286, A Gift for the Empress, a "Love Poem" from Another World (5000 words)

The dark clouds over the Capital scattered before dusk, as if to herald the end of the contest of magic.

Zhao Douan changed into new clothes, mounted a fine horse, wrapped in the glow of the western sky, and clip-clopped to "Zhangtai Garden"

——a separate garden within the Capital, exclusively used for banquets, managed by the Ministry of Rites.

"Scholar Zhao!"

No sooner had Zhao Douan reached the periphery of the garden than he heard a familiar voice, hastening towards him from the direction where carriages were parked, face brimming with a smile.

"Han Congee?"

Immersed in his dejection, Zhao Douan was taken aback before he saw behind Han Congee, the rest of the scholars from Xiuwen Pavilion, with smiles spreading:

"It's you guys."

Days had passed without meeting, and there was no end to the exchange of words upon reuniting.