It was May. The flowers bloomed, and the willows were all green. The grass and plants were all exuberant.
In the Imperial Garden, peony was blooming. They were beautiful, and their fragrance was floating in the air as if they were competing against each other.
The sunshine was just right. It was not too hot but just mild.
Zhaoyi Yu, Gu Yunyao, was walking among the flowers. She wore a long silk dress with gold thread embroidered flower patterns. With her every move, her hairpins waved. She looked elegant and graceful.
The light red dress reflected her snow-white skin. She raised her eyelashes, and her eyes were gentle like water.
Suddenly, Gu Yunyao glimpsed a person wearing a blue dress in the near distance. She was followed by servants and walked under the willows. The view of her b
