The sweet-scented osmanthus in the imperial garden is in bloom. The aroma was so strong that it was greasy, mixed with the smell of alcohol, and entered everyone's nostrils. Shen Mochen held the wine glass and gently rubbed the ice cracks on the rim with his fingertips, but his eyes kept falling on the girl wearing a goose-yellow shirt opposite. Cousin, Nangong Lan came over and lowered his voice, what are you looking at? That was the third young lady of the Taifu family, Lin Zhiyuan. I know. Do you know and still stare at people? Nangong Lan smiled narrowly, fearing that His Highness the Crown Prince would be jealous. Shen Mochen didn't answer, but drank the wine in one gulp.
