As the hour approached Hai, the moon was bright, and stars were sparse.
The reminiscing was almost over. Tomorrow was Si Lingxi's three-thousandth birthday feast. Red Crane and the other maids needed to return to check various details.
"At that time, let Bai Yuan lead you there," Si Lingxi said with a smile. "Go directly to the hall."
Lu Zheng nodded, then patted the gourd, retrieving a scroll from inside. "A birthday gift for you. Happy Birthday."
"Happy Birthday?"
Liu Qingyan and Shen Ying had grown accustomed to this phrase, but it was the first time Si Lingxi heard it. Finding it interesting, she reached out to take the scroll, thanked him, and then unfolded it.
Under the moonlight, as the scroll unfurled, its surface emitted a faint red glow.
The next moment, the complete scroll was displayed before Si Lingxi.
