After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Wan Ning pretended to be angry and snatched the portrait in her hand to examine it carefully. The portrait of herself was very lifelike, even a little too vivid. Her sleeves were stained with dust, her hair was a little messy because of rolling down the hillside, and her cheeks were not very clean, but her eyes were full of worry and concern.

"Okay, okay, I have so many beautiful moments, why did you choose to paint this one? If others see it, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me, the eldest princess?"

"Yanyan, you don't like it?" Ziheng immediately asked with concern.

Wan Ning casually slapped the portrait on his chest and muttered proudly, "It's just okay. The painting is good, but the composition of this scene is a little off. Especially from your angle, when you look from the bottom up, your face looks big and there's no sense of atmosphere."

"I thought you would like it," Ziheng lowered his head and picked up the portrait before his eyes. He reluctantly put it away and said in defense, "I misunderstood. Yanyan, do you still remember the scene in this painting?"

Remember, how could she forget this? She confessed her true identity to a man from the country of Chu who could decide her life or death. She was afraid that he would go back on his word and kill her. She still felt scared when she thought about it now. Fortunately, he was a man of his words and deeds, and he was grateful for the help he had given. When she was hiding in Prince Qi's mansion, he often sent people to deliver things to her, and suddenly kissed her after a long separation. That was their first kiss, with some anger, awkward skills and obvious saliva marks on the corners of his mouth. She still blushes when she thinks about it now.

Wait, Wan Ning suddenly realized something, and immediately turned around and stared at Ziheng with a sharp gaze, as if she wanted to see through him, and asked: "Why is it like this? Did you fall in love with me from this moment? Were you deeply impressed by my fearlessness, cleanliness, and heroic spirit when I saved people, so you want to repay me and marry me?"

Ziheng narrowed his eyes and smiled dotingly at her, his eyes could not leave her body, and he shook his head gently and said, "No."

Hearing this answer, Wan Ning tilted her ears to listen, wanting to see him more clearly, and asked back with a suspicious tone: "Really? Then when did you start to notice me? I guess we didn't have any special contact before?"

Ziheng had already put the portrait away at this time. He couldn't help but reach out and touch her face and hair, his eyes full of love: "Earlier, maybe in the last life, the life before that. When I saw you for the first time, I felt very familiar and as if I had seen you before. I always wanted to get closer to you. Yanyan, when you saved me in the hunting ground, the feeling of wanting to get closer to you was particularly strong, and it was beyond the range of rationality to bear."

When they looked at each other, Wan Ning was defeated again, turned away and deliberately said something counter-intuitive: "It's because of my face that you feel familiar?"

Before she could continue, Ziheng keenly sensed that something was wrong with her mood, and he put his hand on her shoulder from behind, and said firmly: "Yanyan, I have always liked you, it has nothing to do with others, and it has nothing to do with this face. I don't know where the love came from, but it is deep and lasting."

After that, Ziheng slowly walked forward and gently hugged Wan Ning from behind, holding her tightly in his arms, resting his head on her shoulder, and said, "You have never been a substitute for others, Yanyan."

Wan Ning remained silent, tears falling from the corners of her eyes onto the back of Ziheng's hand, which immediately turned from warm to cold. It was because she had been used to the loneliness of being alone for a long time, and now she felt helpless when she felt valued by others, or it was because she realized that she was gradually falling into his gentleness and panic.

It feels so good to be cared about by others, but it also feels so scary to be cared about by others!

"Stop crying, okay?" Ziheng leaned over to look at her at eye level as if he was coaxing a child.

Wan Ning turned away stubbornly and argued, "I didn't cry. It was just that the winter wind was strong and my eyes were cold."

"Okay, Yanyan didn't cry, I misunderstood."

At this time, Wan Ning also calmed down and returned to normal. She joked with a faint crying voice: "Forget it, considering that this is your first offense and you admitted your mistake in time, I will be generous and forgive you. Why don't you thank me quickly."

Seeing that she had the energy to joke, Ziheng, who was looking at her, immediately felt relieved. With a barely perceptible smile on his face, he responded very seriously to Wan Ning's performance, "Thank you, Auntie, Princess Le Yan."

"Princess Le Yan," Wan Ning muttered, stepping on the rustling snow, and walked to the swing again to sit down. Since Mu Xiu learned from his mother-in-law in Lu Village that the princess was going to Xingcheng a few months ago, there has been no news for several months. Whether it is waiting in an empty house or sending people to Xingcheng to look for her, there is no news at all, as if she has disappeared from the face of the earth.

But as long as a person exists in this world, how can he really leave no trace?

"Ziheng, have you found any clues about the real Princess Le Yan?" Wan Ning leaned her head on the rope of the swing. Although she knew that he was also looking for it, they did not easily discuss this topic.

"No." Ziheng walked to the swing next to her, following her footprints on the snow, and sat down next to her. "Maybe she doesn't want to be found by us. There are too few things in this palace that are worth her nostalgia."

"How could that be? She planted every blade of grass and every tree in Xiang Wanxuan herself. If she didn't miss it, why would she be so attentive?" Wan Ning didn't understand. She had too many mysteries that needed to be solved by the real Princess Le Yan. She asked back, "Even if she didn't miss it, don't you want to know where she is, whether she is doing well, and whether she is safe?"

Ziheng was speechless, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up from the swing. He placed the portrait he had just folded and put away on the swing board and said, "It's late at night, go to bed early, Yanyan."

"Oh." Wan Ning didn't understand what was going on. She sat on the swing, looked up at him, and answered subconsciously.

"I'll take you home." After saying that, he took two or three steps to Wan Ning, ready to pick her up.

"No need," Wan Ning pushed his hand away subconsciously, showing a moment of surprise, then added with a bright smile: "I want to sit for a while longer, you should go back first, so as not to be seen. I will go back to the room by myself later, don't worry, Ziheng."

Ziheng no longer refused, and stood up to stroke her cheek. But she could not see the expression on his face until his back disappeared into the night.

Wan Ning leaned her head against the rope of the swing again. Her feverish brain gradually became clearer in the quiet winter day. She murmured, "Is there something he hasn't told me?"

Indeed, she only knew that Ziheng protected her and supported her unconditionally, but she seemed to know nothing about his past. Why did he behave like this when she mentioned Princess Le Yan again? Maybe there was a secret between the two of them that belonged only to each other?

"I don't seem to know much about him."