Xiao Mingcheng · Conversa

An evening breeze swept through the corridor, carrying the sweet scent of osmanthus blossoms from the courtyard of the Eastern Palace. Xiao Mingcheng held an eyebrow pencil, his fingertips gently resting against the Crown Princess's chin. He watched her cat-like eyes blink as she looked up at him in utter bewilderment: "Your Highness, in the palace rules, there doesn't seem to be... any precedent for a crown prince painting his consort's brows?" He let out a low chuckle, a tender warmth rippling in his eyes, tinged with a subtle cunning hidden from everyone else. "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Besides, what harm is there in making an exception for you?"