Murong Junsheng absentmindedly returned to the Zhao Yang Hall and pulled out a painting from a drawer, carefully unfolding it.

It was a portrait of a person, depicting a beautiful woman dressed in a light yellow gown. She turned her head and gazed into the distance, as if searching for something. Her eyes were clear and bright, her willow-like eyebrows arched, and her long eyelashes trembled gently. Her flawless fair skin emanated a faint rosy glow, and her thin lips formed a subtle smile, resembling delicate and dewy rose petals. One could say that the portrait was lifelike, a testament to the artist's dedication.

Gently caressing the face of the beautiful woman in the painting, Murong Junsheng fell into deep thought. It was about a month ago when he disguised himself and left the palace, only to collide with a woman head-on. Before he could even inquire, the woman turned around with a smile and hurriedly left.

With a turn and a smile, Bai Mei blossomed. This smile was deeply engraved in Murong Junsheng's heart. What a charming and enchanting girl she was!

If you carefully observe the beauty in the painting, you will find that her face bears a resemblance of about sixty to seventy percent to the newly appointed guard named Xiao Rufeng. This is also the reason behind Muren Junsheng's recent unusual behavior.

"Your Majesty, here are all the information regarding Xiao Rufeng!" Lu Zixuan's arrival interrupted Murong Junsheng's thoughts.

Opening the information that Lu Zixuan handed over, you could see written on it was the background and past information about Xiao Rufeng.

Xiao Rufeng, from a poor family, has an unknown father. He has relied on his mother since childhood. When he was young, he trained in martial arts under an old man. He would often work as a guard for wealthy households to earn money for his family.

In simple terms, Xiao Rufeng is as straightforward as they come, both in terms of his family background and his experiences. Murong Junsheng casually flipped through and quickly grasped the general idea. With a slightly disappointed heart, he thought to himself, it's probably just a coincidence after all!

"Arrange Xiao Rufeng in the Zhaoyang Palace!" Mu Rong Junsheng immediately gave the order.

Even though Xiao Rufeng has no connection with the girl who haunts his dreams, it is enough for Murong Junsheng to take a second look at him, based solely on Xiao Rufeng's strikingly similar face.

"Your Majesty, may I ask why?" Lu Zixuan hesitated for a moment before asking without hesitation.

"Because of her!" Murong Junsheng pointed at the figure in the painting. "Consider it Me caring for the whole package! Besides, didn't you say Xiao Rufeng's martial arts skills are quite impressive? Giving him a chance shouldn't be a problem!"

"Ah!" Luo Zixuan was speechless. He had heard that the emperor had encountered a beauty a month ago, and ever since then, his heart had been captivated by her. He had never expected that the woman in the painting would be the same person. As for Xiao Rufeng, he had no connection whatsoever with this woman. It was just because of the six or seven-point resemblance between them that the emperor had given Xiao Rufeng such a plum assignment. Serving in the Zhaoyang Hall was the closest one could get to the emperor, providing more opportunities to climb up the ranks.

Lu Zixuan agreed readily. After all, he was the emperor, so he could have things his way! However, he was quite satisfied with Xiao Rufeng. He had initially planned to assign him to the Zhao Yang Palace, so there was no need to say much more!

"There's nothing to do, so you can leave!" Murong Junsheng waved his hand, signaling for Lu Zixuan to step back.

"I take my leave!" Lu Zixuan clasped his hands and departed.

"Who are you? Where are you?" Murong Junsheng gazed fervently at the beautiful woman in the painting and murmured to himself, "Regardless of who you are, I firmly believe that we are fated to meet one day." After that day, he had sent people to inquire, but they obtained nothing. He speculated that the girl was probably a sheltered young miss from a wealthy family, who had secretly ventured out to play that day. It was only natural that ordinary people would not recognize her. From then on, he withdrew the spies he had sent, waiting for the destined encounter.