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The wedding procession arrived at Prince Huai's palace in the evening. The royal family always got married at night, and Zhao Huaijin was no exception.

After paying homage to heaven and earth, Song Qingwan was sent to the bridal chamber, while Zhao Huaijin received guests in front.

The emperor and Concubine Shun returned to the palace after the newlyweds paid homage to heaven and earth, and the eldest princess took care of other matters.

"Aunt, you've worked hard today."

"I'm fine, drink less and don't lose your composure,"

"Yes, aunt."

At this time, Prince Yu came in with a gift, and Zhao Huaijin hurried to greet him.

"My brother is here."

"Jin'er, you're getting married. I should have come earlier, but something got in the way."

"I am very pleased that you, my brother, can come. Your arrival has brought glory to my humble residence."

The eldest princess felt indescribable discomfort while listening to the polite conversation between the two. After all, the relationship between these two children could no longer be the same as before.

Prince Yu drank a lot of wine during the banquet. No one could persuade him to stop drinking. In the end, he was carried back to the palace.

Seeing that the guests had been entertained to a certain extent, Zhao Huaijin said goodbye to everyone and returned to the bridal chamber.

Song Qingwan, who was sitting in the bridal chamber, could no longer maintain her composure and was almost dying of exhaustion.

This bright red wedding dress was entirely embroidered, and the embroidery thread was mixed with gold thread, so it was particularly heavy.

Song Qingwan felt like she was being weighed down by a thousand pounds when she wore it. The crown on her head was also inlaid with various jewels, and she was so tired that her head was about to break.

Just when Song Qingwan was drowsy, Zhao Huaijin came in, smelling of alcohol.

He slowly approached Song Qingwan and called her softly.

"Awan, I'm back. Are you hungry?"

When Song Qingwan heard about food, she immediately perked up. She had only eaten a piece of snack since the morning, and her stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time.

"Please take off your veil. I am almost suffocating."

Zhao Huaijin quickly picked up the weighing rod and removed the veil, then quietly observed his bride.

But Song Qingwan couldn't wait any longer, so she rolled up her sleeves, strode to the table, and started eating with chopsticks.

When Zhao Huaijin came back, he brought some food for Song Qingwan, who ate it all up in no time.

"Awan, you are the bride today, you should maintain your image."

Zhao Huaijin poured her a glass of water and put it down to prevent her from choking.

"Maintaining your image is only in front of outsiders, but you, my little husband, don't need it here."

"I feel like I'm dreaming that I actually married you."

Song Qingwan put down her chopsticks and slowly approached Zhao Huaijin with blurry eyes. Zhao Huaijin was a little nervous and expectant.

Song Qingwan is very beautiful tonight, as beautiful as a fairy from heaven, making people want to have a kiss on her.

Zhao Huaijin pouted his lips to prepare for Song Qingwan's kiss, but she stopped and took out a pot of wine from under the table.

"We haven't even had our wedding wine yet."

Zhao Huaijin looked aggrieved. His wife was so unromantic. She should just kiss him first.

Although he was unhappy, Zhao Huaijin still took the wine glass and poured two glasses of wine and placed them on the table.

Song Qingwan suppressed her playful expression and raised her glass seriously.

"Ajin, you know I have a secret, right? Aren't you curious?"

"I know. I knew it from the first time I met you."

"The first time you saw me? In Songjia Village. How did you find me there?"

Song Qingwan was very surprised. Zhao Huaijin was half dead at that time, how could he detect something?

Zhao Huaijin stood up, walked to the bed, opened a secret compartment and took out the things inside.

"what is this?"

"You'll understand if you open it."

Song Qingwan opened the wooden box in her hand with a puzzled look, and a syringe was lying quietly inside.

"this…"

"This is what you left on my clothes when you treated me in Songjia Village. I woke up a long time after you left and found this thing in my clothes."

Song Qingwan felt a little scared. She was too careless. Fortunately, it was Zhao Huaijin who picked it up. It would have been bad if it fell into the hands of someone else.

I think I had just crossed over at that time, and the fit with my body was not complete, plus I was nervous, so I missed it.

If anyone in Songjia Village had discovered that she could use this thing at that time, she would have been burned to death as a monster.

"Didn't you ever suspect that I was a monster?"

"How can you be a monster? I believe what I saw, you are a living person."

Song Qingwan looked at Zhao Huaijin's sincere face and made up her mind. She held Zhao Huaijin's hand.

"I'll take you to a place and tell you all my secrets."

"it is good"

Song Qingwan brought Zhao Huaijin into her space laboratory on a whim. It was too tiring for her to keep this secret alone, and perhaps it would be better to share it with one more person.

Zhao Huaijin opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked around this new place, the various machines, medicines, and cultivated animals and plants.

There were also some utensils he had never seen before, daily necessities, high intensity lights, and various knives that looked like weapons.

"This...Awan, where is this?"

"This is my secret, Jin. I'm not a monster, but I don't know why I carry this thing."

Zhao Huaijin looked at Song Qingwan, who was somewhat helpless and a little nervous, and held her hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid. I will keep your secret for you."

"Ajin..."

"Awan, you are my wife, I should protect you. This will be our own secret from now on. Just don't hide here when you are angry so that I can't find you."

Song Qingwan smiled and nodded, and a big stone in her heart was finally put down.

The two returned to reality from space, and Song Qingwan drank the wine on the table.

"Do you have any other questions for me? For example, am I Song Qingwan, the daughter of Song Chengfeng?"

Zhao Huaijin picked up the remaining wine and drank it. He put his hands on Song Qingwan's shoulders and stared at her.

"You are my wife, Zhao Huaijin. You are the one who pulled me back from the brink of death three years ago. You will also be the only person I want to protect in this life. As for whose daughter you are, that is not important."

Song Qingwan's eyes were sore. She saw sincerity and determination in the eyes of the young man in front of her.

So what is she waiting for?

Song Qingwan stood up and pulled Zhao Huaijin towards the bed. Zhao Huaijin was caught off guard and staggered.

"Awan, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong? What should you do on your wedding night, you idiot."

Song Qingwan started to pull Zhao Huaijin's clothes, but the clothes were too complicated and she couldn't pull them open after a long time.

"Awan, I always feel like today is the day you get married"

Zhao Huaijin took off his clothes reluctantly. How could a bride be so rude?

"Why do we have to distinguish between you and me? The night is short, stop wasting time, come on!"

Song Qingwan took off Zhao Huaijin's pajamas, took off all her clothes, and threw herself on Zhao Huaijin.

"Come on baby!"

"Ouch, Awan, be careful not to fall."

"Hold me tight, quickly!"

"Okay, well..."

"Ah Jin, you smell so good..."

...

The candlelight flickered in the bridal chamber, the mandarin ducks were embracing each other in the bed curtains, and the young couple went to Wushan together in deep love.

This night some people were happy and sweet, while others were lost and drunk. There was a world of difference between them.