There is an old story of an emperor who would skip the morning court session for the sake of a beautiful woman. After enjoying three days of being with his beloved, Yinreng refused to return to the Forbidden City.
Although the people by his side are the same, returning to the palace means taking on the responsibilities of the crown prince, making it impossible to truly enjoy a carefree life.
"When we're old and lonely, we'll travel all over the Qing Dynasty and not worry about any other miscellaneous things." Yinreng put his arm around Tong Wanyan's waist, reluctant to take one last look at the estate.
Tong Wanyan thought the same as him. After soaking in the hot springs for a few days, she felt that she looked more radiant and beautiful than before when she looked in the mirror and did her makeup in the morning.
"I'll listen to you, sir," Tong Wanyan said softly.
She didn't know if her future path would follow the same pattern as history; if she were imprisoned, it would be impossible for her to travel all over the Qing Dynasty.
But so what? She will always be by his side.
The Forbidden City stood majestically and silently with its gates tightly shut. As Yinreng's carriage slowly drove in, the guards opened the gates without needing to investigate.
The palace path was paved with bluestone slabs, the palace walls were vermilion, and the palace maids and eunuchs walked with their heads down and their faces solemn and respectful.
Tong Wanyan looked out through the car window curtains that were occasionally blown by the wind.
Even though the sky inside the Forbidden City is just as vast and blue as the sky outside, it still makes people feel oppressed.
A somber mood permeated the carriage.
Yinreng held Tong Wanyan's hand; he loved holding her hand and cradling it in his palm.
"I'll be home soon," Yinreng said.
The Forbidden City was his home, and it was also Tong Wanyan's home. Even if, in the eyes of outsiders, it was a behemoth that devoured the youthful years of countless women, with turbulent undercurrents, it was still their home.
Tong Wanyan smiled, her gaze towards Yinreng filled with warmth.
"Hmm, I wonder if Tana and Hongzhao have been arguing these past few days?" Tong Wanyan said with a loving mother's smile.
She sighed, "I'm not even twenty yet, but I'm already a mother of two. Time seems to fly by so fast, my lord. Have I gotten any wrinkles yet?"
Yinreng was surprised by how quickly her thoughts jumped around. He leaned closer and looked at her closely. She had long, curled, thick eyelashes, eyebrows like distant mountains, a straight nose, cherry lips, beautiful eyes full of affection and coquettishness, and a face with no visible pores but only fine downy hair.
"Your beauty is flawless, breathtaking. I often think, how biased must I be, that God created such a fairy daughter as you." Yinreng couldn't help but steal kisses one after another.
The person you love by your bedside, whom you can look at every day without getting tired of them, will make you love them even more with each glance.
He was truly lucky.
Tong Wanyan's face was covered in saliva, and she didn't want to wipe it off with a handkerchief.
Actually, she also wanted to secretly kiss Yinreng a few times.
Thinking it through and acting on it, Tong Wanyan calculated that there was still some distance to Yuqing Palace. After switching from a carriage to a sedan chair, her pace slowed down even more.
She moved closer to Yinreng little by little, and in return, kissed him on the cheek.
It's soft and has a nice texture.
"My lord, Consort, we have arrived at Yuqing Palace. Please alight from the sedan chair." Deshun announced in a high-pitched voice as they arrived at the entrance of Yuqing Palace.
Tong Wanyan sat up straight, her face flushed, and wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief.
"My lord, is my makeup alright?" Tong Wanyan asked worriedly.
Yinreng smiled confidently: "As beautiful as ever."
Yinreng got out of the sedan chair first, and then helped Tong Wanyan from outside.
Inside Yuqing Palace, taking advantage of the cubs' natural affinity for their mother, the unaware Tana and Hongzhao had already started making a fuss.
They smelled their mother's sweet scent; they missed their mother.
Of course, they also wanted a simple-minded father who was a little uglier than their mother.
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