The royal tribute lychees have a sweet and refreshing taste. Paired with milk and crushed ice, they are a delightful treat.

Tong Wanyan puffed out her cheeks, holding the ice bowl in her hands, and wanted to take the one Yinreng gave her.

Seeing his troubled expression, Yinreng couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll take this for you first, you can eat slowly. Would Yuqing Palace ever skimp on your food and drink?" Yinreng mocked her.

Tong Wanyan looked at Yinreng with a pitiful expression, her eyes welling up with tears: "Your Highness doesn't skimp on my food, but Xia Zhu is keeping a close eye on me. She says women are prone to feeling cold and shouldn't get chilled."

Yinreng frowned thoughtfully: "Hmm? I forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it. Deshun, take away all the ice bowls and replace them with something suitable for the concubine."

Yinreng swiftly snatched the ice bowl from Tong Wanyan's hand and shoved it into Deshun's hand.

De Shun cooperated perfectly. Before Tong Wanyan could react, he grabbed the ice bowl and dashed out.

Being young is great; you're quick-witted, agile, and nimble.

Tong Wanyan stared in disbelief at what was happening before her eyes. In an instant, she felt as if she had lost her entire world.

"Master, you're bullying me!" Tong Wanyan suddenly threw herself into Yinreng's arms, making his chest ache.

A bowl of ice cubes sat in the study, which, despite the two of them being so close, failed to warm their hearts.

Yinreng hugged her like he was coaxing a child: "I want you to have a big, fat baby soon, so you should eat less of these cold foods."

“The eldest son of a concubine is envied, and I won’t be the first to stand up for him. Anyway, we still have a hundred years or so. After the Crown Princess is born, I’ll have more children for you. You can have as many as you want then.” Tong Wanyan said, her heart filled with reluctance to part with the ice bowl.

She traced circles on Yinreng's chest with her fingers, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and Yinreng pounced on her.

"In broad daylight, sir, you've wasted your education."

After being satisfied, Tong Wanyan turned the tables and refused to admit that she was the instigator.

Yinreng held her close; her smooth, cool skin was more refreshing than ice.

“Sometimes, books don’t need to be read,” Yinreng said shamelessly.