The palace has sent several urgings for Xu Zang to return.
The Emperor decreed that a grand coming-of-age ceremony be prepared for the Crown Prince.
Xu Zang didn't want to go back. He didn't like his father and that woman, and his brothers weren't on good terms either. It wasn't as good as being on the mountain.
Yi Mu painted quickly, capturing the essence of the plum blossoms with just a few strokes.
Now it was just him and Xu Zang on the mountain. Xu Zang was a noisy person. When he saw that Yi Mu had stopped writing, he rubbed against him like a giant dog.
"Mumu, I heard that there's a fireworks festival down the mountain today. Let's go down and play together."
He has a rather carefree personality. The last time he came down the mountain was during the Lantern Festival.
Just as Yuanbao was about to persuade Yimu, Yimu nodded first.
"If the snow on the mountain melts, we'll go to town."
Upon hearing this, Xu Zang cheered and jumped up like a child.
The sun was shining brightly, and by noon, the snow on the entire mountain had melted.
The steward of the mountain resort brought over a four-horse carriage, wide enough to comfortably seat four adult men.
Xu Zang appeared particularly excited, more so than on previous occasions.
Yuanbao made tea for Yimu, taking in the fool's expression and secretly despising him.
He's supposed to be the Crown Prince of the Imperial Palace, yet he acts so naive and unsophisticated, he's not even as good as a country bumpkin.
The town at the foot of the mountain is a trading port with many merchants coming and going. The townspeople live a prosperous life, so they often hold celebrations.
The fireworks festival is a group of people wearing brightly colored clothes they wouldn't normally wear, singing and dancing around a bonfire.
This festival originated from the nomadic grasslands, and the people of the Central Plains are enjoying it immensely.
Xu Zang was wearing a red military uniform with a headband made of five-colored rope tied around his forehead.
He was handsome, but his expression was childlike. His clothes made him look even younger, and it was hard to tell his exact age at first glance.
Yi Mu wore a white long robe for ten thousand years, with a silver fox fur coat over it.
His face was extremely handsome, with eyebrows like distant mountains and very light-colored lips, like a graceful gentleman in a painting.
During the fireworks festival, Yi Mu cannot hold hands with Xu Zang and sing and dance together.
Instructing Nie San to take good care of Xu Zang, Yi Mu had Yuan Bao push him around to inspect the shops in town.
The town's commercial street is mostly decorated with signs bearing the character "伊" (Yi).
The character “伊” rose to prominence five years ago.
Starting from a small pawnshop, it has grown into the large business it is today.
Few people know the name Yi Mu; the people of Yi's shop refer to the mysterious owner as the head manager.
The townspeople didn't know Yi Mu's true identity and assumed he was the head shopkeeper's confidant. Every time he came to the shop, they treated him with utmost respect.
The street was bustling with activity. Yi Mu inspected the shops and was instructing Yuan Bao to go back and find Xu Zang when a fire broke out on the street.
Yi Mu's first thought was whether Xu Zang was alright. He whistled in the shadows, and a guard appeared behind him, dressed in black, blending into the night.
"master."
"Is Xu Zang okay?"
"Your Highness is well and is on his way to meet you."
Yi Mu breathed a sigh of relief and waved.
The guards disappeared, and at the same time, Xu Zang, holding two candied hawthorns, hopped and skipped from the end of the street.
"Mumu, eat this, it's sweet." He smacked his lips and took a bite of his own, looking incredibly hungry.
She was dressed exactly as she had arrived, not even a single strand of her hair was out of place.
Yi Mu took the candied hawthorn from his hand, turned it around, and glanced at Nie San out of the corner of his eye.
He always wore dark clothes, like a shadow, and didn't stand out.
Yi Mu noticed that there was a dark red bloodstain on his white collar, only the size of a little fingernail.
Ordinary people would never notice it, but Yimu looked for it specifically and spotted it at a glance.
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