After a month of careful rest, she finally felt much lighter.

These past few days, every time Jun Zechen came to Xiyan Palace to visit her, his eyes were like a hungry wolf, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

If she hadn't finished her confinement, I'm afraid that bastard would have been unable to suppress his anxiety.

At night, it is quiet and silent.

Su Jingyao sat upright on the couch, concentrating on painting.

She painted peonies. The imperial palace was shrouded in a layer of white snow in winter, and it needed such beautiful and magnificent peonies to embellish it.

Jun Zechen stepped into the bedroom and saw her painting with a pen in hand.

Her cascading hair was scattered freely, and her long eyelashes cast subtle and charming shadows on her face under the candlelight.

She was wearing a silk corseted long dress with a wonderful drape, and her figure was graceful and beautiful.

Su Jingyao noticed his arrival and was about to stand up to greet him, but Jun Zechen had already walked up quickly and sat down behind her.

He stretched out his arms and hugged her slender waist tightly, and said in a low voice: "Continue painting."

Su Jingyao naturally didn't bother to be polite with him and continued to concentrate on completing the peony painting.

Jun Zechen sniffed the faint fragrance on her body, and his hand on her waist couldn't help but rub it gently.

Su Jingyao raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at him.

Let's play something a little different with him today.

Su Jingyao knew that Jun Zechen seemed introverted, but was actually a bit shy, so she decided to take the initiative to see if he could handle it.

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her lips, but Jun Zechen did not see it.

After Su Jingyao finished painting the peony, she wrote a line of small words next to the peony:

The golden lotus is as slender as the peony and it is so translucent that one can’t help but lose one’

When Jun Zechen saw her picking up the pen to write, he thought she was going to compose a poem for Peony. It was only after he saw her finish writing that he suddenly realized something was wrong.

His eyes suddenly darkened and his voice became low and hoarse in her ears.

"What did Yaoyao write?" There was a hint of depression in his voice.

Jun Zechen had been coveting her for a long time since she gave birth to a child, and he was itching to have her. How could this little girl deliberately provoke him?

Su Jingyao turned her head and met Jun Zechen's eyes. Her voice was soft and tender, and her face showed a shy expression as if she wanted to speak but was too shy.

"Your Highness, don't you understand?"

There was a hint of provocation in her tone.

Jun Zechen narrowed his eyes slightly, "In this case, Yaoyao, don't beg for mercy."

Since she was so proactive tonight, why should he suppress himself? He had originally planned to eat her up tonight.

He had thought that since they hadn't met for such a long time, she would be gentler to him, but he didn't expect that she would be so inconsiderate to him!

Jun Zechen gently but unquestionably held Su Jingyao onto his lap.

The delicate woman also leaned softly on the man's solid body like a willow in the wind.

"Your Highness, don't..."

Jun Zechen's mouth corners slightly raised, he chuckled, then slowly picked up the pen and continued to write under her small handwriting:

Two lotus flowers in full bloom, and a branch of peony.

After finishing writing, he gently put down the pen and turned the person over slowly with gentle hands.

The dark and mysterious eyes as deep as a pool were fixed closely with her charming and attractive eyes.

"How's my writing?"

Su Jingyao glanced at the drawing paper lightly, and glared at him fiercely with her charming eyes, which seemed to contain both anger and resentment.

He asked whether it was well written or well done!

"Your Highness should be a person who cherishes flowers."

There was a hint of grievance in Su Jingyao's voice.

The corners of Jun Zechen's mouth slowly lifted into a playful smile that seemed to contain endless meaning.

He did not respond to Su Jingyao. He pinched her slender waist with one hand and picked up the pen again with the other hand.

Dewdrops fell on the peonies, making the peonies in the painting look even more beautiful.

His expression was focused and serious.

Then he wrote in a flamboyant manner: Peony in the Cold Dew, ** talking about Yin.

After putting pen to paper, he looked at Su Jingyao straight and unreservedly with eyes that seemed to have the power to eat people, his eyes full of passion and amusement.

"The peony flowers are already so gorgeous, don't I love them enough?"

Jun Zechen's voice was a bit lazy and evil.

When Su Jingyao heard this, she took another look at the words on the drawing paper. Her face instantly became flushed like the sunset, and her eyes were as charming as silk, as if they could capture people's souls.

How could she have complete control over her body!

It’s because the man in front of me is too good at “breaking the rules”!

Jun Zechen is worthy of being the male lead, his amazing abilities are truly astonishing.

Not only could he understand her thoughts in seconds, he could even draw inferences from her and tease her wantonly.

"Your Highness!" Su Jingyao shouted angrily.

Jun Zechen whispered something maliciously in her ear.

Su Jingyao didn't want to understand, but she seemed to understand it vaguely.

Just do it, humph.

Seeing this, Jun Zechen could no longer hold back the impulse in his heart, and leaned over and fiercely kissed her red lips that were as delicate as petals.

How can you be so well behaved!

Su Jingyao responded while holding his face, and the branches outside the window swayed in the wind.

Half an hour later, the domineering and aggressiveness that had been there and not there on Jun Zechen's body gradually faded away.

Instead, there is a gradually deepening tenderness.

His eyes became extremely gentle, like the warm sunshine in spring, shining directly on Su Jingyao.

He lowered his head slightly and put his lips gently close to Su Jingyao's ear. His warm breath brushed past her ears, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Yaoyao, I'll write two lines for you. I want to read what you wrote."

His voice was deep and magnetic, with an irresistible charm that made Su Jingyao involuntarily obey his words.

Su Jingyao's hands trembled slightly. She picked up the pen and her slender fingers tightly grasped the pen.

Her eyes fell on the peony flower in front of her. She had painted willow branches next to the peony, and the willow branches were swaying in the wind, as if dancing.

Then, she wrote the following inscription stroke by stroke:

Willow branches are swaying, ** is gently opened, ** peonies are blooming.

After writing, her face instantly turned red, like a ripe cherry, and then she shyly snuggled into Jun Zechen's arms, not daring to look at him.

Jun Zechen looked at the inscription and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

It is quite appropriate for the scene and complements the painting in front of me.

This painting is his!

Then he hugged Su Jingyao tighter.

This joy is even better and lives up to the spring mood.