A wide, hard chest blocked Wei Luo’s front view. She tightly held the front of his robe. Using the light from the moon, she looked up and saw his face, "Older brother Prince Jing?"

Zhao Jie was wearing a dark blue brocade robe. It wasn’t strange that Wei Luo didn't see him before. His clothes weren’t very conspicuous. Since Bai Lan was here and they were still in view of the glimmering Su Ye, he let her go after steading her and said, "It's me."

It really was him. Wei Luo opened her eyes wider in surprise.

They were some distance away from Su Ye. Plus, the willow trees sheltered them, so it wouldn't be easy for the people across the lake to see the scene here. Even so, Wei Luo still had a guilty conscience. Although they were engaged and she would marry him in another year to become his wife, they still shouldn't be privately meeting late at night! If other people saw, they would probably laugh at them.

Wei Luo instinctively pushed him away, retreated two steps, raised her beautifully made up face, and asked, "Why are you here? Do you sneak in here? Big brother, hurry and go back. It won't be good if someone sees."

Zhao Jie had just come here. He hadn't even said two sentences before she wanted to drive him away. He felt helpless as if a blow had struck him. He took her hand and pulled her towards the end of the path. "Come with me."

His hand was warm and forceful as he clutched her hand. Wei Luo struggled for a moment, but she wasn't able to break free from him. She could only blindly follow him forward.

As a result, Bai Lan became anxious. Where was His Highness Prince Jing planning on taking Miss? It was already so late. Regardless of where they went, it wasn't appropriate! She wanted to call out, "Miss!" But, she was worried that if she were too loud, other people in the residence would hear her. Because she didn't want to harm Wei Luo and Zhao Jie's reputations and not knowing what she should do, she could only catch up to them. She lowered her voice and asked, "Your Highness, where are you taking my family’s Miss?"

Zhao Jie stopped, turned around, and said to Bai Lan, "You don't have to follow. This prince will bring Ah Luo safely back to the residence in two hours."

Bai Lan hesitated. She very much didn't feel safe letting Wei Luo be alone with Zhao Jie. In the dead of the night, her Miss wouldn't even have room to resist if he wanted to do something... A girl's reputation was so important. Even if they were engaged, they weren't married yet and had to comply with the strict rule of maintaining distance between men and women. "Miss..."

Seeing that Bai Lan was in difficult position and thinking about Chang Hong and fourth aunt's words, Wei Luo momentarily hesitated. She thought for a moment, then she said to Zhao Jie, "Older brother Prince Jing, promise that you just want to say a few words, then I'll go with you."

Seeing the uneasiness in the little girl's eyes, Zhao Jie knew that his excessively reckless behavior today had scared her. He hadn't seen her in a long time and just wanted to talk to her. And so, he nodded and said, "Okay, this prince just wants to talk to you.”

Wei Luo didn't let go of her worries until she received his promise. She turned her head and said to Bai Lan, "Go back while no one is watching. If daddy or Chang Hong asks, say that I'm not feeling well, so I went to sleep early."

In the end, Bai Lan nodded.

Zhao Jie squeezed Wei Luo’s palm and continued leading her to a corner gate.

On both sides of the path, there were verdant and lush osmanthus trees. The entire path was fragrant. He seemed very familiar with Duke Ying's residence. Even Wei Luo rarely walked this path, but he easily led them to the corner gate as if this was a familiar path to him. No one saw them. Just as Wei Luo was confused, she saw a black-robed bodyguard at the end of the path. It wasn't Zhu Geng. It was Yang Hao, someone she hadn't seen in a long time. Next to the opened corner gate, Yang Hao properly saluted after seeing Zhao Jie, "Your Highness."

Zhao Jie nodded and led Wei Luo through the gate.

In one smooth movement, Yang Hao turned around and locked the corner gate.

Wei Luo was really curious. Why were they so familiar with her home?

There was an imperial carriage parked outside of the gate. Zhao Jie had probably prepared this carriage in advance to bring her to somewhere else. Feeling anxious, she asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Zhao Jie held her small, soft waist with both of this hands and carried her into the carriage, then he immediately came into the carriage, lifted the window curtain, and said, "How about going to Wan Yuan?"

Wan Yuan was located in the center of the capital. It had beautiful architecture with curved eaves and a total of eight floors. It was a good place to view far away places. Normally, there were countless poets and literary people who went there to compose poetry. Today was Mid-autumn Festival. Wan Yuan would definitely be more lively than usual.

Wei Luo was slow in her response, but she still agreeably nodded.