The ninth day of the eighth lunar month was the day the emperor dispatched Jun Wuji and Jun Wuke to visit Jiangnan.

Early in the morning, Jun Wuji had his maid send someone to wake Di Beiyao. After a simple breakfast,

With extreme reluctance, Di Beiyao was half-dragged, half-coaxed into the carriage by Jun Wuji.

At this moment, Di Beiyao, sitting in the carriage, was drowsy, his handsome phoenix eyes half-closed, his head tilted slightly as he nodded.

Her long, black hair, tied loosely with a red ribbon in her haste to get up, looked as if it might fall down at any moment with her movements.

It was still early morning, and the summer sun was relatively gentle. A few playful rays of sunlight shone through the curtains of the carriage.

The white robe and glass skirt that Di Beiyao wore today made him look exactly like a lazy, sleepy cat.

This scene, reflected in Jun Wuji's eyes, caused even his heart, hardened by ten thousand years of black iron, to melt as if melted by the summer sun shining through the window.

It felt as if soft feathers were gently caressing the area, creating ripples.

Even his usually narrow and cold phoenix eyes now held a hint of barely perceptible tenderness.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the red hair ribbon fluttered down.

In an instant, her long, black hair cascaded down, and her exquisitely beautiful features gained an inexplicable allure, making her appear both enchanting and ethereal.

Meanwhile, our Empress was completely unaware. She was so sleepy that, in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, she felt as if she had returned to her own dynasty, and that she was still the arrogant and supreme Empress.

With her eyes half-closed, she looked at Jun Wuji sitting opposite her. Her head was dizzy and she was a little dazed. She stared at Jun Wuji's handsome face. When did her harem have such a handsome male concubine?

Hmm, such beauty is rare indeed. Let her guess which minister sent her this time. These old fogies, all they do is stuff men into her harem all day long.

But none of the men she was offered were to her liking; the one in front of her, however, was barely acceptable.

No longer thinking about which minister had sent it, drowsiness was too overwhelming, and instinctively raised my hand to beckon with my finger.

"My beauty, come here, I'm so sleepy, let me lean against you and sleep for a while."

Jun Wuji was slightly taken aback, but then obediently leaned over and pulled Di Beiyao into his broad arms, stroking the little boy's head reassuringly.

The usually cold voice was now incredibly gentle: "Sleep."

Di Beiyao, who was being picked up, wanted to scold him for his insolence, saying, "How dare you touch me so casually!"

However, this embrace was too comfortable, and it even carried a faint scent of ambergris.

With the gentle voice beside her ear, she was like a cat whose fur had been stroked, too lazy to argue, and fell into a deep sleep.

The coachman was Qingfeng, a highly skilled bodyguard under Jun Wuji. Jun Wuji had brought him along this time, and to avoid attracting attention, Qingfeng disguised himself as a coachman.

It can both avoid attracting attention and protect the prince and princess.

The conversation coming from inside the carriage caused Qingfeng's expression to change rapidly, his face a picture of utter astonishment. This... he must have misheard, right?

The carriage moved smoothly and soon passed through the city gate. There, in a bamboo grove not far from the gate, we waited quietly.

A short while later, Jun Wuke's carriage appeared in the bamboo forest.

Jun Wuke lifted the curtain and spoke loudly to the carriage where Jun Wuji and Di Beiyao were.

"Your Majesty, I am truly sorry for being late. I hope Your Majesty will not take offense. As you know, my health has never been very good."