Warm my heart

The spring scenery in the garden becomes more vivid at this moment, and the petals on the branches tremble gently in the breeze, as if they are also infected by the passionate emotions between them.

The surrounding scenery seemed to melt into this sweetness, leaving only the endless tenderness between the lovers.

However, they did not notice that in the shadow of the flowers in the distance, Prince Guo was standing quietly, his eyes fixed on this intimate scene.

Prince Guo's gaze followed their movements, and the fiery emotions and inner fluctuations in his eyes surprised even him.

He never thought that he would be so moved when he saw this scene. The indescribable emotion quietly sprouted in his heart, making him at a loss for a moment.

Was it jealousy? Or perhaps some deep-seated feeling? He didn't dare to think too deeply, and could only bury it all deep in his heart.

At this moment, a woman's soft prayer voice could be heard from afar: "There are constant fights in the palace, and it's not easy to protect yourself."

The voice was soft and ethereal, as if coming from a distant time and space, but it clearly broke the sweet atmosphere between the two.

Yinzhen frowned slightly and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

An Lingrong gently raised her head from his arms, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of doubt and confusion in her eyes.

She whispered, "Ah Zhen, isn't it true that the north wind understands and doesn't destroy easily? Did I remember it wrongly?"

Yinzhen lowered his head, his eyes soft and deep, gently stroking her cheek, his tone full of pampering and comfort: "Well, my Rong'er is the smartest, how could she remember it wrong?"

However, he immediately stopped smiling, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned towards the direction of the voice and shouted in a low voice: "Who's there?"

When Zhen Huan heard Yinzhen's voice, her heart tightened and she quickly hid behind a big rock, holding her breath and not daring to make a sound.

Yinzhen's voice rang out again, even more sternly than before: "Who's there? If you don't show up, I'll have the entire Yimei Garden turned upside down!"

When Zhen Huan heard this, she was immediately in a state of panic, knowing that if her identity was exposed at this moment, it would definitely cause endless trouble.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in her heart, tried to remain calm, and replied in a low voice: "I am a palace maid from Yimei Garden. I dare not disturb you, my Lord. Please forgive me."

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in Yinzhen's eyes, but he did not intend to let go of this "palace maid" who suddenly appeared easily.

He took a step and walked slowly towards the direction where the sound came from, his heart full of doubts and vigilance towards this uninvited guest.

Seeing this, An Lingrong gently pulled Yinzhen's sleeve and softly advised: "Ah Zhen, why don't you just forget it? Maybe he just didn't mean it."

Yinzhen paused slightly. He looked down at An Lingrong who was leaning against him. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes and he gently patted her hand to comfort her.

However, his inner uneasiness and doubts made it difficult for him to let go.

He whispered, "Don't be afraid, Rong'er. I just want to see who is so bold."

He continued to walk forward, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly made up his mind that no matter who the owner of the voice was, he would not let him go easily.

However, just as he was about to approach, Zhen Huan's heart tightened, knowing that if she didn't escape immediately, she would probably be discovered.

She quickly extinguished the palace lantern in her hand, turned around gently under the cover of night, and quietly left Yime Garden.

When Yinzhen saw the lights in front suddenly go out, he became even more alert. He quickened his pace and chased after her. However, Zhen Huan had already disappeared under the cover of the night, like a ghost, disappearing without a trace.

Yinzhen stood there, his eyes gloomy, his heart filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

Whenever he was alone with An Lingrong, something unexpected would happen, which made him more and more irritated.

He turned back to An Lingrong, his tone filled with a hint of helplessness and annoyance: "Rong'er, there are always people disturbing us. Don't you think it's unfortunate?"

An Lingrong smiled softly, snuggled in Yinzhen's arms, and said gently: "Ah Zhen, we have a long time to go together, and we will definitely stay together forever."

After hearing this, Yinzhen's anger subsided a little. He lowered his head and gently kissed An Lingrong's forehead. His voice was low but full of tenderness: "Well, Rong'er is right."

But in his heart, there was still a trace of uneasiness that could not be ignored, as if some uncontrollable force was quietly affecting their fate, and all this was as deep and unpredictable as the night.

As they walked further and further away, Prince Guo slowly walked out from the darkness. The moonlight sprinkled coldly on his body, as if it had coated him with a layer of light silver light.

His eyes followed their receding backs, his mind full of thoughts and complex emotions surging in his chest.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he felt a slight stinging sensation under his feet. He looked down and found an exquisite pearl flower lying at his feet.

He was very familiar with this pearl flower—it was the same one Concubine Zhao wore when she was getting dressed tonight. His heartbeat quickened slightly, and for some reason, he bent down and carefully picked up the pearl flower, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

The cool touch of the pearl flower passed through his fingertips, as if he felt a long-lost warmth. He gently put the pearl flower into his arms, but his heart was slightly heavy because of this inadvertent discovery.

However, the little statue that he should have picked up and carried with him, cherishing it, had already been quietly blown away by the night wind and disappeared into the dark night.

At the same time, Yinzhen returned to the Yangxin Palace, frowning slightly and feeling a little irritated.

He waved his hand for Su Peisheng to come over and gave a brief order: "Go and find the man tonight." His voice was emotionless, but revealed an irresistible majesty.

Su Peisheng took the order and left, but he couldn't figure out his master's intentions.

The next morning, Su Peisheng brought Yu Ying'er to Yinzhen.

Yinzhen glanced at her coldly, and then without hesitation appointed her as a concubine, skipping even the position of an official woman.

He knew in his heart that this was another insignificant shield, and the lack of family background was just right for him to use.

What's more, Yu Ying'er can sing Kunqu Opera, and her beautiful voice may add some fun to his boring life.

As night fell, Yinzhen arranged for someone to light incense in Yu Ying'er's bedroom, and then quietly came to Yongshou Palace through the secret passage.

Yinzhen pushed the door open and walked in. The room was silent, with the only light coming from the weak candlelight.

Under the candlelight, the curtains of the step-out bed were low, covering the figure on the bed, and only a graceful figure could be vaguely seen.

A warm feeling arose in Yinzhen's heart, and he walked lightly to the bed, as if all his worries were thrown behind him at this moment.