I'm dressed in ancient times, I have a house, electricity, and a system pet.

As Xuan Moyuan took the phone from Wu Fu, he felt a slight burning sensation in his palm. He immediately took a deep breath, as if drawing courage from it.

Before even clicking on the prominent new message notification on the screen, he felt an inexplicable tension creeping into his heart, as if by telepathy.

When he finally looked closely and saw the message that came from Miss Bai—

"I'm waiting for you on Promenade Street, will you come?"

Caught completely off guard, Xuan Moyuan's eyes widened instantly.

Then, with a "pfft," he suddenly spat out all the tea he had just drunk.

The tea flew through the air in a messy arc, splashing onto the white slippers that Wu Fu was holding nearby...

Xuan Moyuan stood there, stunned and frozen, his heart pounding wildly as if struck by lightning, as if it were about to burst out of his chest!

Oh my god, my fantasy has suddenly come true without any warning. What should I do?

He...he clearly hadn't even mustered up the courage yet, hadn't mentally prepared himself, and wasn't ready to face Miss Bai at all!

He never expected this moment to come so swiftly and unexpectedly, catching him completely off guard...

Wu Fu, standing to the side, looked completely bewildered, his eyes wide and filled with disbelief.

Before they could even recover from the astonishing sight of their usually composed emperor suddenly "spraying water," they were still reeling from the shock...

Unexpectedly, the usually composed emperor suddenly leaped up from his seat as if possessed by a zombie, his expression changing drastically. His once calm face was now filled with panic and urgency.

"Oh, Your Majesty, what is this...?"

Wu Fu was so surprised that he blurted it out, his voice trembling slightly.

Before Wu Fu could finish his question, the aloof Emperor suddenly seemed like a different person, launching into a rapid-fire barrage of questions, so fast it was like a thousand arrows raining down, leaving everyone breathless:

"Wu Fu, take a look at my appearance now... Is it not as splendid as it was this morning? Do I look a little older... Is there anything amiss..."

However, in reality, he didn't really want to hear Wu Fu's reply at all. Xuan Moyuan asked the question urgently while hurrying into the bathroom and starting to carefully groom himself in front of the mirror.

She straightened her collar, smoothed out the wrinkles on her sleeves, and didn't overlook any detail...

His earnest expression suggested he was about to attend a grand event even more important than his coronation, an event that might be crucial to the course of his life.

Wu Fu, who was left with a face full of displeasure, was still confused as to why the Emperor had made such an unusual move.

He stood there, looking bewildered, scratching his head, his mind full of questions, muttering to himself:

"What's wrong with Your Majesty? Is he possessed by an evil spirit?"

Before long, the Emperor seemed to have been injected with chicken blood again, and walked out of the bathroom with great energy. He picked up his phone and walked out without looking back.

Wu Fu stood there, rubbing his eyes. He wondered if he was hallucinating or just seeing things. He thought he had just seen a look of "ready to die" on the emperor's face that he had never seen before.

Before he could think any further, seeing that the Emperor seemed to be heading out, Wu Fu hurriedly took two steps at a time, intending to follow him.

The emperor stopped him with a sudden turn of his head.

Xuan Moyuan's gaze was firm, and his tone left no room for doubt:

"I have urgent personal matters to attend to right now. You should stay quietly in the hotel and do not follow me! And if you do not receive any news from me, do not come to disturb me!"

At this moment, in Xuan Moyuan's eyes, the five blessings in front of him were just like the bright light bulb in the hotel room, so bright and conspicuous that they were really an eyesore.

He solemnly warned him, fearing that the presence of Wu Fu would ruin his plans.

Since he was going to meet Miss Bai, he absolutely did not want anyone else to disturb him.

Fearing to keep Miss Bai waiting, Xuan Moyuan hurriedly left the hotel after giving her instructions. He then resolutely channeled his inner energy and rushed towards the location Miss Bai had sent him...

Who would have thought that the light-footed skill he used to be so adept at would become so distracting when he tried to use it today?

As he pondered this, the thought of soon meeting the girl he admired made Xuan Moyuan's heart feel as if it were being gently stirred by an invisible hand, causing him to become distracted from time to time.

As I got closer and closer to the location shown on my phone, the tension inside me burned like a flame, making my body feel increasingly hot, and fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

As he passed through the bustling, noisy food street and arrived at a quiet, deserted path, the path was completely different. The trees on both sides were lush, and the branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound...

Xuan Moyuan was shocked to realize that Miss Bai had actually chosen this secluded place where no one was around to meet him, just as he had previously fantasized!

He looked around at the tranquil scene, secretly pleased with this unique arrangement, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted away:

Doesn't Miss Bai worry that a secret rendezvous between a lone man and woman might damage her reputation if word gets out?

After all, in the eyes of the world, such behavior is very likely to attract gossip.

This audacious act clearly exceeded Xuan Moyuan's original expectations, making his heart pound wildly and uncontrollably.

But then, remembering the widely circulated rumors of Miss Bai's special identity, he suddenly realized:

Presumably, a fairy sister as ethereal as Miss Bai would not be bound by the opinions of the outside world.

With her unique and distinctive way of doing things, and her own free and easy attitude, how could she care about those worldly views and opinions?

Suddenly, a familiar, beautiful figure with a graceful back appeared in his sight not far away.

Her long hair reaching her waist, her silhouette, resembled a white lotus blooming in a secluded path, so beautiful that it made him catch his breath, as if time itself had stood still.

My thoughts, already racing wildly due to nervousness, suddenly went blank...

Xuan Moyuan, who hadn't been able to gather his true energy, almost stumbled and fell over despite his unparalleled lightness skill.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, regained his senses in time, and after quickly adjusting his breathing, he landed quietly not far away, afraid of disturbing the figure he longed for.

At this moment, Xuan Moyuan's former majestic demeanor as a king in front of his officials and subjects, characterized by decisiveness and composure, had completely vanished.

The moment her gaze fell upon that figure, the solid defenses she had built in her heart crumbled like a burst dam, and she was completely defenseless and surrendered to them.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful figure so close to him, head down looking at her phone, Xuan Moyuan, who had rushed over to keep their appointment in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea after receiving the message, spent a considerable amount of time mentally preparing himself before the meeting...

Once he felt his breathing had stabilized and he had buried all his nervousness deep inside, he slowly took a deep breath, mustered all his courage, and with feigned composure, slowly approached...