The bright moon hangs high, beckoning him down from his pedestal.

The carriages departing from the palace traveled smoothly along the road leading out of the palace.

The car was spacious, but Shen Qingruo couldn't sit still. Her watery eyes kept sneaking glances at Shen Wangxi beside her.

Shen Wangxi felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so he coughed lightly and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Shen Qingruo's cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice was soft and sweet: "Because Your Majesty looks good in white."

She paused, as if remembering something, and tilted her head curiously to ask:

"But, it seems that Your Majesty is rarely seen wearing white casual clothes. You always seem to wear black, but your battle armor is always silver-white. Why is that?"

Upon hearing this, a complex mix of memories flashed in Shen Wangxi's eyes.

He was silent for a moment before speaking slowly, his voice lower than usual:

"Because long ago, when I was dressed in white, I watched with my own eyes as the blood of a close relative stained my robes red."

The glaring red seemed to reappear before his eyes, and he said with a bitter tone, "Since then, I've rarely worn white."

"As for the silver armor..." He paused, as if recalling some old anecdotes, "My elder brother was a black-armored general. He once joked that the two of us brothers were the black and white duo on the battlefield, and he has been wearing silver armor ever since, as a kind of memento."

After Shen Wangxi finished speaking, she fell silent and stopped talking, unable to pull herself out of her memories.

Shen Qingruo looked at him; she didn't like him getting caught up in the past, things she had never been a part of.

The little girl suddenly leaned closer to him, tilted her head up, and gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

She called to him, her voice soft and sweet, "Your Majesty~ what are you thinking about? You're ignoring Aruo."

The kiss on her forehead and the delicate fragrance emanating from her body instantly pulled Shen Wangxi out of her heavy memories.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl so close to him; her bright eyes were filled with his reflection.

At that moment, he suddenly realized how vibrant his heart, which had gradually grown cold due to the past, was now beating because of her.

Shen Wangxi reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. He mumbled, "It's nothing, it's all in the past."

He paused, looked down at her, and asked in a indulgent tone, "Does Aru think I look good in white?"

"Okay!" Shen Qingruo nodded obediently.

Shen Wangxi smiled slightly, "Alright, I'll wear it often for A'ruo to see from now on."

The little girl cheered and stretched out her slender white fingers, counting: "Not only white, but also cyan, blue, and moon white is pretty too."

"If Your Majesty wears it, Aruo will wear the same color." She tilted her head up, her tone filled with a hint of hope, "That way, others can tell at a glance that Aruo is your woman."

Her straightforward words melted Shen Wangxi's heart completely, and he whispered, "Okay, whatever you say."

The carriage lurched slightly.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, whose eyes were full of him, Shen Wangxi finally asked a question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time:

"Aruo, I... I'm so much older than you. When we walk down the street later and see all those young men and women of similar age together, won't you feel uncomfortable?"

He asked the question hesitantly, and even unconsciously changed his answer.

This underlying lack of self-confidence is particularly rare when it appears in an emperor who is self-centered and arrogant.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingruo was taken aback at first, then gave a coquettish hum and addressed him by his full name, "Shen Wangxi."

Shen Wangxi was stunned by her call.

The little girl stretched out her slender fingertips and gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes, her tone full of disbelief: "Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about yourself?"

She scrutinized his face closely, her gaze focused and earnest. "You have no idea, you look to be at most twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and besides..."

Her fingertips traced the bridge of his straight nose, landing on his tightly pursed lips. "You are handsome, with an innate noble air. Just standing there, your presence is far superior to those naive young gentlemen."

"I'm so happy to be walking with you."

Shen Wangxi was stunned. The subtle tension in her heart caused by the age gap vanished under her passionate confession.

He suddenly lowered his head and took her sweet, coaxing lips into his mouth, swallowing all her last words.

The atmosphere heated up and gradually spiraled out of control.