Yinreng stared intently at Tong Wanyan, imprinting her every move in his mind.

Tong Wanyan blushed, her fair face turning shy and timid.

So be it. Even if it's destined to be unavoidable, there's still her, isn't there?

She stayed by his side through thick and thin, through life and death, through glory and decline.

After figuring it out, Tong Wanyan smiled brightly, as radiant as a summer flower.

Yinreng laughed along with them; both husband and wife were exceptionally handsome. As they laughed together, the servants guarding the door couldn't help but admire the unparalleled charm of their two masters.

It was at this moment that the chubby little boy Hongsheng came running over and spoiled the mood. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and a cloak, and he looked like a chubby, round, white dumpling.

"Mother, you promised to take Hongsheng to the swing. Hongsheng has already mastered his calligraphy." Hongsheng rushed to Tong Wanyan's side like a little cannonball, then slowed down and jumped into her arms.

The chubby boy is fair-skinned and sweet-looking, and his smile is as sweet as honey.

Yinreng was still savoring Tong Wanyan's shy smile from earlier, and didn't hold it against the little guy for not properly bowing and greeting him when he entered the room.

The youngest son can be spoiled a bit.

Otherwise, if his heart were won over by Shi Xiuzhu, the dignified Second Prince of Yuqing Palace would have to foolishly call a woman "Father."

"Come on, Father will take you and your mother to the swings." Yinreng stood up and took Hongsheng's hand.

The chubby little hand was enveloped in Yinreng's large palm, feeling solid and real.

Yinreng squatted down, opened his palm, and his mouth twitched: "Why are these hands so fat, like pig's trotters?"

Hong Sheng quickly pulled his hand back and hid behind Tong Wanyan, staring wide-eyed at his mute father.

Tong Wanyan glared at Yinreng reproachfully: "What do you mean? Hongsheng is still young and is gaining weight. He will naturally slim down in a few years."

"Mother will lead you." Tong Wanyan took Hongsheng's hand and glanced at him.

Upon closer inspection, she exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, it really does look like a little pig's trotter!"

"Mother!" Hongsheng snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Would I lie? I must have run all the way here, my hands are all swollen from the cold." Yinreng said proudly, with the tone of someone who had been there before, "I was like that when I was his age too."

Tong Wanyan poked Hongsheng's puffed-up face: "Is your father wrong? Playing around is fine, but you mustn't hurt yourself. You saw how much your brother Honghui suffered when he was sick last time. If your hands get frostbite, they'll hurt and itch when you practice calligraphy, and you'll be the one who suffers."

"Chunque, go find Physician Chang and ask for a box of ointment. When you come back in a little while, apply it to Hongsheng," Tong Wanyan instructed Chunque.

Chunque smiled and replied, "This servant will go right away. We have plenty of medicine for frostbite in winter, so please don't worry, Master."

Hongsheng stood close to Tong Wanyan's leg, then turned his head and playfully stuck out his tongue at Chunque.

"Aunt Chunque, I want the one that smells good," Hongsheng said coquettishly.

Chunque's eyes were full of doting affection, and her voice was soft and gentle: "I have remembered the Second Prince's instructions. It must be a fragrance that the Prince likes!"

Tong Wanyan watched the interaction between the two with a smile: "Chunque, just spoil him."

"The Second Prince is lively and clever, so it is only right for this servant to take care of him." Chunque refused to admit that she spoiled the child.

The only two princes in Yuqing Palace, with the most noble birth, she is nothing compared to them.

If any of the other princes had such a clever son, they would have spoiled him into a little devil long ago.

Of course, the Fourth Prince is an exception.