Xie Jianyu spent the entire day going from one palace to another, tending to official business.
Although he took care of his assignments as intended, the Crown Prince was far from being delighted.
Dark cloud accompanied his every step, his dejection palpable within a hundred meter of distance.
"I am back," he slid down Wangshu's back as soon as he arrived at Fuxi Palace.
His husband Zhang Fengxi was sitting at the verandah, playing with their young daughter, Zhang Yueting.
Tingting recently developed a liking in applying colors to the face, thus she spent the entire afternoon beautifying his father. In her words, her mother was too pretty to apply makeup on.
"Baby, you are back," Zhang Fengxi turned to greet his wife with a face full of white powder, bright crimson circles high on his cheeks, ground charcoal around his eyes, and lips stained a garish red. He looked like a lost ghost.
"..."
