Before she had a chance to turn around, a gust of wind carrying a faint cold fragrance brushed past her nose. Shang Ruyi turned her head and saw a graceful figure approaching leisurely, the distant firelight faintly illuminating a slightly familiar and elegant smile on the face.
"What is the Young Madam singing?"
Shang Ruyi's eyes widened at once: "Young Master Yang?"
Standing before her was none other than the handsome and elusive Young Master Yang Suyi.
Shang Ruyi asked in surprise, "How come you're here too?"
"Just like you."
"You also accompanied the imperial entourage? But why haven't I seen you along the way?"
Yang Suyi's eyes flickered as he smiled and said, "This time, there are tens of thousands accompanying the imperial entourage. The Young Madam hasn't seen everyone, right?"
"..."
That's true.
