Although Hongli replied in this way, Xueying could see the loneliness in his heart from his eyes.

At this moment, Hongli's expression appeared somewhat somber despite the so-called auspicious time and beautiful scenery.

Seeing Hongli's expression, Xueying realized that her father and mother had allowed Yonglian to stay in the palace not only because they liked him.

Many days have passed, but the Emperor and the others have not allowed Yonglian to return.

Thinking of this, Xueying didn't ask any more questions.

After gathering her thoughts, Xueying slightly raised the corners of her mouth, poured Hongli a full cup of wine, and said, "Such a beautiful time is indeed precious, and it is even more rare to have Your Highness by my side." She then raised her wine cup, "Your Highness, I should also toast you."

"Alright." With that, Hongli raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the bamboo leaves outside rustled, and insects and birds chirped outside the window, playing a melodious tune.

"Xueying, the moonlight is just right now, and the breeze outside is quite refreshing. Would you like to accompany me for a walk outside to aid digestion?"

Ever since hearing Consort Xi's words at Changchun Palace that day, Hongli felt an even heavier burden on his shoulders. Now, he carried not only the wealth and glory of the Prince Bao's mansion, but also the future prosperity of the Qing Dynasty.

These days, he has been busy with political affairs and has not been able to quietly look at the moonlight and listen to the simple sounds of insects and birds outside the window for a long time.

"Alright, I'll have someone prepare right away." Upon hearing Hongli's words, Xueying made a move to get up and go call someone to prepare.

“No need for such a grand procession, no need for anyone to lead the way, just the two of us will suffice. We just want to digest our food and listen to the sounds of insects and birds in the night.” Hongli raised his hand to hold Xueying’s hand as she was about to get up.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongli pulled Xueying towards the garden. Seeing Hongli holding her hand, Xueying's smile deepened.

The two strolled around the garden of Prince Bao's mansion, gazing at the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky. Hongli was suddenly seized by a sudden burst of excitement.

"Xueying, we've painted and drunk wine today, how can we forget to compose a poem?" Hongli stood in the courtyard, pointing to the crescent moon. "Why don't we compose a poem about the moon now?"

"Your Highness's opinion is excellent."

Hongli looked at the bright moon in the distant sky, then at Xueying beside him, and then raised the corners of his mouth. "The moon sets in the courtyard and shines on her, she admires the moon in the courtyard." As he recited, Hongli raised his hand and gently tapped Xueying's forehead.

As soon as Hongli finished speaking, Xueying was overjoyed. She gently patted Hongli with her handkerchief and said coquettishly, "Your Highness, you always tease me."

"Hahaha," Hongli grabbed Xueying's hand and asked, "Xueying, what do you think of the poem I wrote?"

“Of course it’s the best,” Xueying said softly. “Your Highness, please allow me to think about it.”

“Okay,” Hongli said.

A moment later, Xueying's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "I've got it! I've thought of something!"

"The sound of wind, insects, and the rising moon; the fragrance of bamboo, flowers, and rouge." After finishing, Xueying looked at Hongli expectantly and asked, "What does Your Highness think?"

"Xueying is not only a skilled painter, but also a captivating poet, and she even knows how to subtly praise herself."

Xueying blushed slightly upon hearing this and said coquettishly, "It's all thanks to Your Highness's excellent teaching."