Zhao Moyan returned to the palace disappointed and dejected. Xiao Tian had prepared some snacks and was waiting outside the door. When she saw Zhao Moyan return, she smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Your Highness, Xiao Tian made some snacks by hand. Please have a taste."

"No need!" Zhao Moyan glanced at her and said.

"Is Your Highness in a bad mood? How about I sing you a song?"

Zhao Moyan didn't speak. Xiao Tian knew he agreed, so she cleared her throat and began to sing "Prelude to Water Melody." Zhao Moyan looked at Xiao Tian in front of him, but his mind wasn't there. The longer it went on, the less Xiao Tian seemed like him. But why did Xiao Dong seem more and more like her the longer it went on? After she finished singing, Xiao Tian saw that Zhao Moyan didn't react, so she tentatively approached and said, "Your Highness? Your Highness? Let Xiao Tian help Your Highness rest?" As she spoke, she reached out to help Zhao Moyan take off his clothes.

Zhao Moyan suddenly looked at her coldly and said, "Get out! You are not allowed to come in without my permission!"

Xiao Tian, ​​terrified, quickly cried and excused herself. Zhao Moyan, annoyed, stood up and left the room. The summer night breeze eased his irritation considerably. He found himself in front of Tian Yu's room; the light was still on. Hearing sounds from inside, Zhao Moyan impulsively pushed the door open. Tian Yu was humming a tune, drawing her portrait of a handsome man. Startled by Zhao Moyan's sudden intrusion, she looked up and saw him. She frantically tried to hide the drawing, stammering, but before she could speak, Zhao Moyan had already rushed to her, grabbing her by the neck and demanding, "Tell me! Who sent you?"

Tian Yu patted his hand, coughing as she said, "Let go! Let go of me! Nobody sent me!"

"Okay! So who taught you this song! Chen Chong!?" Zhao Moyan increased the pressure in his hand.

Despite her difficulty breathing, Tian Yu still managed to explain, "No...no! I don't know him at all!"

Seeing that Tian Yu was about to run out of breath, Zhao Moyan finally let go of her. Tian Yu coughed a few times, rubbing her neck, and said angrily, "Are you crazy? What's wrong with me singing a song! If you don't like it, you don't have to listen!"

"Who taught you that?! Tell me now!"

"No one taught me; I already knew how."

"Impossible! I'll give you one more chance to tell the truth!" Zhao Moyan warned.

“I’m just telling the truth. The song is called ‘Goodbye Kiss,’ and there’s a Chinese version and an English version.”

"Sing!"

"What!?"

"I'll let you sing!"

"You said you'd sing, but now I don't want to sing!"

Zhao Moyan turned to look at Tian Yu, who immediately changed her mind and said, "I'll sing then, who's afraid of who!" Then she started singing the English version of "Goodbye Kiss".

Before she finished singing, she saw Zhao Moyan sit down in front of her and reach for the painting she had just drawn. Tian Yu quickly reached out to stop him from seeing it, but Zhao Moyan pulled her close to him. Tian Yu desperately protected the painting in her hands. Zhao Moyan encircled her, and the two suddenly became close. Tian Yu asked him a question, wondering why his embrace felt so familiar. Even though he looked indifferent, she felt that his embrace was very warm. Lost in thought, she was caught off guard when Zhao Moyan snatched the painting from her hands. Tian Yu was angry and tried to grab it back.

Zhao Moyan said coldly, "I don't understand! Sing it again!"

Seeing his sharp gaze, Tian Yu withdrew her hand, not daring to disobey. Feeling wronged, she started singing the Chinese version again. Only then did Zhao Moyan realize the meaning of the song Tian Yu sang in Old Zhao Village. Slowly opening the painting in his hand and seeing the content on it, Zhao Moyan squinted at Tian Yu. Tian Yu immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly stopped, explaining, "You are all so good-looking, it would be a waste not to draw you! I just sketched it casually."

"Is this also what was given to General Pei?"

“Yes! It’s slightly different,” Tian Yu explained.

"No more drawing!" Zhao Moyan said sternly, then looked at the painting in his hand. The four of them stood together, each with their own unique features. Suddenly, Zhao Moyan realized that he was the only one whose face was obscured by his side profile, with only his white hair standing out. He looked up at Tian Yu and said, "Why am I the only one whose face is obscured?" Zhao Moyan looked at the two paintings in his hand, both of which were like this, and was very dissatisfied.

"Um...that prince is so handsome, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to draw him well, so I could only draw his profile," Tian Yu thought for a moment and said.

"real!?"

"Really! Absolutely!" Tian Yu nodded vigorously, thinking to herself that she absolutely couldn't let him know that she had also drawn a portrait of him. If he saw it, he would probably kill her!

"Then why did you hide your real name?"

"Me!? I didn't! My name is Xiao Dong!" Tian Yu explained in a panic.

"Really? Tian Yu!" Zhao Moyan suddenly approached and called her name. Tian Yu's eyes widened as she looked at Zhao Moyan, who was so close to her. A strange sense of familiarity welled up in her heart, as if she had heard the name Tian Yu somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where. Tian Yu was very confused. She shook her head and thought it was impossible. She must be overthinking it. Or maybe it was because Tangyuan called her "mother" every day that she had the illusion that they were familiar.

Zhao Moyan was only questioning her, but when he saw the surprise, confusion and doubt in Tian Yu's eyes, he was also unsure. Was she really not herself? Then why did his heart beat faster uncontrollably when he was near her?