Chapter 644 Yi'er's Little Thoughts
The servant at the entrance of the Cheng residence recognized Yi'er. Upon seeing him, he approached respectfully and said, "Your Highness, are you wishing to enter the residence?"
Yi'er, who was usually calm, turned away like a startled deer in a field and said, "No, I won't go into the manor."
After saying that, he turned and quickly left.
The two eunuchs who were waiting nearby quickly followed.
After leaving the Cheng residence quickly, Yi'er arrived at Mr. Yuan's residence.
Mr. Yuan was playing with his daughter.
A year ago, Dong'er gave birth to a daughter for him, and now he cherishes her like a precious treasure.
Upon seeing Yi'er suddenly arrive at the residence, he quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Yi'er was already used to the etiquette in the palace, and gently helped him up, saying, "Sir, there's no need for such formalities."
Mr. Yuan quickly dismissed everyone around him, leaving only the two of them.
He put aside his earlier awkwardness and asked Yi'er, "Your Highness, what brings you here so suddenly?"
Yi'er looked troubled and sat down on the chair in front of the two of them. "Today my mother asked me if I had someone I liked..."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yuan chuckled and asked, "So, do you think it exists or not?"
Yi'er looked blank and said, "I don't know what a sweetheart is. The only women around me are my mother, my sister, and my aunt."
Mr. Yuan stared at him and said, "Then you should tell the Empress that you don't have a sweetheart."
Yi'er looked up and said, "That won't do. If I say I don't have someone I love, my mother will definitely find me another Crown Princess."
Mr. Yuan squinted and smiled even more broadly, “Since you’re going to marry the Crown Princess anyway, why don’t you have your mother find one for you? That would be perfect.”
"Maybe after you get married, you'll know what it means to have someone you truly love."
As if something had been touched on, Yi'er immediately retorted, "No, absolutely not."
Mr. Yuan sensed something amiss and asked in a low voice, "Whom is Your Highness thinking of?"
Yi'er immediately retorted, "No, I just don't want to get married so early. Mr. Yuan, I apologize for the sudden visit today. Please don't take offense."
He slowly rose and bowed to Mr. Yuan.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Mr. Yuan did not stop him, but said meaningfully, "Your Highness, who were you thinking about just now? Perhaps it is the person you admire. You should hurry up, or if someone else beats you to it, even if you are the Crown Prince, you will be powerless to stop it."
Yi'er bowed and said, "Yes, sir."
Mr. Yuan sent someone to escort him out.
He came and went in a hurry, but he kept Mr. Yuan's words in his heart.
The next day.
Mianmian and Cheng Wan'er came to Du Wanchun's palace and helped Du Wanchun paint.
In a few days it will be Aunt Zhou's birthday, and Du Wanchun wants to embroider a dress for her herself.
Cheng Wan'er and Mianmian offered to draw patterns for her.
Aunt Zhou liked many flowers, so Du Wanchun decided to embroider crabapple blossoms.
Since Cheng Wan'er recovered her hand, she has become a skilled painter and has gradually gained a considerable reputation in the capital.
Several years have passed, and it has become so valuable that it is now priceless.
Du Wanchun liked her very much; seeing her reminded him of his past self.
She took out her treasured calligraphy set and handed it to Cheng Wan'er, saying, "Come on, you start painting, we'll wait here."
Cheng Wan'er bowed to Du Wanchun and said, "Yes, Your Majesty the Empress."
She took the writing implements and placed them on the table, then began to paint with great skill.
Mianmian watched from the side; she enjoyed watching Cheng Wan'er paint.
I especially love watching her draw herself; the little portraits she draws are exactly like her.
It's so realistic that you can see the eyelashes on the face clearly.
Cheng Wan'er drew very quickly and finished in no time.
Each blooming crabapple blossom is incredibly lifelike.
Du Wanchun was stunned for a moment, and even a little confused as to whether they were real or fake flowers.
She was a villain who had lived two lives, and this was the first time she had ever seen such superb painting skills.
"This painting is really well done!" Du Wanchun held the painting in her hands and stared at it intently.
"It looks exactly like a freshly picked crabapple blossom." She couldn't help but praise it again.
Cheng Wan'er was a little shy, but she was also generous and poised. She bowed gracefully to Du Wanchun and said, "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. Would Your Majesty like any other patterns? I can draw them all."
Du Wanchun thought for a moment and said, "Paint another white lotus, Yi'er likes it."
Cheng Wan'er blushed noticeably when the name Yi'er was mentioned.
However, the touch of red quickly disappeared, and she bowed and said, "Very well, this humble woman will begin painting."
Cheng Wan'er got up and went to the table. With practiced movements, she laid out the paper again, mixed colors, and began to paint.
Ever since Cheng Wan'er received the comb from Yi'er, she had kept it in mind. This was the first time someone had ever given her such a personal gift.
Later, she came to the palace as a companion to the princess and often saw Yi'er.
Out of courtesy, she always watched from afar.
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