Ling Yun sighed, "My master used to like bright colors, but now she wears simple and elegant clothes, making her look like a fairy from the ninth heaven."

Fu Qianyu smiled, and soon someone outside informed her that Zhao Yuancheng had arrived.

Everyone in Yunyan Pavilion knelt on the ground to welcome the Crown Prince, and Fu Qianyu was no exception.

"I pay my respects to His Highness, may His Highness be well and safe."

"Get up."

Zhao Yuancheng stood in front of Fu Qianyu, looking down at her condescendingly.

But when Fu Qianyu stood up, a look of surprise flashed across Zhao Yuancheng's eyes.

Her face was not made up, but her lips were as red as apricots and her cheeks were as rosy as peach blossoms.

In the past, Fu Qianyu loved gorgeous things the most, and her hair was often covered with pearls and jade. Even if she was beautiful, she looked a bit tacky.

But now, this simple and elegant color makes her skin look as white as cream and her breath as fragrant as orchid.

"Yu'er's outfit today really catches my eye. This dress suits you very well."

Fu Qianyu lowered her eyes slightly and smiled faintly: "It is a blessing for this dress to catch the eye of His Highness."

Zhao Yuancheng smiled and walked into the house holding the beauty's hand.

The moment the curtain was lifted, what came into view was the painting of "Cold Plum Blossoms".

"This painting looks so familiar." Zhao Yuancheng turned his head and looked at Fu Qianyu.

Fu Qianyu raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "This is my imitation of the painting 'Cold Plum Blossoms' that Your Highness painted. My handicraft is not good, I hope Your Highness will not mind."

After hearing this, Zhao Yuancheng immediately recalled the scene of painting that day.

Old Man Fu was an expert in painting, and Fu Qianyu had been influenced by him since she was a child. She was at least 80% good at it, so Zhao Yuancheng called her to the study to serve her with brush and ink. However, while she was painting, she somehow ended up painting on the bed.

The feeling of making love that day immediately came to his mind, and Zhao Yuancheng immediately felt a wave of heat in his lower abdomen.

The more you look at a beauty under the lamp, the more enjoyable it becomes.

Zhao Yuancheng immediately bent down and picked the person up.

Fu Qianyu was shocked and took advantage of the situation to hook her arms around Zhao Yuancheng's neck, her fair cheeks overflowing with shyness, "Your Highness, you haven't had dinner yet."

Zhao Yuancheng curled his lips slightly, his smile very ambiguous, "I am just having dinner."