Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved

Jun Yuyan prepared the paper and ink, and his emotions finally calmed down a lot while he was grinding the ink.

Though his Empress was merely in a normal posture, her clothes properly worn without disarray, it was his mind, filled with rubbish, that had caused his blood to surge and made it hard for him to restrain himself.

However, as he was about to set his brush to paper, he suddenly heard his Empress say:

"You always said that you wanted to paint a portrait of me. I thought it would take too long and I was also a bit shy, so I refused you. After you disappeared, I regretted it day and night, regretting why I couldn’t fulfill your wish."

"Empress..."

Jun Yuyan was left speechless.

"Now we have plenty of time. We can draw a little bit every night until it’s finished. Later on, we can have a painter create a portrait for us, and paint one for our children too, to keep forever. Doesn’t that sound good?"

"Good, all good,"

Jun Yuyan put down the brush and strode towards her. This time, he didn’t restrain himself but instead tightly embraced Murong Jiu.

"I will never leave you and the children again, never to make you worry,"