In the Imperial Garden, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, competing for beauty. Late spring and early summer are the time when flowers are in full bloom. Under the bright sunshine, the flowers stretch out their delicate petals.

It’s so lively with all the flowers and decorations.

Occasionally, a breeze blows across the tender yellow stamens, rolling up the light pollen and floating in the air. The rich and fragrant floral scent makes people intoxicated unconsciously.

Amidst a sea of ​​vibrant colours, butterflies danced gracefully, their beautiful wings waving elegantly, attracting the little fairy boy with red lips and white teeth to chase after them.

A round little face was rosy, and the clear laughter like a silver bell echoed in the garden.

"Hahaha... Yiyi, come and help Zhao Zhao catch the lucky butterfly. Zhao Zhao will catch it soon~"

"Chirp, chirp, Zhao Zhao, here I come~"

A parrot with two red spots on its cheeks was standing on a peony branch, its round body bending the branch.

But it was unaware of it, and its blooming bright red petals were about to fall. Fortunately, the next moment the little fat bird flapped its wings and flew away.

The man and the bird chased each other, scaring the poor little butterfly so much that it fled everywhere, and many of the beautiful scales on its wings fell off.

Looking at this cheerful picture of children catching butterflies, the palace maids beside them smiled knowingly, basking in the warm sunlight and smelling the refreshing fragrance of flowers, feeling comfortable and relaxed.

Ying Zhao tried to catch a butterfly for a long time but failed to do so. However, he was not disappointed. He stopped and happily admired the colorful flowers, muttering to himself.

"This flower is so beautiful, I hope mother will like it..."

"Wow! This flower is even more beautiful. Zhao Zhao wants to give it to Mom!"

"What does Zhao Zhao want to give to Mother?"

Chu Yuening, who arrived late, walked slowly with Ying Zheng's arm around her. She immediately saw the little man hiding in the flowers.

The original white ball had turned into a pink ball. He stood on tiptoe and stretched out his little hand, trying to pick a light pink peony in front of him, but he couldn't reach it even if he jumped.

When I was feeling lost, I heard my mother's familiar voice. I immediately ran over happily, hugged her legs, and presented her treasure in a baby voice.

"Mom, this flower is so beautiful. Zhao Zhao wants to pick it and give it to you."

"Yes, it is indeed very beautiful. Zhao Zhao has a good eye. Mother likes it very much~"

Chu Yuening touched the cub's little head, her eyebrows curved, and the bright sunshine sprinkled on the fair little face, making the smile even softer and more moving.

Ying Zheng followed the direction pointed by the little boy and indeed found an exceptionally beautiful peony.

The intricate petals bloom layer by layer, the light pink color deepens from the outside to the inside, surrounded by tender yellow stamens, standing tall and graceful, elegant and quiet.

His eyes moved, and he strode forward, carefully picked the flower, and pinned it on the woman's bun while the boy was staring at him in astonishment.

The next moment, a low and gentle voice sounded.

"A delicate flower worthy of a beautiful woman, this flower is barely worthy of Yue Ning."

Peony: ...Ugh, how dare you praise a flower like that? I'd rather be blown away by the wind and rot in the ground than suffer such humiliation.

Ying Zhao: My flowers...my flowers...they are clearly flowers I gave to my mother...

System: What a trick! But Your Majesty, have you considered your own child's feelings? He looks like he's about to break.

Before Chu Yuening had time to appreciate the flower, she felt a sudden weight on her head.

She subconsciously glanced at Zaizai, only to see that the lively and cheerful little guy's big eyes had lost their luster and his face was distraught.

She couldn't help but give a coquettish look to the troublesome child's father, and her lively expression made her whole face come alive.

The beauty stands among the riot of colour, with a slender figure and graceful curves. The bright light makes her skin look whiter than snow, like cream. A pink and white peony is pinned in her hair. The bright colour dilutes the coldness and aloofness around her, adding a touch of stunning beauty.

On her unmade-up little face were dark eyebrows, a delicate nose, beautiful eyes, and plump lips, so red as if stained with peony juice. Her every frown and smile exuded all kinds of charm.

Seeing such a fairy-like beauty, it seemed as if all the flowers in the garden had lost their color. She was truly so beautiful that the moon and flowers would be ashamed of themselves.

"Mom...it's so beautiful, even more beautiful than flowers..."

Although Ying Zhao was young, he could already tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, and he would always eat good-looking snacks.

At this moment, he was suddenly struck by this extreme beauty. He didn't care about being sad at all. His little head was dizzy and he couldn't help muttering.

Chu Yuening rarely dresses up and always has a plain face. Even though she is naturally beautiful, people gradually get used to it after spending a long time with her.

I never thought that even with just one flower as embellishment, it would bring out its gorgeous beauty.

Ying Zheng stared at his young wife, who was more beautiful than flowers, with an expression of astonishment on his face. His clear and bright phoenix eyes gradually became deep and dark, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down.

When he caught a glimpse of the silly little brat out of the corner of his eye, he suppressed the burning passion in his heart and spoke in a deep voice.

"Zhao Zhao, it's time to go to class."

"Hmm...ah?"

"Teacher Xiao must have been waiting for a long time. As a student, Zhao Zhao should respect his teacher."

Before the kid could react, Ying Zheng picked him up and handed him over to the palace servant with very quick and decisive movements.

Looking at the drifting mother getting farther and farther away from him, the little dumpling finally came to his senses.

He realized it belatedly and stretched out his little hand towards his mother, his big black and white eyes filled with reluctance to leave.

The system, which was being intimate with its beautiful host, suddenly felt a chill on its back. It turned its head stiffly, and its small eyes met a pair of dark eyes with a cold glow.

It screamed and flew away quickly, catching up with Zhao Zhao who was waving his little hands.

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