But why was the Prince's Mansion so unusually quiet today?
After asking Su Mingyu, she finally understood why Mu Yi had such an expression today.
It turned out that it was Gu Ruobai's birthday today.
Looking at the desolate Prince's Mansion, it was really a far cry from the bustling mansion of the King of Yu.
"Where is the Prince?"
"I... I don't know, either..."
"Where's the kitchen? I'd like to use it."
After getting a few eggs and some flour, Su Mingyu started tinkering in the kitchen.
When she came out of the kitchen, she was in such a mess that it was unbearable to look at.
But Su Mingyu didn't care. She carried a tray and found Gu Ruobai enjoying the moon in the tea garden.
In the moonlight, Gu Ruobai's well - defined features were outlined more three - dimensionally. His deep, unfathomable eyes were looking faintly ahead.
Just then, the night wind blew through his hair, like a hazy mist, making his white robe look ethereal.
Such a beautiful scene made Su Mingyu stare blankly for a moment.
"What are you standing there for?"
At this moment, there was a hint of coldness in Gu Ruobai's voice that was hard to detect.
Su Mingyu coughed lightly to relieve her embarrassment: "Enjoying the flowers."
Enjoying the flowers while carrying such a big tray?
But Gu Ruobai didn't expose her: "Come here and have a drink with me."
Su Mingyu casually put the tray aside and sat down opposite Gu Ruobai: "Why do you suddenly feel like drinking?" She took the wine from Gu Ruobai and drank it all in one gulp.
Gu Ruobai poured another glass for her: "I drink when I feel like it."
Su Mingyu nodded: "Makes sense!"
"But it's so boring to drink without some snacks."
With that, Su Mingyu opened the lid on the tray. There was a round thing inside with some very delicate flowers on it.
Gu Ruobai frowned: "What is this?"
Su Mingyu picked up the biggest flower on it with a short dagger and put it on a delicate plate, then handed it to Gu Ruobai: "I made this. In my hometown, it's called a cake. It's specially for people on their birthdays."
"Cake?" Gu Ruobai looked at the shrunk camellia. A corner of his heart that couldn't be touched seemed to be hit by something. It felt sour and soft.
Seeing that he didn't move, Su Mingyu picked up a bit of cream with the tip of the dagger and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "It's said that on one's birthday, the soul is most vulnerable to the invasion of evil spirits. But if someone makes a cake for you on your birthday, it can bring good luck and drive away evil spirits."
"So, don't worry and eat. At least I won't poison you today."
A never - before - experienced sweetness and smoothness burst in his mouth.
Gu Ruobai subconsciously licked his lips. The wonderful taste was like soft sunlight, making him feel as if he was floating on a cloud: "I've never eaten anything like this."
Su Mingyu hooked her lips: "Of course not, because I created it myself, including that story."
Pfft!
Gu Ruobai's clear laughter rang out in the quiet backyard, like a pleasant wind chime. It made the corners of Su Mingyu's mouth also rise involuntarily: "I've been busy with this for the whole afternoon. Try some more?"
Having already tasted the thing, Gu Ruobai didn't refuse anymore. He took the cake that Su Mingyu handed him and took a bite.
Under the cream was a soft cake that melted in the mouth. This combination had a special flavor.
Seeing Gu Ruobai's eyebrows relaxing as he ate, a smile appeared in Su Mingyu's eyes.
"Wait a minute. I almost forgot another custom." Su Mingyu suddenly stopped Gu Ruobai.
Gu Ruobai looked at her in confusion. Before he could say a word, Su Mingyu's hand had already smeared on his face.
He put down the plate in his hand and looked at her with a smile: "Are you happy?"
Looking at Gu Ruobai's delicate face smeared with cake, Su Mingyu nodded happily: "Happy!"
After saying that, she smeared another handful on his face.
But this time, before she could withdraw her hand, her wrist was firmly grasped by a big hand.
A tall figure suddenly enveloped her. A unique aura of Gu Ruobai tightly held Su Mingyu. Her nose and eyes were filled with only Gu Ruobai in front of her.
Looking down at the beaming Su Mingyu, Gu Ruobai hooked his lips, leaned over and looked into Su Mingyu's clear and flowing eyes: "You're quite bold! Molesting me?"
Gu Ruobai's breath all hit her face. The scorching breath seemed to burn Su Mingyu's cheeks.
Seeing a blush creep from Su Mingyu's neck to her small ears, dyeing the whole earlobe red, Gu Ruobai was in a great mood. All the haze seemed to dissipate.
He casually picked up a piece of cream, stroked it across Su Mingyu's lips and fed it directly into her mouth. His breathing became hotter and his voice was low: "You made it yourself. Don't you want to try it?"
The sweetness melted in her mouth, bringing back Su Mingyu's thoughts. She turned her face away: "I... I've already tried it."
Her fair neck and delicate collarbone were fully exposed at this moment. Gu Ruobai's breath caught. A restlessness that even he himself didn't notice quietly spread. Unconsciously, Gu Ruobai's hand had wrapped around Su Mingyu's slender waist.
With just a light touch, it was like a poison that made him unable to help but tighten his hold.
Feeling the struggle of the person in his arms, Gu Ruobai lowered his head and pressed against Su Mingyu's forehead, whispering hoarsely: "Don't move..."
Su Mingyu didn't know what to do for a moment and could only obediently let him hold her.
The moonlight shone down, clearly reflecting the figures of the two on the bluestone floor. Their snuggling figures were peaceful and serene.
It wasn't until a bird chirped that this ambiguous atmosphere was broken.
Su Mingyu cleared her throat: "Although the story I told you before was fake, you should still be happy on your birthday. Congratulations, you're one year older."
With that, Su Mingyu poured a glass of wine for Gu Ruobai.
Gu Ruobai took it and drank it all in one gulp: "Who said I'm not happy? I was just enjoying the moonlight."
Su Mingyu didn't expose him either: "Alright, you can continue. I'm going back to sleep. The white wine is getting to my head."