Mo Qian Yuan was very surprised. Under the moonlight, a beautiful young maiden dressed in a lovely yellow silk brocade holding a little black cat in her arms stood there. Surrounded by flowers and with the moonlight gently shining on her body, her delicate features against the surreal background, she looked like a fairy that had descended into the mortal realm.
“Jun Wu Xie?” Mo Qian Yuan’s lips curved upwards as he looked at her in a drunken stupor.
“I was still wondering who had the audacity to curse me, the Crown Prince to die early?”
Jun Wu Xie walked towards the pavilion, as the stench of alcohol assaulted her. She stopped just before entering the pavilion.