Despite the effeminate orange-yellow robe, Yinreng still put it on.

Coupled with his exquisitely beautiful appearance, as lovely as spring flowers and autumn moon, and his youthful energy, he is truly stunning.

While at the manor, Tong Wanyan no longer wore the traditional Manchu headdress and dressed as a gentle and refreshing Han Chinese woman.

Ling Pu is stuck here, even though the constant displays of affection are an eyesore, he'll accept it all to avoid blind dates.

The hot spring water is so smooth it feels like it washes away all your worries; the hot springs at Xiaotangshan are truly exceptional.

Yinreng happily took Tong Wanyan's little hand and went to soak in the hot spring.

"The location of this estate that Empress Dowager reserved for me is the best place in the entire Xiaotangshan area. I didn't like soaking in hot springs before, but this is the first time I've ever soaked in a hot spring with someone else," Yinreng said proudly and obsequiously.

Tong Wanyan followed Yinreng into the hot spring pool, which was built in a rectangle, and the furnishings inside were all meticulously arranged.

"Was the arrangement here also chosen by the master?" Tong Wanyan felt that the style was exactly the same as the furnishings in Yuqing Palace.

With eyes full of spring, Yinreng hugged Tong Wanyan from behind: "Little Yan is so smart, I will reward you well."

A lone man and woman soaking in a hot spring, wearing only thin undergarments, become transparent once they enter the water.

Tong Wanyan warily ran to the other side of the pool, glaring at Yinreng: "Are you being a pervert?"

Yinreng's eyes lit up as he shamelessly said, "I am your husband, as all the ancestors of the Aisin Gioro family know. It's just me being intimate with my wife, and there are no outsiders around. It's my own territory, so how is that being a hooligan?"

"We've been married for over a year, and we haven't even had sex during the day once. It's pitch black at night, and you won't let us light a lamp. Xiao Yan, don't you love me anymore?" For the sake of meat, Yinreng abandoned all pretense of dignity.

His eyes drooped in grievance, and his voice sounded pitiful.

In an instant, Tong Wanyan wondered if she had gone too far, to the point of being utterly wicked.

"My darling, I'll just hug you." Yinreng used a feigned retreat to advance, relying on his exceptionally handsome face to seduce Tong Wanyan.

Beauty is alluring, and without paying attention, Tong Wanyan nodded as if possessed.

After a hug and a kiss, what happens next is inevitable.

After Yinreng had his fill, Tong Wanyan lay on the couch, her back and legs aching. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and although she wanted to curse, she could only weakly utter, "Bastard."

Yinreng nodded good-naturedly: "I am a bastard, I am a bastard."

Tong Wanyan placed her legs on his lap and said arrogantly and coldly, "Give me a leg massage."

"Yes, sir," Yinreng replied.

He's been fed, so everything else is easier to handle.

Gently massaging his legs and back, Yinreng did everything a servant could do.

"Xiao Yan, would you like to soak in the hot spring for a while longer?" Yinreng asked solicitously, his forehead covered in sweat.

Tong Wanyan looked at him defensively, as if he were a wolf: "Do you want to come into my room again tonight?"

“Of course,” Yinreng said.

"Then you'd better behave yourself and not think about anything else." Tong Wanyan gave Yinreng a warning like a paper tiger.

Yinreng sighed regretfully. His darling was too clever; it was hard to trick her into doing bad things.

However, looking at Tong Wanyan's slender waist, he had a change of heart and said, "I cherish you and won't tire you out anymore. Just soak in the water for a while and relax. Don't you like to bathe in milk? I'll have two buckets of milk poured into one pool."

Yinreng always knew how to please people in every way, putting them in a great mood.

Tong Wanyan raised her head and put her hand on his neck: "Then why don't you carry me?"

The once aloof and arrogant prince now humbled himself and carried the person to the pool, his careful manner as if he were holding a fragile treasure.

Tong Wanyan loved seeing him dote on her. Nestled in his arms, she couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Yinreng said softly, "Does ordering me around make you so happy?"

“Of course. It is because you love me that you indulge me. I love you,” Tong Wanyan suddenly confessed.

Straightforward words were more appealing to Yinreng than ten thousand lines of poetry, whether subtle or drawing on ancient and modern sources.

With his back stiff, Yinreng placed Tong Wanyan in the pool, watched as she leaned her arms over the edge, and then quickly ran to the other side of the pool to soak in.

Tong Wanyan was puzzled by his reaction: "What's wrong, sir?"

"I'm a little agitated right now, I need to stay away from you, you vixen, and calm down," Yinreng said, trying to control himself.