She rested her chin on her hand, gazing tenderly at the man opposite her—the current emperor of the Yun Dynasty, Yun Shu.
Her eyes were full of tenderness, as if she wanted to draw him deep into her gaze.
"Your Majesty, are you not finished yet? I am already tired."
Cui Mi complained in a coquettish voice, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Looking into her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, Yun Shu felt a surge of tenderness welling up in his heart.
He was about to pick up his brush and paint those eyes on the rice paper when his hand suddenly trembled, and the brush spread out a blot of ink on the paper.
He angrily threw the brush to the ground, seemingly venting his dissatisfaction.
He suddenly stood up, ripped his nightgown to the sides, kicked off his boots, and walked straight to the bed.
Seeing this, Cui Mi placed her slender fingers against his chest and softly comforted him, "Your Majesty, my eyes are not as beautiful as my sister's. But my sister has been gone for so many years, yet you have not forgotten her. I am even a little jealous!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Shu's lips curled into a playful smile.
He kissed Cui Mi's neck forcefully as he said, "Why are you jealous of a dead person? As long as I can't forget Cui Jiao, you will always be my beloved Yun Shu. Isn't that better?"
Cui Mi was breathless from his kisses, and she gasped, "Mmm... Your Majesty... please be gentle..."
In the stillness of the night, the curtains swayed gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound.
Cui Mi's soft moans were especially clear in the quiet night.
Overcome with emotion, Yun Shu suddenly called out, "Someone, enter the painting!"
A moment later, a court painter walked in tremblingly.
He knelt on the ground and carefully began to depict the tender love between Yun Shu and Cui Mi on the scroll.
After finishing the painting, the artist Mao Liang presented it to Yun Shu.
Yun Shu peeked at the painting, but was still not very satisfied.
He waved his hand, signaling Mao Liang to step down.
Seeing this, Mao Liang trembled and carefully put away the scroll, retreating cautiously.
Looking at Yun Shu's expression, Cui Mi knew that he wasn't really angry.
She took out a "Beauty Delight" from the side and chewed it carefully, then leaned over and pounced on Yun Shu on the bed again.
"You little vixen!" Yun Shu cursed before being tackled.
His voice, however, was full of doting affection and helplessness.
As the moon rose high in the sky, Cui Mi, who had been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.
She glanced at the man sleeping soundly beside her, and seeing that he didn't react, she got off the bed barefoot and walked to the dressing table.
She stared intently at herself in the bronze mirror, especially at her eyes—eyes that were remarkably similar to those of the deceased Cui Jiao.
After a long while, she gently touched her eyes.
"My dear sister, I envy you so much. Even after being dead for so many years, you are still remembered every day."
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