I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

You softly muttered a phrase, then cleared your throat and slowly moved to lean against the railing, letting the bright moonlight bathe over you.

"Red hand, yellow vinegar, spring color fills the palace wall willow. The evil eastern wind, fleeting happiness, a cup of sadness, several years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is still the same, person thin, tears stained red silk. Peach blossom falls, Xianchi Pavilion, Mountain Alliance still exists, but the brocade book cannot convey. Mo, Mo, Mo!"

You deliberately slowed down your speech, finding many in the audience furiously writing down every word you said without missing a beat.

As the guest of honor, Li Shimin’s eyes shone intensely, making you want to shamefully plunge into the lake, alas, alas, but you actually didn’t want to stand out like this.

"All of this wasn’t my intention."

You softly sighed.

"How about it, Uncle Li? Has your nephew passed this round?" Li Shimin didn’t respond, but continued to stare intently at you as if he wanted to devour you, "Uncle Li, why do you look at your nephew like this? Did my answer not satisfy you?"

Li Shimin’s non-committal expression was quite frustrating, but then Cheng Zhijie, this old goblin, nearly knocked you down with his next words: "Hehe, young Luo, now you’re done for."

Before you could question Cheng Zhijie, Li Shimin was already beaming with a smile. He waved his hand grandly and declared, "Go, such a beautiful evening should indeed be one of deep emotions. We shouldn’t embellish your moment."

"Thank you, Uncle."