Return of the Pearl

Qianlong held Xiao Yun's hand again and continued to teach her how to write patiently. During this intimate contact, Qianlong's heart was filled with ripples and a charming feeling quietly surged.

He stared intently at Xiao Yun's lively eyes, which were clear and bright, like shining stars, flashing with charming light.

Every subtle expression and every cute action of Xiao Yun deeply touched Qianlong's heartstrings, making him unable to suppress his excitement. Her innocent appearance and her lively and playful personality were like a clear spring, flowing in Qianlong's heart, bringing him endless joy and satisfaction. The clear spring nourished his soul, making him immersed in this wonderful feeling, unable to extricate himself.

Qianlong couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Xiao Yun. Her reckless and straightforward appearance made him angry and amused, but it was precisely this unique trait that attracted him deeply like a magnet.

As time passed, he realized that his feelings towards Xiao Yun had changed unconsciously, from initial liking to deep attachment.

At this moment, Qianlong held her hand, feeling her body temperature, and tenderness spread in his heart. He imagined strolling in the palace garden with Xiao Yun, admiring the gorgeous flowers and listening to the birds' melodious songs.

They snuggled up to each other, shared the joys and sorrows of life, and spent wonderful time together. In his imagination, it was such a warm and romantic scene that made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Deep in Qianlong's heart, Xiao Yun was like a blooming flower, gorgeous, charming, and exuding a charming fragrance. Her innocent character and happy and lively appearance made Qianlong long to stay by her side forever and let her remain so pure and happy forever.

Qianlong understood that this emotion might not be understood by the world, but he could not suppress the throbbing in his heart, nor could he resist his deep attachment to Xiao Yun.

This charming thought continued to spread like ripples in Qianlong's heart, immersing him in endless reverie about Xiao Yun. He earnestly hoped to create more beautiful memories with her, so that this emotion would become deeper and more precious over the years, just like a gem that still shines brightly after being baptized by time.

Xiao Yun's clear voice rang out: "Hongli, should I practice calligraphy with these two characters from now on? Can I write these two characters casually?"

Qianlong extended his hand lovingly and gently rubbed Xiao Yun's head, with a warm smile on his face, "Okay, I promised you, of course you can." There was one thing he didn't say, silly girl, I have already promised you my body and heart, let alone these two words?

Hearing Qianlong's words, Xiao Yun's heart was filled with joy. She was immersed in Qianlong's favoritism towards her. His meticulous care made her feel as if she was in the spring breeze, warm and comfortable.

However, Xiao Yun did not think deeply about the deeper meaning of this, and did not realize that Qianlong's feelings for her were more than just ordinary favor. She was simple-minded and only enjoyed the happiness of the moment, and did not realize the special and precious nature of this feeling.

Xiao Yun was completely immersed in the happiness of being favored, like a happy little bird, flying freely under Qianlong's careful care.

Xiao Yun's heart was filled with deep gratitude and ardent love for Qianlong. However, she had not realized that a deeper emotional bond hidden deep within was being quietly woven without her knowledge.

At this moment, Ziwei walked slowly into the study with light lotus steps. She was surprised to find that Qianlong was practicing calligraphy with Xiao Yun hand in hand.

Xiao Yun was so immersed in excitement that she didn't even notice Ziwei's arrival. She excitedly shouted, "Ziwei, come quickly! The Emperor is personally teaching me how to write! His handwriting is much more beautiful than yours, and it's even more vigorous and powerful!"

Ziwei smiled slightly when she heard Xiao Yun's words, and said gently, "Of course, the emperor's calligraphy is taught by a famous teacher. Of course, I can't compare to him. I'm here to invite you to dinner."

During the meal, Ziwei observed very attentively. She was surprised to find that the emperor really had a special preference for Xiao Yun. Not only did he look at Xiao Yun gently, but he also carefully picked up food for Xiao Yun. Those meticulous actions were what Ziwei had ignored in recent days.

After Qianlong left, the night grew darker. Ziwei walked lightly into Xiao Yun's room. She stood there quietly, her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated several times. After a struggle in her heart, she finally swallowed the words back. She thought to herself that it would be better not to say anything, in case she misunderstood the emperor's meaning, it would be troublesome.

So, Ziwei turned to talk to Xiao Yun about other things. The two of them laughed and talked happily, and the conversation lasted for the whole night.

When Qianlong returned to the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, he sat there quietly, his hands involuntarily stroking each other, as if he could still feel the soft touch. That warm moment immersed him in it, unable to extricate himself for a long time, his heart filled with beautiful and lingering emotions that continued to ripple.

Qianlong's thoughts surged like the tide, his heart was filled with longing for Xiao Yun. That lively and agile figure and that bright and beautiful smile appeared in his mind all the time.

Qianlong recalled every moment he spent with Xiao Yun. Every moment made him feel extremely warm and happy. He imagined their future, which would be a wonderful time full of laughter and joy.

They will stroll in the garden together, admiring the beautiful flowers and feeling the caress of the breeze; they will taste delicious food together and share each other's joys and sorrows; they will go through the ups and downs together, support each other and never leave each other.

Qianlong seemed to see the scenes of their future life. He and Xiao Yun walked hand in hand by the lake. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, reflecting their happy faces.

Their children were playing around, their laughter echoing in the air, full of warmth and sweetness. He imagined that every holiday, every birthday, every memorable day they spent together was filled with love and care.

Qianlong was immersed in his imagination of the future, and the beautiful feelings in his heart became stronger. He longed to create more beautiful memories with Xiao Yun, so that this relationship would become deeper and more precious over the years.

Qianlong believed that their future would be extremely bright, and they would write their own chapter of happiness together, allowing this love to shine forever as time passed.