Yunyi disliked him, and even resisted him from the bottom of her heart.
This realization greatly frustrated Hua Changge.
That day, after leaving Yunhe Palace, he summoned Consort Lian, intending for her to go and persuade Yunyi, and to do some ideological work with her.
Consort Lian was known in the palace for her gentleness, virtue, generosity, and propriety, making her the most suitable person to persuade Yunyi.
That being said, by the evening of the second day, before Consort Lian had even made a move, Hua Changge summoned Rong Chang again.
Soft moonlight streamed down into the pavilion.
Hua Changge, dressed in a black brocade robe, sat behind a stone table with his tall and perfect figure. He held a brush in his hand, and it was unclear what he was drawing on the paper on the stone table.
"Your Majesty, this servant will take her leave now."
When Rong Chang went over, it was the voice of the palace maid beside her that drew Hua Changge's attention.
When she looked up, Hua Changge was looking up at her with a leisurely air.
His gaze was deep, and a burning intensity occasionally flickered within his dark eyes.
Recalling her threat to kill herself last night, Rong Shang smiled slowly.
After walking over and bowing, Rong Chang stood and looked at him, saying, "Your Majesty, you still have the interest to paint here so late?"
He slowly looked up at the stone table.
In the painting, a pair of exceptionally expressive and captivating peach blossom eyes stood out prominently.
This is not...
Raising an eyebrow, Rong Shang glanced at Hua Changge.
He happened to look over, and at that moment, his thin, lustrous lips parted slightly. As he spoke, he carefully moved the portrait aside.
"Please sit down."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Rong Shang sat down, and a strong gaze was cast at her from the opposite side from time to time.
Rong Chang lowered her eyes slightly and asked, "When did Your Majesty paint this painting?"
Looking at the eyes in the portrait, the ink had long since dried, only the outline he had just added still showed traces of moist ink.
Rong Shang guessed that these eyes were probably not painted on tonight.
Could it be... last night?
Unfortunately, at that moment, the man's deep, magnetic voice interrupted all her guesses, "A few days ago."
Rong Shang suddenly raised her head, a hint of surprise flashing across her eyes. "A few days ago?"
Wasn't she not married into the Empire yet at that time?
As expected, she guessed right.
Has the Supreme God regained his memories?
She seemed somewhat taken aback, as if deep in thought.
Hua Changge carefully observed her reaction.
Without him even realizing it, a smile appeared in his eyes, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Do you think it looks like it?"
Actually, his drawing wasn't yet to his satisfaction.
If the woman in his dream was incredibly beautiful, then he had at most captured her general essence in a drawing.
Rong Chang nodded slightly, feigning ignorance, "Is the subject depicted in this painting, Your Majesty?"
"Besides you, who else?" Hua Changge replied instantly, his tone exceptionally domineering.
Besides you, who else could make him so deeply attached?
Ke Rongshang responded with an "Oh," appearing rather nonchalant.
Upon seeing this, Hua Changge couldn't help but frown.
He turned his face away, looked at the lotus flowers in the pond thoughtfully, and said, "You are the first person who has ever dared to treat me like this."
Ruthless enough, indifferent enough.
"Your Majesty, I dare not."
Don't dare?
Hua Changge glanced at her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It would be good if you really meant what you said."
I wonder who it was that stubbornly resisted last night with the hairpin.
Thinking about it, Hua Changge coldly retorted, "Who knows, one day you might tear down my roof, and you'll still dare to laugh and say you don't dare."
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