Zheng Wanqing hesitated for a moment, but still stood up and walked over. As soon as she approached the table, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. She let out a soft cry and subconsciously grabbed his collar to steady herself.

"Xie Yun!" She raised her eyes and glared at him, but when she met those smiling eyes, her momentum instantly disappeared.

"Madam, please look." He smiled softly, picked up her soft hand, and spread the rice paper on the table.

Zheng Wanqing then realized that it was not a painting, but a meticulously detailed painting of a lady.

In the painting, she is leaning against a rattan chair, her moon-colored skirt falling like water, and she is reading the miscellaneous notes in her hands. The woman in the painting has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and the faint smile on her lips is more moving than any time she looks at herself in the mirror.

It turned out that in his eyes, I looked like this. Even the hair that accidentally slipped down when I turned the pages of a book became the most lively embellishment in the painting.

"Yumin..."

"My painting skills..." Xie Yun's voice suddenly lowered a few notes, "I can't depict your gentleness when you lower your eyebrows." His fingertips gently stroked Zheng Wanqing's eyebrows and eyes, "nor can I capture your expression when you are angry."

His arm around Zheng Wanqing's waist suddenly tightened, and he held her deeper into his arms. His breath brushed past her ears: "I can't even describe... the image of me reflected in your eyes at this moment."

Zheng Wanqing raised her face, and her red lips touched the corner of his lips and then left: "In my eyes, this is the best."

Xie Yun's eyes darkened and he chuckled, "I am so honored to receive such praise from you, Madam..." As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned forward to ask for a kiss.

Zheng Wanqing quickly raised her hand to press against his lips: "Yumin, your husband..."

"I have already finished reviewing it." He took her hand and kissed it. "Could it be that in your mind, Madam, I am such a neglectful person?"

She glared at him in reproach, but her eyes were full of shyness. Who made him always say things that made people blush?

"I saw that my wife was engrossed in reading, and I couldn't bear to disturb her. I was just about to paint..." Xie Yun's phoenix eyes sparkled with a mischievous smile, "but I ran into a little thief who was peeking at me."

Zheng Wanqing blushed immediately, knowing that he was going to say that she had just stared at him in a daze.

"Don't mention it again!" she said angrily.

Xie Yun just smiled and said nothing. He just clasped her hands on his chest and let her feel his accelerated heartbeat.

To hide her embarrassment, Zheng Wanqing changed the subject: "I saw your paintings at Xie's house, but I didn't know Yumin had such talent."

Xie Yun took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I learned a little from my teacher when I was young, but it's just barely acceptable." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's not as amazing as your poetic talent, madam."

"Each of them has his own strengths." Zheng Wanqing raised her eyes and looked into his eyes, "How can an ordinary person be able to lead the generals of Beijing and Tianjin?"

"Wanqing praises me like this..." Xie Yun let out a low laugh, "I don't know what to do."

"Every word I say is from the bottom of my heart." She suddenly lowered her eyelashes and spoke in a softer voice, "When I first heard that the governor of Tianjin was a living devil, I thought he was just a reckless man." Her fingertips gently stroked the calluses on his palm, "But I didn't know that you could not only paint, but also..."

"We have only been together for half a century," Xie Yun lowered his head and sniffed her hair, "the years ahead are long, and I will let you explore my abilities slowly."