When she turned around, she saw Shangguan Yixi waving at her not far away.

***

Shangguan Yixi wore a bright red pomegranate skirt today. She was a lively person to begin with, and this outfit made her brows look even more lively and passionate.

"Brother, I'm telling you, when Qingdai comes later, you can't show our gangster-like attitude.

She is a gentle girl who grew up in Jiangnan. She is not like everyone in my family who plays with guns and sticks."

Shangguan Yunshen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Ever since leaving their Duwei Mansion, his sister has been chattering him with instructions all the way.

Eight out of ten sentences are about the young girl she talks about.

He really didn't expect that his sister, who had such a carefree personality, would one day be able to make close friends in Chang'an City, which was full of ladies from noble families.

Look at her calling her "Qing Girl" left and right, as if she treats her as a close friend.

"Okay, okay, I get it! This isn't the first time your second brother has been out there, so how could he not know how to talk to a little girl?"

I just don't know who this young lady is, who can make his sister so open-hearted.

Judging from his appearance, he is even more charming than the Prince of Anping who can charm his sister to the point of bewilderment.

"I remember you said a while ago that you liked the Prince of Anping. How come you've become close friends with his fiancée now?"

Shangguan Yixi curled his lips, feeling somewhat disgusted when he thought of that person.

Suddenly, I thought of the person I had fallen in love with before and felt very unlucky:

"Your sister saw that man's true face clearly, so she decided to turn over a new leaf and become a new person!"

***

Shangguan Yixi's voice of calling for help did not subside at all.

These powerful shouts echoed throughout the garden for several rounds, making it easy for anyone in the garden to hear them.

"Xi'er?"

As her sister chattered in her ears, the midday sun shone obliquely on Qingdai.

The girl who was raised in the water town of Jiangnan was wearing a green gauze dress with unparalleled beauty. Her black eyes absorbed the essence of rain and fog as she looked over, and she stood alone.

Those eyes, filled with the blue waters of spring mountains, held a hint of smile, and reflected the faces of everyone present.