"But if I could have my dear companion by my side, then winter would have flowers and spring would have the moon, autumn would have the warmth of a phoenix and sumr would have snow."
Rong Lijun’s gaze showed no trace of Yin Baishuang, even interrupting directly, with an air of leisurely elegance that was anything but indifferent.
At this point, it wasn’t just Situ Ye noticing sothing amiss; even the others found the atmosphere a bit strange.
Qin Lou, stepping down from the banquet, had an even more peculiar expression.
Looking at the three over there, she wondered to herself, wasn’t Rong Lijun and the God of the Sparrows here to propose marriage to the Third Lady?
Why are they now circling around a man?
Even her professional fake smile was hard to maintain.
"Whether you want to enjoy the flowers or the snow, there will be a maid to guide you in a mont."
Yin Baishuang had never seen a shaless man like Rong Lijun before.
Yet at this mont, she was also posing as a man, unable to assert her dominion publicly.
So she could only suppress her temper, coldly smiling at Baili An, leaving the problem to him: "So today, does Mr. Ji want to enjoy the flowers or the snow?"
Situ Ye was completely baffled.
Why did the God of the Sparrows also ddle?
Did this ordinary mortal have such charm to attract the attention of two Immortal Lords at once?
He thought attending this banquet today would surely be a fierce competition.
But how did the prize change from Miss Fang to a man?
With lingering fear, Situ Ye glanced at the others, seeing their expressions remained normal and even slightly contemptuous, which made him feel relieved.
Then, with a hint of unrealistic expectancy, he wanted to see Mu Yunye’s attitude and perception toward that young man.
Mu Yunye, with his deep and profound character, quickly noticed Situ Ye’s covert glance, understanding his intentions.
Despite any amount of restraint, being suspected of his sexual orientation turned his face sullen as he, sowhat irritable, flicked his sleeves and left the banquet ahead of the others.
Facing Yin Baishuang’s question, Baili An quickly responded:
"In spring we enjoy flowers, in winter we gaze upon the snow, such is the nature of the seasons.
Shifang City is cloaked in snow all year round, famously known for its icy Silver City.
Being here, one should follow the local customs and truly admire the scenery beneath the swirling twilight snow at the gate."
Upon hearing this, Yin Baishuang’s expression slightly eased, then she fiercely glared at Rong Lijun with a bit of smugness.
To her surprise, Rong Lijun showed no embarrassnt at being rejected, his skin extraordinarily thick.
Shaking his fan, he sidled up, chuckling: "What a view to behold, the swirling twilight snow at the gate. It certainly sounds more intriguing than admiring flowers.
Since I’m fortunate enough to have such a kind recomndation from Mr. Ji, I should surely repay in kind and accompany Mr. Ji in enjoying the snow."
After saying this, he pretended to look up at the sky outside, letting out an "oh my", saying: "Look, it’s starting to snow heavily outside. Later, Mr. Ji will still need soone to hold an umbrella for you."
This shaless and seemingly justified behavior left everyone shocked, unable to look any longer as they hurriedly made their exit.
Baili An also felt a chill from Rong Lijun’s consistent attempts at goodwill.
If it weren’t for being in Fang Geyu’s mansion, he would suspect this person before him was a transford fox spirit.
But clearly, that’s not the case; this person’s cultivation surpasses any fox spirit.
Moreover, that fox spirit could never be so poetic and articulate, culturally inferior compared to this person who only uttered cheesy lines.
Baili An was unsure of what this person was plotting.
But one does not hit a smiling man, and besides, it was Rong Lijun who just helped him a lot.
Despite the unease running through him, Baili An didn’t grow cold, calmly saying:
"Thank you, Rong Lijun, for your kindness, but those who cultivate, true n, unlike delicate won, don’t need soone to hold an umbrella."
Baili An was polite, his words subtly reminding Rong Lijun.
He is a man, and such considerate actions and skills should be reserved for won.
Everything had been clearly explained, and unwilling to tangle further with a stranger, Baili An left the banquet with Yin Baishuang.
Upon stepping out of the tower, Baili An took the paper fan prepared in advance by the maid, ready to offer it to Yin Baishuang.
Seeing Baili An so considerate, Yin Baishuang blushed slightly, maintaining a reserved deanor.
And just in that mont, the cat-like Rong Lijun found an opportunity, bending down to squeeze under the umbrella.
He resembled a lingering spirit, with his narrow, affectionate eyes smiling mischievously at Baili An.
"Mr. Ji, you’re truly a considerate soul, but alas, I am not as fit as Mr. Ji.
I have been weak and sickly from childhood, with an ailnt in my abdon, fearing the cold most.
Having soone to hold an umbrella for while admiring the snow would be the best scenario."
The snow in the world continued to fall heavily, as the afternoon passed, and the sun was nearly obscured from the sky.
In the grey, dim sky, the snow roared, descending upon the mortal world, soft, drifting, landing upon Rong Lijun’s long, dark eyelashes, like sprinkled frost salt.
His dark eyes contained a smile, captivating and soul-stealing, misty as if infused with Jiangnan’s affectionate spring rain, shimring as it ca.
These eyes appeared similar to those Baili An saw at the banquet; hardly any difference.
But now, they seed much brighter, as if revealing the true nature of the mountains and rivers in an instant.
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