Li Dequan, who was standing to the side, could not see which painting his master, Kangxi, was looking at, but he could guess, since he had seen it before.

Thinking of the painting he had seen earlier, Li Dequan couldn't help but twitch his lips and a smile crept into his eyes, revealing crow's feet.

In the drawing, a chibi-style figure with a big head and a small body leaps off the paper. Its expression is serious and aloof, and its appearance is very similar to Hongxuan. However, the text next to it indicates that the chibi-style figure is "Ama"!

"Haha, I didn't expect the usually serious fourth prince to be so cute!" Kangxi found the drawing of "Father" by Hongxuan quite amusing.

Hongxuan, who was leisurely eating snacks and drinking tea nearby, suddenly felt a pang of unease. He stiffened and slowly turned his head to look at Kangxi, who was laughing heartily.

This situation felt all too familiar to him.

After looking at the chibi version of the Fourth Prince drawn on the paper, Emperor Kangxi took it out and placed it on the memorials on his desk before continuing to look at the remaining drawings.

Unfortunately, there aren't any more. There's only this one picture of the fourth prince in a cute, cartoon style. At this moment, Kangxi felt regretful and unsatisfied.

After viewing the painting, Kangxi and Hongxuan exchanged a few more words. "Why did you think of painting your father?"

“My mother said that my younger brother hasn’t seen his father and me for a long time, and he’ll probably forget about us when he goes back. So she drew a picture of my father and me so that he can remember us when he sees it. Besides, my younger brother is still small, and a cute, cartoonish drawing is more childlike, which he will like better and will make him remember us better.”

After exchanging a few more words, Kangxi sent Hongxuan back.

In a daze, as Hongxuan was leaving, Li Dequan, having things to do and with few servants in the carriage, hastily tidied up the paintings on the table in front of Kangxi himself.

After leaving the imperial carriage, Hongxuan shook his head to shake off the sense of familiarity he had just felt, and then called for people to return to the previous spot to continue painting.

After finishing some more paintings, he returned to his residence with his men. When he was tidying up the paintings, he discovered that one painting was missing.

Upon reflection, I suddenly remembered that the painting had fallen into the hands of my grandfather.

Just imagine, what if the Emperor's grandfather happened to see the drawing on that paper when he was summoning other people!

"It's doomed!" Hongxuan thought instantly.

As time passed, Hongxuan's heart grew heavier with each passing moment of torment.

Just as he was trying to convince himself not to overthink it, the moment he had been dreading arrived.

"Brother, Grandpa Su is here!" Little Li ran in to report to Hongxuan.

Hongxuan immediately went out, suppressing his unease, and asked, "Su Anda, why did Father send you here?"

Su Peisheng respectfully said to Hongxuan, "Fourth Prince, His Majesty requests that you accompany this servant on a journey."

Hongxuan pursed his pink lips. "Do you really have to go? I still have some things to finish here. If possible, I can go tomorrow."

By tomorrow, after such a long time, Father's anger will probably have subsided, and I'll feel better then.

Su Peisheng shook his head. "Fourth Prince, His Majesty wants you to go there now."

"Okay, fine!" Hongxuan was dejected, his head hanging low.

Seeing this, Su Peisheng was actually quite curious—what exactly did the Fourth Prince do when the Emperor summoned him today, that made the Prince have a dark face as soon as he returned from the Emperor's audience, and that he himself dared not go to see the Prince.

Hongxuan really doesn't dare to see the Fourth Master now, after all, he has sent Xiao Li to keep an eye on his father.

According to Leonardo DiCaprio, when his father returned, he had a dark face, like a moving iceberg.

However, perhaps Ama's dark expression has nothing to do with him?

Hongxuan, clinging to a sliver of hope, thought that perhaps his father had not been summoned by the Emperor, and that the others who had been summoned by the Emperor had not seen the painting he had made.

So, he asked Su Peisheng in an expectant tone, "Su Anda, could you ask where Father just came from?"

Su Peisheng did not believe that the answer to this question could not be revealed to Hongxuan, so he replied, "I just came back from His Majesty's place."

"Thump!" In an instant, all hope vanished, and a heavy weight seemed to press down on my heart.

Under such circumstances, how could Hongxuan not feel uneasy?

Sure enough, feeling uneasy, he kept following behind Su Peisheng, but he walked slower and slower, and the distance between them grew further and further.

Su Peisheng sensed something was wrong, turned his head slightly to look back, stopped walking, and became even more curious.

Unfortunately, the master wouldn't tell me, and I didn't want to be curious.

"Fourth Prince, you're walking too slowly. Should I have someone carry you over?" Su Peisheng urged, seeing that Hongxuan was walking too slowly.

Hongxuan glared at Su Peisheng. Although he was still worried about his father's anger, Su Peisheng had already provoked him so much. If he still needed someone to carry him, how could he face people? After all, he was already so old!

So, in a fit of desperation, he said, "No need." Before he finished speaking, he quickly walked forward.

Because the place they were staying in this time was not as big as the Prince's mansion, Hongxuan quickly arrived at the Fourth Prince's temporary study under the guidance of Su Peisheng.

Su Peisheng stopped and turned to Hongxuan, saying, "Brother, please come in with me. The master just said that there is no need to inform him again; just go in directly."

Hongxuan nodded, his heart pounding.

With a creak, Su Peisheng opened the door himself, then stepped aside and bowed to Hongxuan, saying, "Fourth Prince, please!"

"Phew!" Hongxuan let out a deep breath, then strode into the house.

As soon as Hongxuan went in, the door behind him was closed.

The loud "bang!" made Hongxuan, who had already prepared himself mentally, start pounding in his chest again.

He took another deep breath, suppressing his unease, and walked towards the Fourth Master. When he arrived in front of the Fourth Master, he immediately knelt down and bowed, saying, "Your son greets Father. May Father be well!"

The Fourth Master sat in the chair without speaking, his face sullen. He kept turning the thumb ring on his hand, and his body seemed to be equipped with a refrigerator, with a continuous stream of cold air emanating from him.

In the sweltering summer heat, Hongxuan instantly felt that the temperature inside the house was significantly lower than outside.

Therefore, knowing even more clearly that his father was in a bad mood, he lowered his head even further.

Time passed slowly. Because the Fourth Master did not call him to get up, Hongxuan remained in the kneeling and bowing position. After a while, Hongxuan felt tired, and his knees were also numb and painful.

Realizing that things couldn't continue like this, Hongxuan secretly glanced at the Fourth Master and found that he was just deep in thought with a sullen face. He didn't seem as scary as he had imagined.

So, she boldly called out to the Fourth Master, "Father~!" Her slightly coquettish voice, coupled with Hongxuan's doll-like appearance, easily softened people's hearts.

Hongxuan didn't want to do this, after all, he was older now and couldn't act like a baby anymore. But to make things easier, he decided to go for it. In the past, if he acted cute and smiled at his father, he wouldn't get so angry. So, as long as it worked, that was fine.