In the study, the atmosphere was strange.
Zhao Douan felt slightly reserved and surprised as Zhenbao's hand guided his, holding the brush to sketch lines on the paper.
However, his mind was not on painting at all; instead, he was enjoying the strange sensation, feeling joyful.
While it wasn't the first time the emperor and minister held hands, this time was significantly different from the previous occasions.
The most notable point was...
"She's so proactive..."
"Isn't it supposed to be a man teaching a woman to paint, taking advantage to flirt? Oh no, I seem to have received the heroine's script... Ah, but she's the Empress, so it's alright..."
Zhao Douan's mind was filled with complex and chaotic thoughts, all his usual slyness and wit completely gone, leaving him a bit clumsy.
From a perspective he couldn't see, Xu Zhenguan's fair face was slightly flushed as well.