"If only Feng Yi could come, he helped me so much, I don't know how to repay him..."
Keqing turned around, walked towards the bed, and spoke to herself.
"Miss..."
Hong Ye was about to tell Keqing that Feng Yi was here, inside the teapot in his hand.
Before she could even speak, a stream of light shot out from the teapot's spout, and Feng Yi appeared in the room out of thin air.
"Hong Ye, go to the desk over there and get me Feng Yi's portrait. I miss him so much..."
Keqing lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her mind filled with Feng Yi's image.
The more she tried to forget, the clearer Feng Yi's image became.
Thinking of how Feng Yi had kissed her non-stop that day to keep her awake, Keqing's small face suddenly turned red.
"Hush!"
Feng Yi covered Hong Ye's mouth, telling her not to make a sound.
He wanted to see what the portrait Keqing had drawn of him looked like.
Hong Ye chuckled, nodded in agreement, and gestured towards the desk with her chin, signaling Feng Yi.
Hong Ye watched as Feng Yi tiptoed towards the desk, immediately covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, so as not to alert her mistress with any noise.
Ever since her return, the mistress had been constantly mentioning Mr. Feng Yi's name. The woman had directly told her that the mistress had clearly fallen for him.
Hong Ye decided to help her mistress, to break the ice faster, and the portrait of Mr. Feng Yi drawn by her mistress was the opportunity.
Hong Ye placed the Serenitea Pot in her hand on the table, then hid in the corner, quietly waiting for things to unfold.
'I never expected Keqing to have such artistic talent!'
Feng Yi saw his portrait, which was full of spirit and charm, as if it had come to life, handsome and unrestrained.
Feng Yi looked at the paper and brush beside him, his fingers suddenly itching, and he prepared to paint Keqing as well.
Grinding ink and starting to draw, his brush moved as if divinely guided.
He stopped painting, waiting for the ink to dry, and Feng Yi nodded with satisfaction.
The Keqing in his painting had a tender gaze, blooming like a flower.
Her smile was charming, her eyes bright and expressive.
Between maiden and young lady, she was delicate, graceful, and enchanting...
It was just that Feng Yi couldn't draw clothes, which really lowered the quality of the painting.
"Hong Ye, why are you so slow? Why haven't you brought it over yet?"
Keqing frowned, urging impatiently.
"Miss, please wait, I'll bring it right away!"
Hong Ye winked frantically at Feng Yi, signaling him to hurry, or they would be exposed.
Feng Yi gave Hong Ye a reassuring look and, not caring about the wet ink, picked up the two paintings and walked towards Keqing.
"You little girl, why are you so slow? Have you been secretly looking at my Feng Yi!"
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Keqing said with a smile.
"Cough... When was I ever yours?"
So this was how Keqing was when she stayed at home. Feng Yi was stunned by Keqing's bold remark.
"Feng... Feng... Feng Yi! What are you doing here?! Didn't Hong Ye say you weren't here?"
Hearing the voice of the one she missed, Keqing froze for a few seconds, then opened her eyes and sat up, surprised and delighted by Feng Yi's appearance!
"Miss, I never said Mr. Feng Yi wasn't here!"
Hong Ye, who was squatting in the corner, suddenly raised her hand, defending her innocent reputation.
"Ahhh~ Hong Ye, you little girl, how dare you play a trick on me!"
Keqing suddenly realized that Feng Yi might have heard what she had said to herself just now, and she was too embarrassed to look at Feng Yi directly!
To cover up her shy and flustered feelings, Keqing jumped off the bed and started playfully retaliating against Hong Ye.
"Mis... Miss~ Hong Ye knows she was wrong, please spare me this time!"
Hong Ye, facing Keqing's tickle punishment, was laughing so hard she could barely breathe and quickly surrendered.
"Let's see if you dare to trick me again!"
Keqing stopped punishing Hong Ye and tidied her slightly disheveled pajamas.
After the playful commotion, the panic in her heart had subsided a lot.
"Feng... Feng... Feng Yi, why did you come to find me?"
Keqing thought she had calmed down, but her words betrayed her.
Her brain: I've calmed down, speak freely!
Her mouth: Bullshit!
"Wh-why? Didn't you ask me to come?"
Feng Yi was stumped. What was this girl talking about?
Why was she speaking incoherently!?
"Ooh... Yes, yes, yes! I almost forgot. It's like this..."
Keqing told Feng Yi about her father confining her and her own speculations.
"I see, so you want me to help you escape?"
"Of course, I am the Jade Chamber of the Liyue Qixing, how can I hide behind the common people and stand idly by?"
Keqing said seriously. Although her father might have been doing it for her own good, he had overlooked her current status.
To be in a position is to fulfill its duties!
Since she was the Jade Chamber Star of Liyue, she had the responsibility to protect Liyue.
"That's simple. Just wait and enter the Serenitea Pot with me. Let Hong Ye take the Serenitea Pot out of the mansion, and you can escape without anyone noticing!"
With the Serenitea Pot, this artifact for clandestine travel, Feng Yi thought it was a piece of cake.
As for Keqing's complicated relationship with her father, Feng Yi, as an outsider, did not intend to get involved.
Feng Yi was only helping out of consideration for Keqing as a friend.
"Feng Yi, thank you..."
Keqing smiled sweetly. She knew Feng Yi was omnipotent. When she encountered difficulties, she just had to find Feng Yi, and he would surely solve them.
She praised herself for her cleverness.
"By the way, Keqing, I didn't expect you to have such artistic talent. This painting looks quite like the style of a master. It's really well done."
Feng Yi looked at himself in the portrait and was full of admiration.
Moreover, Keqing had good taste, and the expression and clothing in the painting complemented each other perfectly.
Feng Yi did not have this talent, which was why he had not drawn clothes for Keqing in his painting...
"Quick... quick, give it back to me! Feng Yi, forget about this, okay?"
Keqing snatched the portrait from Feng Yi's hand. The portrait she used to express her longing had been seen by the person himself. What was she to do?
For a moment, Keqing's toes curled with embarrassment.
Her eyes darted around, avoiding looking at Feng Yi.
"It's painted quite well, why are you getting shy? Come and see what I drew for you. Although this painting isn't as good as yours, I really did my best!"
Feng Yi spread the portrait he had personally drawn on Keqing's bed for her to admire.
"Feng... Feng Yi, you... why didn't you draw... draw clothes!"
Keqing's face turned red with shame and annoyance when she saw that Feng Yi had drawn her without clothes.
"My skill isn't good enough! I don't have your talent! How about you keep this painting for now? Find some time later to add a few strokes and draw the clothes?"
Feng Yi weakly retorted.
"Hmph~ That would be best!"
Keqing was very satisfied with Feng Yi's tactful suggestion and quickly folded the portrait, tucking it into her clothes.