"Yun'er's skills are becoming more and more refined." Yongzheng put down his teacup and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Lin Yun leaned against his chest, her cheeks slightly flushed, as delicate as a newly blossoming peach blossom.

Yongzheng lowered his head and kissed her lips. In the tender kiss, he felt the sweet fragrance of the woman in his arms, which made him feel intoxicated.

It's so comfortable being with Yun'er. Yongzheng sighed inwardly, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips.

At this moment, the court intrigues and the war in the Northwest were forgotten; only her softness and authenticity remained.

Lin Yun snuggled in the Emperor's arms for a while, then finally made up her mind, got up, took out the sandalwood box, and presented it to Yongzheng with both hands.

"Your Majesty, I have something I would like to offer you."

Yongzheng raised an eyebrow, took the box, opened it, and found a thick stack of silver notes inside.

He looked up in astonishment: "Yun'er, what does this mean?"

Lin Yun said softly, "Your Majesty knows that you have been worried about military expenses lately. This is my private savings. Although it is not much, I hope it can help alleviate Your Majesty's worries."

Yongzheng was stunned, and an indescribable feeling of emotion welled up in his heart.

He put down the box, pulled Lin Yun into his arms, and held her tightly. "Yun'er..." his voice was a little hoarse, "In this world, only you are truly sincere to me."

Lin Yun leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and whispered, "Your Majesty, I only wish for your safety and prosperity, and for the stability of the empire."

Yongzheng released her, cupped her face in his hands, and said with tenderness in his eyes, "Having you in my life is enough."

In the candlelight, their shadows overlapped, as if they had merged into one.

Outside the window, a gentle night breeze brought a touch of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the warmth inside the hall.