Tong Wanyan scrutinized Yinreng closely, staring intently at him until she felt a chill run down her spine, before a gentle smile appeared on her lips.
Yinreng felt a sudden, uneasy fear; he sensed that her smile held a hint of malice.
"Xiao Yan, your smile makes me a little uneasy," Yinreng said.
Tong Wanyan smiled even more gently: "What's the panic? I just found that you understand me exceptionally well, and know that I'm a man who appreciates good looks."
He not only favored beautiful women, but also doted on handsome men and eunuchs. History clearly records that the deposed Crown Prince Yinreng was indiscriminate in his affections for women, regardless of gender.
"I love beautiful women, and isn't Xiao Yan the most beautiful? Having the most precious one, I won't fall for anyone else." Yinreng keenly sensed a hint of danger; if he didn't answer properly, he might not be able to get into Tong Wanyan's bed tonight.
What kind of man can't sleep with his wife in his arms? Yinreng resolutely defended his rights.
Tong Wanyan raised an eyebrow and gave a soft hum.
Yinreng quickly grabbed her small hand, his movement so sudden that he almost knocked over the wooden bucket.
"Be careful, what if you fall?" Tong Wanyan wasn't really angry; she was just teasing Yinreng.
"It's good that Xiao Yan doesn't misunderstand me. In ancient times, there were those who would risk everything for a beautiful woman. Even if I broke my leg, it wouldn't matter. At worst, I'll just rest for a few days and have some peace and quiet." The more Yinreng spoke, the more he felt it was a good idea.
If he gets tired in the future, he can really give it a try.
"Don't even think about it. What's meant to be mine will still be mine. A few days of leisure will only lead to a mountain of memorials piling up later. Wouldn't that just make things more tiring?" Tong Wanyan calmly shattered Yinreng's unrealistic fantasies.
Yinreng cried out in anguish and collapsed his body and head into Tong Wanyan's arms.
"I'm feeling down, I need Xiao Yan to comfort me," Yinreng said coquettishly.
Such a handsome person, so dashing, suddenly snuggling into your arms and acting all cute—how heart-fluttering!
Tong Wanyan covered Yinreng's eyes with her hand. His eyelashes were beautiful, long and thick, and they tickled when poked in her palm.
"How about a kiss?" Tong Wanyan asked.
"Alright, I'm ready." Yinreng pouted, truly shameless.
There were servants in the room, and even though they kept their heads down and dared not look, Tong Wanyan couldn't bring herself to do such a thing.
She straightened Yinreng's shoulders in an annoyed manner and gently rubbed his temples.
Before he knew it, Yinreng had fallen asleep.
When Tong Wanyan felt that the water for soaking her feet was not warm enough, she stopped the palace maid from adding more hot water.
She said, "Go out and rest. You're allowed to have a little wine today for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but not too much."
Xia Zhule grinned. Martial arts practitioners are often fond of drinking, and she was no exception.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. The Mid-Autumn Moon is full; this servant doesn't worship Chang'e. Chang'e is certainly not as beautiful as Your Majesty," Xia Zhu said sincerely, her words sweet and genuine. This made Tong Wanyan laugh.
The palace maid who was washing the feet removed the wooden tub, wiped the water off the two masters' feet, and then quietly withdrew.
Tong Wanyan easily carried Yinreng to the bed by herself, but unfortunately no one saw this beautiful scene.
When Yinreng woke up, it was already broad daylight.
The bright sun shone on his face, and he stretched comfortably with one hand.
Because Tong Wanyan was sleeping with his arm facing inwards as a pillow.
She had gone to bed early yesterday, so even though Yinreng carefully moved his arm, she still woke up.
"Is the master not attending court today?" Tong Wanyan asked, still half asleep.
The voice was nasal and slightly hoarse, as if the person had just woken up.
Upon hearing this, Yinreng became eager to act. His wolfish gaze instantly snapped Tong Wanyan back to her senses.
Tong Wanyan stared wide-eyed, clutching the blanket tightly, and warily wrapped herself up like a rolled-up flower.
"In broad daylight!" Tong Wanyan cursed at Yinreng.
Yinreng laughed like a beast: "Only in broad daylight can one do beastly things."
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