Without allowing Tong Wanyan any room for doubt, Yinreng forcefully pulled her into his arms.
The guards were still holding the reins, so there was no need to worry about falling off and getting injured while switching horses in mid-air.
Once everyone was comfortably seated in Yinreng's lap, the guards, sensing the danger, released the reins and stepped aside.
The road ahead has been thoroughly checked to ensure that no one will suddenly appear to try and attract the Crown Prince's attention.
Yinreng held her tightly in his arms: "I must ride faster, Xiao Yan is afraid, so hold on tight to me."
"My lord, I beat you in the horse race last time," Tong Wanyan said bluntly.
Yinreng's eyes flickered: "Wouldn't it be better not to bring up such a mood-killer?"
He simply wanted to ride a horse at full speed, to make his darling scream in fear in his arms, and then he would protect her with his broad chest and strong arms, earning her grateful and adoring gaze.
It was so beautiful in my imagination, but alas, the beauty was one who could kill a tiger.
Yinreng said listlessly, "I used to think I was a perfect crown prince, capable of everything and excellent in every way. But ever since I met you, I feel like I'm not as good as you."
The sound of horses' hooves clattered, much to Tong Wanyan's surprise.
"I don't understand politics, Your Majesty. I don't know poetry or prose either. I can only recite a few good poems, and my handwriting is passable. As for talent and intelligence, I can't even compare to a hair on Your Majesty's head. Your Majesty is the most outstanding man I have ever met." Tong Wanyan looked at Yinreng with increasing admiration as she spoke.
The people raised by the best of the entire Qing Dynasty were almost perfect, except for occasional arrogance.
Yinreng smiled smugly, and Tong Wanyan, hearing his muffled laughter, suddenly realized what was going on.
This person is using a feigned retreat to advance, pretending to be pitiful to trick her.
"How mean you are, pretending to be pitiful," Tong Wanyan complained coquettishly.
Yinreng smiled mischievously: "Then, does Xiaoyan like it?"
"I like it," Tong Wanyan replied crisply.
Yinreng was overjoyed to hear this, and his whole body seemed to glow with happiness, full of energy.
With a flick of his whip, he nimbly plucked a branch of plum blossoms from the plum tree beside him.
This little trick successfully won the beauty's smile.
"Here you go." Yinreng held the reins with one hand and handed the flowers to Tong Wanyan with the other.
The bright red plum blossoms, unrestrained and passionate, dominate the eyes of those who look at them with the most domineering attitude.
Tong Wanyan smiled broadly, her beautiful eyes curving into crescent shapes.
"Flowers go well with beautiful women, don't you think?" Tong Wanyan said with a smile, tilting her head as she hugged the flower branch.
Yinreng looked her over and said, "Xiao Yan's beauty is unparalleled; even flowers cannot compare to your beauty."
These compliments warmed Tong Wanyan's heart.
She giggled, her crescent-shaped eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.
Yinreng was smug and proud; the storybooks he had secretly read a few days ago were correct.
Women need to be pampered more to become more beautiful.
Delicate flowers need to be pampered, and his little face needs to be protected with all the gentleness and beauty in the world.
"Tomorrow, wear the orange-red dress you brought. It'll be warmer and look better in winter," Yinreng said affectionately, kissing her cheek.
"Then what kind of jewelry should we wear with it?" Tong Wanyan asked curiously.
Yinreng thought about it carefully: "How about pearl headdress? The South Sea pearls made by the Imperial Household Department last month would suit you."
"What will you wear, sir?" Tong Wanyan continued to ask, her laughter mischievous.
Yinreng looked at him nervously: "The other one, orange-yellow, is it for me? It's too girly, I won't wear it."
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