These mere four or five paintings, what do they even mean?
In one of the study rooms of that residence next to the Imperial Mausoleum, there are many, many such paintings piled up.
During his time guarding the mausoleum, apart from reading and practicing martial arts, his spare time was spent painting.
Every painting depicted the same girl.
In the cold nights of spring, during the lazy afternoons of summer, and on the snowy mornings of winter.
He sat upright in the study, holding a brush, meticulously capturing that girl's every frown and smile, her coy joy.
That focused side profile of his brought a lingering pain to Li Yuanyuan's heart.
She thought she was just a pawn, and staying by Prince of Yu's side was only to monitor his every move. Little did she know, her heart was no longer steadfast.
Every time she saw his entranced expression while looking at the painting of the girl, her feelings became increasingly complex.