Yinreng held Tong Wanyan's face in his hands. He looked fragile, and his red lips were like cherries in May, so beautiful that one wanted to take a bite.
Tong Wanyan couldn't resist and leaned over to peck him on the lips.
"So sweet!" Tong Wanyan licked her lips and said in a cheeky manner.
Yinreng was caught between tears and laughter, his carefully crafted sentimental reminiscence of the past completely ruined.
"You," Yinreng said helplessly, pinching her cheek.
Tong Wanyan tilted her head to look at his face and said in a serious tone, "Your Excellency is truly a feast for the eyes."
"From the moment I married into Yuqing Palace and saw you, I felt that I had met you in this life, and I would have no regrets even if I died right now. So, please don't think that you weren't good enough to me back then. All along, my Yinreng has only gotten better and better to me." Tong Wanyan hugged his neck and buried her face in his neck.
Yinreng was deeply moved, but he forced himself to remain calm.
His fingertips trembled, but he pretended to be angry and said, "You've gotten quite bold, daring to call me by my name."
Tong Wanyan looked at him slyly and grinned mischievously: "Did I call you that too little before?"
Instantly, Yinreng blushed from the roots of his ears to the tips, his innocent expression unbelievable.
"Oh my, is Master shy?" Tong Wanyan pinched his ear in surprise; it was burning red.
It's rare to see someone who's been so affectionate with another woman for over ten years still getting shy.
Yinreng had no choice but to let her cause trouble.
After commotion for a while, Tong Wanyan saw the portrait hanging in the room.
The painting depicts Yinreng walking at the end of the path, his silhouette captured in just a few strokes, yet exuding elegance and charm.
"Master, haven't we painted in a long time?" Tong Wanyan asked.
Yinreng casually replied, "Didn't you and the Crown Princess just paint a pear blossom picture a few days ago?"
Tong Wanyan looked at him without saying a word.
Yinreng was jolted awake; his survival instinct kicked in, and he turned around to look in the direction of her gaze.
"I will paint a portrait of a beautiful woman for you." Upon seeing his own portrait, Yinreng immediately understood Tong Wanyan's meaning.
Tong Wanyan thought for a moment: "It's no fun if only you paint. Why don't we cut a larger piece of Xuan paper, lay it on the table, and I'll paint you, and you paint me?"
"That's an interesting idea," Yinreng raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
It's a private pleasure to draw left and right, and it doesn't matter if the drawing is a mess.
"I'll listen to you," Yinreng readily agreed.
After giving the order, De Shun and his apprentice Ji Xiang hurriedly went to fetch the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone for painting.
When Tana brought Hongsheng over, she was astonished to see her father and mother painting together.
It was created spontaneously, without the need to be fully immersed in the painting or disturbed by others.
Yinreng saw his daughter first, and he smiled faintly: "Come and take a look?"
Tana covered her eyes and gasped softly.
Even after all these years, Ama is still so beautiful.
Fortunately, she found Danjin and arranged for him to be her childhood sweetheart early on. Otherwise, with her high standards, she probably wouldn't have been interested in anyone.
Tana patted Hongsheng's little head: "Hongsheng."
"Sister?" Hong Sheng stopped his excited steps and looked up in confusion.
"You should visit the Imperial Concubine's quarters more often and see if there are any pretty young girls there," Tana said with deep concern.
Tong Wanyan put down her pen, raised the corner of her eye, and looked at her two children with a smile.
"If you tell Hongsheng this, will he understand?" Tong Wanyan beckoned Tana over: "You be the judge, who paints better, me or your father?"
Hongsheng was completely bewildered, not understanding what riddle his mother and sister were playing.
He scratched his head, parted ways with Tana, and stood alone on one side.
"Father, what did my sister mean by what she just said?" Hongsheng asked, not understanding.
Yinreng said, "You'll understand when you grow up."
“I’m already ten years old, I’m a big kid now,” Hongsheng said.
“They’re children too,” Tong Wanyan said.
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