Travel through Shen Meizhuang to open the system and walk sideways in the harem

"Reporting to the emperor, the Qingliang Terrace is built halfway up the mountain. The weather is a little cool right now, and the flowers are the green plums planted by Prince Guo!"

Ah Jin led the way and explained to the emperor.

The emperor nodded slightly, "Yes, Old Seventeen is also a romantic man. I remember that this patch of green plums was planted by Concubine Yu. Concubine Yu's nickname back then was Huanbi, doesn't it refer to these green plums?"

Zhen Huan felt that it was getting late, so she got up and prepared to return to her bedroom to rest.

Two maids holding lanterns followed Zhen Huan on the path leading to Qingliang Terrace. At the same time, the emperor also hurried towards Qingliang Terrace.

Zhen Huan was in a heavy mood and walked slowly, while the emperor was in a happy mood and walked briskly.

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the light from the lanterns shone on the path, casting a faint glow.

There was silence all around, with only the sound of light footsteps and the swaying of lanterns. Zhen Huan's mind was full of thoughts, recalling every detail of the past, and her mood became increasingly depressed.

The emperor was immersed in the memories of the past, with a smile on his face. He quickened his pace, eager to see the cool terrace behind the green plums.

"Your Majesty, Prince Guo must have gone to bed by now. Do you want me to inform him in advance?" Su Peisheng asked quietly.

"No need. Old Seventeen is alone now and there is no inconvenience!" said the emperor in a loud voice.

A Jin was a little confused and said:

"Your Majesty, I left in a hurry today. I don't know if the prince is at Qingliang Terrace. What if I come back empty-handed?"

"It's okay. I just came to Qingliang Terrace to see the scenery and relax. If Old Seventeen is not here, you can go to the palace to find him!"

As the emperor spoke, he had already walked to the four-cornered pavilion not far from the Qingliang Terrace.

That pavilion was also where Zhen Huan had just been.

The emperor stopped and walked into the pavilion, listening to the gurgling water:

"This is such a great place. It would be great if a beautiful lady could play the piano and sing here!"

Zhen Huan strolled on the cool terrace, her steps light and slow, as if her thoughts were being drawn by something and she was immersed in it and unable to extricate herself.

Along the way, she walked and stopped, her eyes blurred, and she seemed to be completely unaware of the surrounding environment and people.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about half an hour, Zhen Huan finally passed through the flower hall of Qingliangtai.

Her eyes suddenly stopped in front of her, where there was a delicate potted green plum. The potted green plum appeared in front of her like a work of art, attracting all her attention.

Zhen Huan was unconsciously attracted by the pot of green plums. She walked closer to the potted plant and carefully looked at every detail.

The petals of the green plum are as green as jade, the stamens are fresh and tender, and exude a faint fragrance.

She stretched out her fingers and gently touched the petals, feeling their softness and smoothness.

At this moment, Zhen Huan forgot all her worries and became happy.

A smile appeared on her face and her eyes sparkled with joy.

Not far away, the emperor had crossed the path and was heading towards the flower hall, which was brightly lit.

Zhen Huan admired the green plum blossoms for a while. She recalled every moment she had spent with Prince Guo and asked her maid to bring her guqin.

A melodious sound of piano came from the flower hall. The emperor paused when he heard it and sighed in his heart:

"This is Huan'er's piano music! Huan'er, where are you?"

Following the sound of the piano, the emperor quickened his pace. Although he knew that Zhen Huan was dead, it would be a comfort to him if there was even one person who resembled Huan'er.