When the midday sun was at its brightest, the entire palace was quiet. Yu Qianqian changed into an elegant young lady's outfit and, led by two palace maids, smoothly made her way out of the palace gate.

She boarded the carriage and drove around the long street. A cacophony of voices and the neighing of horses filled the air. She lifted the curtain and saw everything that seemed familiar, and she was momentarily lost in thought.

It was on this very street that she met Mu Wange and Hua Mancheng. The scene of their heated argument upon meeting was still vivid in her mind. Two people who seemed like a match made in heaven had both passed away. Especially considering the immense disaster that had befallen them after her identity was exposed, they were utterly innocent, yet they still couldn't escape their nightmarish fate.

Just as she was staring ahead in a daze, a familiar white figure flashed past her eyes. In that instant, she immediately snapped out of it and anxiously chased after the figure, ordering her men to speed up the horses and carriages. Before long, they caught up with it.

The carriage screeched to a halt on the street. Yu Qianqian jumped off and stared at the white-clad, black-haired man standing several figures away. She was stunned and speechless for a long while before she calmed down.

"Hua Mancheng! It really is you!" Without thinking, she rushed over and threw herself into the man's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "You've been gone for so long, and you're finally back. I missed you so much..."

The man in white looked down in astonishment and saw the woman crying in his arms, seemingly out of control. He quickly took a step back, his stiff voice blurting out before Yu Qianqian could finish speaking.

"Miss...you've mistaken me for someone else. I've never seen you before."

"You're not Hua Mancheng? Then who are you?" Yu Qianqian sensed the other person's extremely unfamiliar attitude and immediately stopped crying. She then raised her face slightly and carefully examined the familiar face and voice in front of her. She felt that this person was exactly like Hua Mancheng. She couldn't understand why he would deny it so vehemently.

Yu Qianqian stood there, stunned. When she looked up, she saw the tall, elegant man in white standing close by. Looking at him up close, she saw that his fair skin was translucent like water under the blazing sun, his eyes were bright like stars, and his dark hair was like a curtain of silk that gently brushed against his cheeks. His snow-white robes also fluttered in the wind, making him look like an ethereal fairy.

Gazing at him almost obliviously, Yu Qianqian's mind became hazy. Just then, an unusually crisp sound rang in her ears.

"My name is Mo Jingnian. My ancestors have been skilled in medicine for generations, and we have always believed in saving lives and doing good deeds. If you need anything, please feel free to ask, and I will do my best to help." He slowly raised his head and looked at Yu Qianqian. His eyes shone with a faint light, and his handsome face was clearly smiling, but his expression was extremely unfamiliar and inexplicably made people feel cold to the bone.

Upon hearing these words, Yu Qianqian, at a loss for words, widened her pupils in astonishment, and fear and disappointment surged into her heart like a raging torrent.

"Mo Jingnian? So your name is Mo Jingnian..." she exclaimed in surprise, "May I ask, young master, were you born with this face?"

In the middle of the bustling street, groups of people could be seen weaving into the crowd. No one noticed their presence as they listened absentmindedly to the clamor around them, and they remained silent for a long, long time without realizing it.

Yu Qianqian tilted her head and turned her gaze, her bright eyes glancing lightly at the carriage behind her. Several palace maids and guards stepped forward and stood in a row, bowing to Mo Jingnian in unison.