Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

Even in the dim light, he could make out the portrait the woman had painted of him.

Does her expression in this painting look a bit like his?

He thought about it over and over again, and there was only a slight similarity in spirit.

However, the appearance of the painting must mean that she missed him.

Last time, he called her an "ungrateful person". Did she no longer care about him?

He gently picked up the painting in front of him, but his slender fingers looked a little unnatural because he was using too much force.

The painting itself was not bad; he reluctantly rated it as acceptable.

He thought for a moment and then put the painting back in its place.

He turned and looked around, trying to find her.

He glanced at her resting place, but saw the bed was half made and seemed to be empty.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and lifted the bed curtain, and sure enough, it was empty.

Where was she? Where had she gone? Although it was neither early nor late, most people should be asleep.

He looked outside and saw people still walking by, lanterns lighting up the night.

He had thought she was asleep, and expected her to sleep soundly on the bed, waiting obediently for his return.

I didn't expect she wasn't here.

He walked a few more steps, but did not see Chunmei or the palace maid sent by Eunuch An.

He walked towards the door with his long legs, and just as he took a step, he suddenly saw a figure.

Looking closely, he saw that it was the woman he was looking for.

She was wearing a thin moon-colored shirt, which flowed freely, revealing her general outline.

Her black hair falls naturally to her waist, with slightly curled ends.

She stood in the moonlight, and the watery moonlight made her look even more delicate and attractive.

A gust of wind blew by, blowing up her hair and thin shirt, revealing her slender waist, round and firm buttocks, and long and well-proportioned legs.

Murong Shuo looked at all this and couldn't help but feel an impulse in his heart.

He wanted to approach her from behind and hug her.

Would he scare her, or would he delight her?

At the same time, he was also curious. Why didn't she rest at this time but stood here looking at the moon?

Admire the moon, recite poems to it, or even sing to it? Although this bright moon is not perfect, it has its own charm.

As his thoughts drifted away, his steps became light and slow.

Suddenly, he smelled a faint fragrance on her body. Although there was still some distance between them, the fragrance seemed to be imperceptible, which made his eyes darken.

Zhang Tianai did not choose to sing or recite poetry to the moon. She felt that playing a piece of music on the piano would be more appropriate at this moment.

Unfortunately, she had no zither in her hands.

When she has free time, she will definitely ask for a piano.

"The dim moon in the night makes me sleepless, and the sweet wine from the osmanthus tree makes me drunk alone. If I describe my longing for you to the moon, I am afraid that my deep love will mislead the world." She was chanting a poem.

When Murong Shuo heard this poem, his heart moved.

He suddenly noticed that the woman raised her hands, which were slender and white, above her head.

With her head slightly raised, her profile looks particularly charming under the moonlight.

Her skirt fluttered in the wind, her slender waist swayed slightly, and she began to spin and dance as she raised her long legs.

She hummed a melody softly, her voice soft and charming.

She hummed and danced, spinning several times.

Murong Shuo couldn't help but wonder: could she actually dance? His eyes locked on her, watching her squat, bend, and lean back, her slender waist twirling in all her allure.

He knew very well that her waist was extremely soft, and now it seemed even more graceful.

Every movement she made was smooth and natural, but - her posture was upright, and the subtle fragrance from her body came with the wind, becoming stronger and stronger.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but stop, afraid of disturbing her. At this moment, her dance was light, charming and enchanting, as charming as an elf.

It also looks like a fairy from heaven, or a witch bewitching people.

A sudden wish arose in his heart, hoping that she would dance for him alone.

As he imagined her dancing in his arms and palms, his eyes darkened again.

Just as he was about to walk towards her again, Chunmei appeared from the other side and called her.

Zhang Tianai stopped, took a few breaths, looked at Chunmei, and then walked over.

"Is the water ready?" she asked.

"Well, girl, are you going to take a bath? Were you dancing just now?" Chunmei responded.

"I haven't danced for a long time." Zhang Tianai replied.

"The girl's dance is so beautiful." Chunmei exclaimed

Chunmei knew and saw it.

"It's so beautiful." She sighed in her heart. Although she hadn't danced for a long time, if she could live here forever, she would definitely plant some flowers and plants in the yard. It's so empty here that it feels a bit lonely." Zhang Tianai sighed.

"Yeah." Chunmei nodded, her eyes showing approval.

After listening to their conversation, Murong Shuo couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: This woman actually wants to live here permanently?

"If we plant more flowers and trees, they will be beautiful when they bloom." Zhang Tianai continued, she knew that now was not the time to relax completely.

"The girl likes planting." Chunmei agreed.

"Both peonies and Chinese peonies are good, and orchids and plum blossoms are also suitable." Zhang Tianai said it in one breath. Chunmei opened her mouth slightly, seeming a little surprised.

Zhang Tianai smiled slightly, while Murong Shuo silently kept it in mind.

After she laughed, she went to the side room next door.

Chunmei followed behind her, and the two of them didn't seem to notice that Murong Shuo had stopped.

Murong Shuo had stayed here for a long time and couldn't help but wonder: Did they completely ignore him?

Perhaps he had walked too lightly before, and the two women did not notice his presence.

They continued walking forward and when they reached the outside of the ear room, they heard the sound of water and voices coming from inside.

"Miss, let me help you." Chunmei said.

"Yes, Chunmei." The other party responded.

"The girl drew the emperor. Could it be that the girl was thinking about the emperor?" Chunmei asked.

"How can I miss the emperor? I'm just worried about the emperor, but it's not my turn to worry about him." Zhang Tianai said with a slightly lost tone.

"Girl, don't say that, the emperor will know." Chunmei advised.

"I didn't want the emperor to know." Zhang Tianai replied.

"The girl is so beautiful, especially when she is bathing, she is even more charming." Chunmei praised again.

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Tianai hurriedly stopped him.

When Murong Shuo heard this, he did not go directly through the door, but stood outside the window.

He looked and listened, then stretched out his bony hand and gently poked the rhombus-wood window, actually making a hole.

He took a step forward and looked inside, and happened to see a picture of lotus flowers entering the water.

The woman in the picture was dressed in snow-white, and her back was even more charming than before, but she sat in the water in just a moment.

She leaned sideways towards the window, causing some splashes of water.

There were no flower petals or other decorations in the bathtub, only clear water and a touch of red gauze-like thing.

Murong Shuo didn't know what it was for a moment and looked at it several times but couldn't recognize it.

He couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart... Then, his eyes fell on her body.

He gradually discovered that the red color seemed to be wrapped around her body, so what was wrapped around her?

Is it a bellyband? He wondered.

Confirmed again, it is definitely a bellyband.

His eyes narrowed slightly, recalling the time when her clothes were open and he could see the bright red bellyband inside, which was so bewildering and beautiful.

Murong Shuo put his hand to his lips, feeling the urge to touch her.

However, he could do nothing.

I could only continue to watch her soaking in the tub, her fingers gently stirring the water as she washed her body.

Chunmei was helping her wash her back, her fingers gently sliding across her back.

He looked at her hands and Zhang Tianai's slender and well-proportioned back.

He also wanted to help her wash.

If she asked him for help, he would never refuse!

His hands opened slightly, as if wanting to touch her.

After a while, Chunmei finished washing her back and turned to the front.