inbound circular sawn logs The air was crisp, and the ground was dry. Su Tang sat under the pine tree, eating a persimmon. It was slightly sour, slightly sweet, and very refreshing. She was about to eat another one when she heard footsteps approaching.

She looked up and saw a tall figure walking over. He was wearing a blue and white robe, and his face was cold and noble. He stopped in front of her and stretched out his hand. "Why are you eating the fruit on the ground?" he asked.

Su Tang was a little scared. She lowered her head and said nothing. The man's expression became colder. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked.

Su Tang nodded. She was indeed a little afraid. She had only been in the imperial palace for a few days, and she had never seen the prince before. She didn't know how to deal with him.

The man's expression softened. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." He pointed to the persimmon in Su Tang's hand. "That persimmon is sour. Eat some of mine."