at the same time.
Fuyao Palace.
The attendant filled the golden censer with charcoal. Fu Yijing was wearing a light, summer dress. He sat on a small, delicate rosewood chair, a book in hand, his face as bright as a flower.
Opposite him, Ling Shumo sat in front of the drawing board, writing with a delicate and elegant handsome man coming to life on the paper.
Fu Yijing's smile froze. "Your Highness, how long are you going to continue painting? I can hardly hold on any longer."
Ling Shumo pressed down the dark side of the canvas, "Okay, okay, stop pushing me, you can move now."
Fu Yijing's shoulders relaxed immediately. He casually placed the book in his hand on the table beside him and trotted over to Ling Shumo with great interest. His eyes fell on the canvas and he said in a surprised voice, "Your Highness's painting skills are really amazing. This one on the canvas is much more beautiful than me."
Ling Shumo rinsed her paintbrush in the bucket, then looked up at Fu Yijing and couldn't help but smile. "No matter how beautiful the person on the canvas is, they are just dead objects. In my eyes, you are a thousand times more vivid and beautiful than the person in the painting."
Hearing Ling Shumo's praise, Fu Yijing's eyes curved into crescents. Ling Shumo let go of the paintbrush in her hand, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and kissed him. The two of them kissed passionately and soon they were stuck together.
The tip of his nose was filled with the faint scent of ink emanating from Ling Shumo's body. Fu Yijing felt as if his heart was wrapped in a full sense of happiness, and his mouth was filled with the sweet taste of honey.
Shangguan Xu's personality was exactly as he had learned before entering the Eastern Palace: irritable, quick-tempered, and brainless. He didn't even need to put in any more thought; Shangguan Xu could have gotten himself grounded.
Fu Yijing's hand tightly grasped the corner of Ling Shumo's clothes. The next moment, he tripped over his left foot and fell backward onto the bed. Ling Shumo's outer robe was directly pulled off by him, and the ties of her inner garment also loosened in the tug.
Fu Yijing stared at Ling Shumo with a charming look in his eyes. Seeing that Ling Shumo hadn't made any big moves for a long time, he called out in a strangled voice, "Your Highness..."
Ling Shumo felt the arm that Fu Yijing was holding go numb immediately. She tore open her loosened undershirt and pressed her whole body towards Fu Yijing.
Fu Yijing's cheeks flushed crimson as he muttered, "Your Highness, please, I beg you... please don't do this! The bed curtains haven't even been drawn yet." But his body didn't even move in resistance. He even wrapped his arms around Ling Shumo's waist and abdomen, his lips pressing directly against her exposed shoulder, panting softly.
Ling Shumo reached back to touch Fu Yijing's hand that was messing with her waist, held it down, then turned her head and roughly blocked Fu Yijing's lips.
On the bed.
The two bodies were entangled together.
Fu Yijing felt as if he was experiencing the ultimate pleasure from body to mind. He no longer pretended to be reserved and responded to Ling Shumo's attack directly and passionately.
Your Highness can have other men around him, but the one Your Highness loves the most must be him.
He, Fu Yijing, and His Highness the Crown Princess were a match made in heaven. Shangguan Xu could never snatch His Highness away from him. No man in the Eastern Palace could take away His Highness's favor. He would personally send anyone who stood in the way of their relationship to hell.
…
The next day.
Xiwu ran into Ling Shumo by chance by the Bibo Lake. After a night of romance, he was promoted to a sixth-rank attendant. Bohe originally thought that Xiwu would also move into the South Courtyard to accompany him, but he never expected that not long after, he heard that Xiwu had moved into the side hall of Furong Palace.
Hibiscus Palace was Chu Changying's residence. Although Chu Changying had now gone to a Taoist temple for retreat, his title and courtyard were preserved intact. Xiwu nominally moved into a side hall, but Chu Changying, the master of Hibiscus Palace, was not there. In reality, he was treated no differently than the master of the palace.
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