It was already late at night, and the light in the imperial study was still on.
I have been busy with my affairs recently. From early morning to this moment, I forgot all about sleep and food, and stayed in the Imperial Study Room.
The palace maid held a big red lantern, and the jacarandas stood quietly, looking over here.
"Your Majesty, are you going to see your Majesty?" the palace maid reminded in a low voice.
"Okay." Huaying responded and walked towards the imperial study room.
In front of the Imperial Study Room, Hua Ying stopped and the maids were waiting there.
When the guards saw Hua Ying coming, they were about to send a message. Hua Ying made a gesture and told them not to disturb Qi Xingchen.
Hua Ying gently pushed the door open and walked in. Looking over, Qi Xingchen was sitting in front of the fragrant wood table, sleeping with her head on one hand and her eyes closed.
Since he was tired, he didn't go back to the palace to rest. Huaying could not help but feel a little heartbroken, so she tiptoed over, took off the robe on the side, and put it on for him.
There were several large stacks of memorials on the table. Hua Ying picked one up, flipped through it, and put it back in its place.
These memorials were not of great importance. Hua Ying had to persuade him not to tire himself out.
There was also a beautifully crafted flower tube on the desk, which quickly caught Hua Ying's attention. Hua Ying picked up the painting tube, which contained a scroll painting.
Qi Xingchen is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He has long heard that he is an excellent painter. The two paintings of mountains and rivers hanging in his study were painted by Qi Xingchen.
The flower jacaranda unfolded the paper, and the painting was a portrait of a woman. At first glance, the woman had a beautiful appearance and a pure temperament.
Is this a painting by Qi Xingchen? Huaying took a closer look and felt that the woman in the painting looked familiar.
Qingwen!
Hua Ying was startled. The portrait of this woman did indeed look like Qingwen, especially her pair of bright and lively red phoenix eyes, which were very expressive.
"How could this happen?" Hua Ying was confused, wondering why Qi Xingchen would paint for Qingwen.
Hua Ying put the painting away and put it back into the painting tube. With a displeased expression on her face, she slipped her hand and the painting tube knocked the memorial off the table.
Qi Xingchen woke up with a sound and saw Hua Ying smiling: "After love, did you come to see me specially?"
"I..." Hua Ying wanted to express her confusion, but she didn't want to doubt him.
"What's wrong?"
"Xingchen, they all say that emperors love each other...will you also be attracted to other women?" Hua Ying asked implicitly.
"Hahaha, there is no one in the world who can match the beauty of my beloved wife, why should I be attracted to her woman." Qi Xingchen said with a smile.
His words made her heart drop, and Huaying asked again: "If I lost my beauty, would you still love me consistently?"
Qi Xingchen was stunned, hesitated slightly, and replied: "Of course."
"You are not decisive at all. You are clearly lying."
"No, I only love you, Xilinghuaying, no matter what you become."
"If I turn into an ugly monster, how can you still love me?"
"Okay, if you turn out to be ugly, I will dig out my own eyes. You will always be the most beautiful in my heart."
"..."
"Do you want me to swear an oath to heaven to make you happy?" Qi Xingchen reached out and held Hua Ying in his arms, "Hua Ying, I love you, never because of your appearance."
"If I was ugly at first, would you still like me?"
"Well, tell the truth or a lie?" The truth is that it is impossible to fall in love with an ugly monster in the first place. If Hua Ying becomes ugly now, Qi Xingchen must continue to love an ugly monster.
The corners of Huaying's mouth twitched slightly: "Forget it, it's better if I don't listen."
Qi Xingchen responded with a smile: "Love is really smart."
Hua Ying didn't want to doubt their feelings. After so much life and death, any distrust would be blasphemy, but the recent signs were indeed abnormal.