mysterious power, drawing her inwardly, oblivious to her surroundings...

Zhao Yuzhen's gaze, seized with greed at the sight before her, was fixed on Mo Lvyi's stunningly beautiful face. Mo Lvyi had barely opened her eyes when she was caught off guard by Zhao Yuzhen's blazing gaze, a gaze so intense it seemed to melt anyone. A faint blush crept across her face, but she managed to maintain composure, asking calmly, "Does it look good?" However, only she knew that her tightly clenched hands beneath her sleeves were trembling slightly, betraying the unrest within her.

Zhao Yuzhen, however, looked serious and nodded without hesitation, "Beautiful." These two simple words carried a sincerity and frankness that could not be ignored.

Mo Luyi's heart fluttered like a frightened deer at such a blunt answer. She coughed softly, trying to mask her panic, and quickly changed the subject. "The night view of Snow Moon City has a unique charm. It's truly beautiful." She looked up at the brilliantly lit city in the distance.

However, Zhao Yuzhen seemed completely unaffected. He continued to stare at Mo Lvyi intently, and slowly uttered the words, "Not as pretty as you." These words resonated like a thunderbolt in Mo Lvyi's heart. She couldn't help but give Zhao Yuzhen a glare of disapproval, thinking to herself: Hasn't this man never left the mountain, never experienced love? How could he be so good at talking about love?

Zhao Yuzhen stared at Mo Luyi quietly, noticing a faint blush on her fair ears, as delicate and charming as a first blooming peach blossom in spring. His gaze was filled with deep earnestness and affection, as if he wanted to imprint every smile and frown of the person before him deeply in his heart.

Zhao Yuzhen then carefully pulled out an exquisite peachwood hairpin from his bosom and gently handed it to Mo Luyi. He had personally carved the hairpin, meticulously depicting blooming peach blossoms so lifelike that you could almost smell their fragrance.

He spoke gently, "Luyi, I have long admired you. This is a peach blossom hairpin I carved from peach wood. I once heard the saying, 'The peach blossoms are young and tender, their flowers radiant and dazzling. The young man marries, a perfect match for his family.' In my heart, you are as beautiful as the delicate peach blossoms. I wish to use this hairpin as a token of our love, promising to be with you for the rest of my life."

Mo Luyi's eyes widened at this heartfelt confession, her heart pounding like a deer, her heartbeat audible, as if the world was left with only the two of them. She slowly turned her head and gazed at Zhao Yuzhen's handsome face, her eyes filled with surprise and shyness. She had never imagined that Zhao Yuzhen would reveal his feelings to her so openly, and it caught her off guard.

For a moment, Mo Luyi opened her mouth, but found her throat was blocked by something, not knowing how to respond to this sudden emotion. The two of them stared at each other in silence, as if time had stopped at this moment.

After a moment's silence, Mo Luyi finally sighed softly and said softly: "Yuzhen, you know that I am your uncle. The difference in status between us... I am afraid it will be unacceptable to the world." However, despite saying this, her eyes never left the peach wood hairpin in Zhao Yuzhen's hand, and a ripple arose in her heart.

Zhao Yuzhen nodded without hesitation after hearing this, and handed the peach wood hairpin forward again, saying firmly, "Of course I know, but my heart won't deceive me. To me, so-called age and seniority are nothing more than shackles imposed by the secular world. But I think I should listen to the voice of my heart and pursue the happiness that belongs to us."

Mo Luyi looked at Zhao Yuzhen's resolute expression, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a relieved smile. She whispered in a sly voice, "You're really quite open-minded! You don't look like a disciple taught by those staid old scholars at all." Then, she reached out and took the peach wood hairpin that symbolized love, carefully holding it in her hand.

Zhao Yuzhen smiled, looking at the beauty before him tenderly, and said softly, "My master has always been very doting on me. As long as it doesn't involve going down the mountain, he won't impose too much restrictions on me. So, Luyi, does accepting this hairpin from me mean that you have accepted me?"

Mo Luyi nodded slightly, her cheeks flushed, as charming as peach blossoms in full bloom in spring. She opened her red lips and said, "If that's the case, then what do I have to fear?"

Zhao Yuzhen was overjoyed upon hearing this. Unable to resist, he reached out and carefully grasped Mo Lvyi's delicate, boneless hand. Mo Lvyi's face flushed slightly, her beautiful eyes flickering as she glanced at him coquettishly. Her gaze was neither angry nor furious, tinged with shyness and resentment. However, she didn't withdraw her hand.