The rain was falling gently, and raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, dripping all over the ground.
The cold rain curtain reveals the boundless night.
The building was deserted, the music from the Chaoyin Pavilion was no longer there, only the shadows of bamboo shoots moving, but there was no sound. Rain and mist were floating in the sky, like a white veil covering the capital.
Outside Chaoyin Pavilion, a group of palace maids knelt on the ground, lowered their heads and remained silent.
The bluestone road was stiff and cold, and the raindrops hit my back, causing unbearable pain.
Qiuyan and Baizhi knelt beside the sedan chair, their hair wet from the wind, their frail figures swaying in the night rain.
Qiuyan quietly raised her eyes. The sedan was silent, and no one spoke. She secretly hooked Baizhi's fingers under her robe and cast a questioning look at her.
Qiuyan really didn't understand why Shen Yan suddenly stopped on the curved bridge while walking. The night rain was bleak, Qiuyan couldn't hear the whispers of the two people in front of her, she only vaguely saw Shen Yan hugging Song Lingzhi around the waist.
He lowered his head and listened attentively, as if he was whispering to Song Lingzhi.
Then, everything was silent, and it seemed that only the sound of dripping rain remained between heaven and earth.
Shen Yan stood in the rain, tall and slender, as cool and pure as a green pine or cypress.
Qiuyan only heard Shen Yan's low and hoarse laugh, and after that, they were never called to stand up again, and they knelt in the rain for most of the night.
The rain was still falling, and the sedan chair had not moved. Shen Yan had to get up quickly, so they had to kneel down and their knees ached. Qiuyan gently pulled Baizhi's finger, but she shook her head at him.
She didn't know the inside story either.
As the night deepens and the dew gets heavier, the majestic palaces stand quietly in the rain, and the heavy and ancient sounds of the bell tower can be heard from afar in the air.
It's three o'clock in the morning.
Her legs gradually became weak, and Qiuyan pinched the back of her hand hard to prevent herself from losing composure. She raised her eyes quietly, and her gaze fell on the dark green curtain. Qiuyan secretly clenched her fingers, just hoping that Song Lingzhi would be okay.
Separated by a curtain.
A glass hydrangea lantern was hung in the sedan chair, the candlelight flickered, quietly swallowing up a corner of the night.
Song Lingzhi couldn't drink much to begin with, and the mandarin duck fruit had been soaked in the wine for who knows how long, so it still had a strong aftertaste.
He held his forehead and lifted his heavy eyelids. His vision was blurred and he saw a hydrangea lamp emitting dim light. Looking down, Song Lingzhi was almost startled.
Shen Yan sat beside him, his body straight, his face like a crown of clouds, as bright as the moon. His eyes were slightly closed, and he was as still as a mountain.
Song Lingzhi began to feel doubtful and looked around, only to find that he was still in the sedan chair.
She thought she had just fallen asleep for a while.
"Your Highness..."
His voice was hoarse and dry, and he could hardly make any sound.
Shen Yan opened his eyes, his dark pupils were bright and calm, without any sign of sleepiness: "...Thirsty?"
She lifted her wide sleeves slightly, and poured the hot tea from the tea stove into the red glazed teacup. Shen Yan raised his arm and held it to Song Lingzhi's lips.
Song Lingzhi looked up in panic: "I, I can do it myself..."
Before he could finish his words, the teacup touched his lips.
Shen Yan lowered his eyes and glared coldly, his words were self-evident.
Song Lingzhi didn't dare to say anything more, and took Shen Yan's hand and drank the rest of the cup.
After taking a sip of the refreshing hot tea, my throat finally felt a little better, but the uneasy feeling in my heart grew stronger.
The sound of raindrops falls in my ears continuously.
Song Lingzhi was worried: "Hasn't the bedroom arrived yet?"