Wild green mountains and rivers, plus a pristine little stream.
Amidst birdsong and floral scents, lush grass flourished, presenting a scene resembling the gardens outside the city, so beautiful one could hardly bear to look away. What's more, the weather was exceptionally fine, if only... could the Prince really be so idle? Otherwise, what purpose did that suddenly appearing easel serve?
Sadly, she knew the outcome would be just like this.
Not long after dismounting from the carriage, Mo Liancheng had already chosen a spot and even set up an easel. All that was missing was some snacks and wine, perhaps a beauty playing the zither to aid the artistic mood.
"Your Prince seems to be in high spirits," Qu Tan'er lifted her brows and remarked sarcastically to Shi Xue.
"The Prince is always like this, you will get used to it in time, Princess Consort," responded Shi Xue indifferently.
The DNA of a cold beauty is, after all, cold; it doesn't heat up for anyone.