The cold moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moon hung in the sky. The cold wind blew through the bare branches, making them whistle.

The darkness of the night was like an incomparably large curtain that was quietly pulled apart, covering the entire imperial palace.

The wind howled like a wild beast, causing the trees to rustle. Bean-sized drops of rain began to fall from the sky, gradually drowning out all the noise.

Meng Zixian, sleeping in a dream, was awakened by the noise. The window opened a crack, and at this moment, rain began to fall. The raindrops covering the window made the ground wet.

She walked forward and closed the window.

The rain, now like a ladle thrown out, now sifting down the sieve, then bigger and smaller, and so on for a long time.

Meng Zixian couldn't fall asleep because of the ruckus. She sat on the bed, scratching her head and pulling at the corners of her clothes. She was bored.

She let out a light sigh, as if she was at a place where the smoke had settled. Her eyes were filled with worry and resentment, resentful that she had been woken up by the sound of the thunderstorm. She was worried that she would not be able to sleep at this moment, and could only open her eyes to look at the rain and hear the thunder in the night.

He had no choice but to get out of bed and light the candle. He took a book and read as he pleased.

After an unknown period of time, this feeling of sleepiness gradually welled up, and his eyelids twitched as he looked at his sleepy face with the eyes of a chicken pecking rice.

Finally, with the hard-to-come-by sleepiness, she put down the book, climbed onto the bed, and slowly fell asleep.

The morning sunlight covered the entire palace with a thin layer of gauze. In the distance, the tiles were faintly discernible, and the crescent moon was still hanging in the sky. The palace maids had already woken up and began sprinkling water to clean ..

Although she had slept late last night, Meng Zi had woken up early. The wet wind gently swept her out of the room. The wind gently caressed everything and then stealthily left. The pale white light took up every corner, painting the entire palace with a dreamy white color.

"Little Lord." Ling'er rose to meet Meng Zixian, saluted her, and then entered the room. She pulled out a cape to cover Meng Zixian up.

"Young Lord, Feng Liang, pay attention." Ling'er was concerned.

Meng Zixian looked at the four corners of the sky. The blue sky was boundless, but it was completely surrounded by the four corners of the wall. The people who lived in the palace were like frogs in a well; they could only see a tiny corner of it.

The talent competition was about to begin. There were countless girls that were sent to the palace. From now on, they would be accompanied by these four horned heavens and live a lonely life.

Meng Zijue lifted the edge of his cloak, exhaled a breath of hot air, and entered the house.

Today, for some reason, she suddenly felt sad. She should have been an eagle soaring in the sky, but she was locked up by this golden cage. In the past, she still had a chance to escape.

This talent show was supposed to be a selection of family backgrounds. Only the famous would be able to enter, and only then would one have a good appearance. But Gu Jingyuan was a lustful person, so he only had to look at beauties because his family would be fine. Moreover, after this round of beauties, he would also have to go through the performance selection.

This beauty had been chosen, chosen from all over the country, sent to the palace one by one, and stayed in the Palace to learn the rules. Three months had passed.

The concubine concubines of the harem also had to go to the second round of selection. Although the newbies laughed and didn't cry, they did want to see what kind of pretty girls would be formidable opponents.

This arrangement was made in the backyard of the imperial garden, a large courtyard, and was specially built to allow the beautiful ladies to display themselves. The emperor, on the other hand, could sit in the best seat in the center and enjoy the view.

Gu Jing City was a prince. Every day, he would enter and leave the imperial harem. He would even be able to warn some restless people. At all times, he would have to be careful not to make any mistakes.

This talent show happened exactly two years ago, and the night before the talent show was the first snowfall of the new year.

Snowflakes were drifting about densely, trying to weave a white net, but nothing could be seen from a distance. Only the gray ground was covered by thousands of white dots.

The snowflakes were exquisite, white like jade, graceful and elegant. They were clean and elegant, as if dancing in the air and landing gracefully on the ground.

Meng Zixian wore a blue dress that reached to the floor, her slender waist was bound by a silver belt, and she wore a coral hairpin. Her makeup was light, making her look like a hibiscus. Her pure white skin was like an egg that had just peeled off its shell. Her big eyes were twinkling as if she knew how to speak.

He wore a thick mink skin cloak, and soft fur covered his entire body, making him look even more petite.

Originally, he couldn't get this cloak, but Meng Zixian was too cold to bear it and told Ling'er to pay for it.

The snow had accumulated all over the ground, covering a foot high. If one were to step on it, their feet would be covered in water, causing them to feel pain from the cold.

Those with high status and were pampered would be escorted to the imperial garden by people carrying palanquins. Meng Zixian didn't take up any of the place and could only slowly walk towards the palanquin step by step.

Halfway there, they bumped into Gu Jing Cheng. Meng Zixian looked up and met his eyes, then moved away.

"Greetings, King Jing." Meng Zixian slightly bent his knee and saluted.

Gu Jing Cheng's armrest glanced at her as if they didn't know each other. It was just a matter of etiquette, so they had to bow.

The corners of Meng Zixian's mouth curled up slightly. She could tell that Gu Jing Cheng's eyes were filled with a mocking smile. He had also inadvertently looked at his drenched shoes.

"Elder sister!"

A clear and melodious sound came from behind her. Meng Zixian knew who it was the moment she heard it. She turned around with a smile on her face.

He saw Duke Huai sitting on the carriage, being carried by four eunuchs, looking down at her.

"It's been a long time since I've seen my elder sister. I've visited her many times, but she's still not here." The deep meaning in noble Huai's eyes, was a smile that had an unknown meaning.

Meng Zixian's intuition told her that she was in danger. After leaving the palace for a while, she frightened Honorable Master Huai and didn't pay any more attention to him. It wasn't long since the aura worn by Honorable Master Huai completely changed.

"Little sister, I'll be leaving first." The nobleman waved his handkerchief.

The servant at his side immediately responded, "Sure —!"

The eunuchs received the order and carried the palanquin forward.

Meng Zixian looked at the back of someone as noble as Huai, but she did not expect him to turn around. His eyes were as calm as water, and he gave her a deep look before turning his head away.

Meng Zixian was supported by Ling'er as she walked away. She lowered her voice and asked, "What happened to Venerable Lord Huai? has suddenly changed so much? "

Ling'er said, "After Venerable Huai recovered from his illness, his health fell greatly as well. After recuperating for a long time, this doting has also disappeared."

"Liu Wanyi and Venerable Lord Huai had a squabble. Liu Wanyi borrowed the favor of the emperor and ordered her to be reprimanded. She was imprisoned within her palace and only a few days ago did she once again receive the grace of a saint by performing a Qingcheng dance."

Meng Zixian didn't say anything.