Yinreng ran for a while before realizing something was wrong and slowly stopped.
I haven't done anything recently, and there's nothing in Yuqing Palace that I can't let Consort Ming see.
Thinking of this, Yinreng patted his chest and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
As you walk in, you see Mingxiu wandering aimlessly around.
Yinreng smiled and said, "Mother Consort Ming, what brings you here today? If there's anything you need to say, you can talk to Baocheng. Baocheng can come over."
Mingxiu glanced at him sideways and said somewhat irritably, "Aren't you welcoming me?"
Yinreng quickly smiled apologetically: "What's wrong? I was just worried about tiring you out. Is there something you need today, Mother Consort Ming?"
Mingxiu glanced at him but didn't say anything more, revealing the purpose of her visit today.
Upon hearing Mingxiu's request, Yinreng's lips twitched. He was still just a child, and they were already making him do chores. As expected, the cat was right; the emperor's son was just a corporate slave.
It would be best if Father Emperor had more sons, so that he wouldn't always have to be ordered around by them.
But for now, he could only dream about it. Yinreng had no choice but to accept reality and start helping Mingxiu draw pictures.
but……
"Oh dear, no, we want this shape for the bedroom. Make this part bigger, doesn't it look nice?"
"And here, don't put it here. I'm thinking of leaning against it later. Is there enough space here?"
"And here too."
"I'd like to hang a sheer curtain here; please remember to leave room for it."
Mingxiu chattered on and on about her ideas, while Yinreng's expression grew increasingly grim. It wasn't until evening that he finally managed to roughly complete the drawing.
Mingxiu even got a free meal here.
During dinner, Mingxiu ate with great relish. The imperial kitchen's cooking skills were excellent, and Mingxiu enjoyed her meal very much.
While eating, she kept putting food on Yinreng's plate.
Looking at Yinreng with a puzzled expression, who had a poor appetite, Baocheng asked, "Baocheng, why aren't you eating? Is your appetite bad, or is the food not suitable? Should we have them make some more?"
Yinreng smiled with difficulty: "No, no, I just ate too many pastries today. Some of them won't be here tonight. Please have more, Mother Consort."
Mingxiu nodded, still advising him to eat properly.
Once Mingxiu's figure disappeared, Yinreng's face fell. Looking at his hands, he had no idea what he had drawn that day.
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