At night, Prince Yan returned to the courtyard. It had been lively for the entire day during the day, but it suddenly quietened down and his heart began to feel a little empty again. He took out the half-finished painting and raised his brush, intending to finish it.
He was painting Zijun and the swaddled Yan Jiuchao, the people he had loved in his life. Of course, he had more people to dote on now, but these two people would always occupy an irreplaceable position in his heart.
Prince Yan spent an hour painting. The Zijun in the painting had gentle eyes, as if she was still in love with him. Yan Jiuchao, who was swaddled, was sleeping soundly. He did not have to worry about Yan Jiuchao's health, let alone worry about the storm in the court. The family of three was just happy.
