The moment Tong Wanyan appeared, even the air seemed to soften.
Yinreng's proud and arrogant expression instantly transformed into one of tenderness and barely suppressed joy.
The robe in Xiao Yan's arms must have been made for him; the color and the embroidery were exactly to his liking.
"This robe looks nice. Is it for my brother-in-law, Tong?" Yinreng asked indirectly.
Tong Wanyan unfolded the robe and placed it in front of Yinreng: "Besides Hongzhao and a few others, have you ever seen me make clothes for anyone else?"
Yinreng chuckled as he took the robe, carefully touching the smooth fabric with his hands, wishing he could press his face against it and rub it a few times.
De Shun and the other servants were used to this. The day the two masters stopped being so affectionate would be the day something truly terrible happened in Yuqing Palace. Some looked up, some looked down; they could look anywhere but at their masters' affectionate display.
Yinreng knew that the servants didn't dare to stare at him and Tong Wanyan. He held the robe and looked at it several times with satisfaction, unable to get enough of looking at it.
"I'll wear this tomorrow. The sun is blazing outside, and your face is all red. Come inside and cool off." Carefully putting away the robe, Yinreng looked at Tong Wanyan's flushed cheeks and tenderly wiped her face with his sleeve.
Undeterred by the heat, Tong Wanyan silently watched as a smear of powder appeared on Yinreng's sleeve.
The blush on her cheeks was from applying blush; it had absolutely nothing to do with sunburn.
"Master, your arrival is just in time. Xia Zhu just added an ice basin, and now the room is almost cool." Tong Wanyan held her breath but couldn't help but say.
Yinreng glanced at the asymmetrical blush on Tong Wanyan's cheeks, and hurriedly raised his sleeve to sniff. A strong scent of cosmetics wafted from her.
"This cosmetic is no good; it's gone with just a light touch. Deshun, have the Imperial Household Department send over a new batch of rouge. They've gotten too bold, daring to fool Yuqing Palace." Yinreng stubbornly refused to admit that it was his fault.
As he walked, he was sheltered by umbrellas and fanned by people running alongside him, and he was drenched in sweat.
So hot and dizzy, he completely forgot that his sweetheart was different from everyone else, unaffected by the heat.
Tong Wanyan smiled lightly, and Yinreng's heart skipped a beat.
"When I have some free time tomorrow, I'll personally pick the flowers, crush them, and make rouge for you." Yinreng half-embraced Tong Wanyan's waist, led her into the house, and quickly closed the door.
There were only two people in the room, and Yinreng was completely shameless.
"My darling is truly beautiful. From ancient times to the present, no one can compare to her stunning beauty. Even Bao Si, Da Ji, Xi Shi, and Diao Chan would pale in comparison if they stood next to her. In my opinion, the rouge and powder used by mortals are hardly worthy of a goddess in heaven. Only peonies from the Celestial Palace paired with the celestial dew of the Queen Mother of the West are worthy of my darling's touch on her face."
Yinreng wrapped his arms around Tong Wanyan's waist and buried his head directly in Tong Wanyan's chest.
He managed to deliver such a long speech without getting breathless, and he spoke it fluently – that takes real skill.
Tong Wanyan didn't use much force; she gently pried apart Yinreng's tightly clasped hands.
She leisurely lay down on the chaise longue, and Yinreng clung to her, skillfully sitting on the chaise longue and massaging her calves.
The little darling seems about to throw a tantrum.
Yinreng smiled ingratiatingly and then bent down to steal a kiss.
Tong Wanyan raised her index finger, tapped Yinreng's forehead, and pushed him away. The action was almost identical to when Yinreng poked Tana's forehead with his finger.
"Please sit down properly, sir," Tong Wanyan said.
Yinreng immediately straightened his posture, his expression serious, as upright as could be.
"I heard that Master ran away because of Tana?" Tong Wanyan glanced at the fruit plate next to her.
Yinreng understood, took a piece of fruit stuck in a silver skewer, and held it to her lips, feeling relieved. As long as it wasn't the Emperor complaining, Tana and the others were no match for him.
"How could I possibly argue with them? I am the most important person in Xiao Yan's heart. They are young and ignorant, and they think they can compare to me. In a few years, they will understand that my position is unshakeable." Yinreng raised his face, smugly.
The serious expression he had just managed to maintain was completely ruined.
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