The mirror-like azure sky, the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks, the vibrant flowers blooming freely, and the relaxed and carefree mood are experiences you can never have in modern times.

"Why is Chen'er so happy?" The emperor felt the simple joy of the child beside him and was also infected by it, his brows and eyes unconsciously relaxing.

"The flowers are beautiful, the wind is gentle, and I'm happy to have my father with me," Ye Jingchen said.

These were simple words, but for some reason, they gave the emperor an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This sense of satisfaction was something he had never experienced even on the day he ascended the throne.

He held Ye Jingchen's soft little hand and felt that his heart was just as soft as that hand.

The Imperial Garden is vast, with long paths and different scenery at every turn. Just when Ye Jingchen thinks a cluster of flowers is beautiful enough, he might find an even more beautiful one around the next corner!

He became more and more excited as he watched, and he didn't feel tired at all.

When they reached a patch of flowers as tall as a person, Ye Jingchen's eyes lit up. He broke free from the emperor's hand and went closer to look at the flowers.

He didn't know what kind of flower it was. It looked like a peony or a herbaceous peony at the same time. It had large, beautiful blooms, but the petals were more delicate than those of peonies and herbaceous peonies. The colors were either as white as snow or as red as blood. It was quite magical.

Ye Jingchen was excitedly studying it when suddenly, he saw a pair of dark eyes through the gaps in the petals.

"Ah—a ghost!" Ye Jingchen exclaimed, instinctively backing away and hiding behind the emperor.