After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Soon, there was a noise outside, coming from far away and getting closer, the sound of joy was deafening.

Ouyang Zheng and Xie Chuxue both stood up, walked to the door of the side hall, and watched the grand wedding silently.

Teams of guards in red wedding attire, holding ceremonial weapons, walked slowly in neat steps, and festive music filled the sky.

Following closely behind was a large sedan chair carried by eight people. The sedan chair was magnificent and golden, with red tassels hanging all around. It swayed gently with the steps of the sedan bearers, making it look even more magnificent.

Crown Prince Ouyang Jing rode a tall horse and walked at the front of the team. His red wedding dress made him look even more handsome. His face, which was always cold in the past, had a faint smile on it for the first time today, and there was an unconcealable joy in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

It was the first time that Ouyang Zheng saw his royal brother show such an expression, and he couldn't help feeling a little jealous. He secretly clenched his fists and stared at Ouyang Jing with a sinister look.

Xie Chuxue watched all this with a terribly gloomy expression on her face. She bit her lips so hard that they almost bled.

Soon, Xie Mishuang walked out of the room with the help of the matchmaker.

Today she was wearing a bright red phoenix coronet and a phoenix bridal robe, and a phoenix coronet with eight golden beads on her head. The pearl tassels hanging from it swayed gently with her steps.

Listening to the praises around her, Xie Mishuang felt a little touched. She had experienced such a scene in her previous life, but she had never really experienced the joy and happiness of getting married. But she experienced it in this life.

Because the Queen's decree meant that there was no need to pay homage to the mistress, the Crown Prince could just lead the new bride into the palace.

Ouyang Jing dismounted, walked up to Xie Mishuang, stretched out his hand to her, and motioned her to put it on his hand.

Xie Mishuang lowered her head slightly, looking at the broad palm, remembering the touch of that hand pressing on her waist in Wanxiang Teahouse, and a blush suddenly appeared on her face.

Xie Mishuang slowly raised her hand and placed it on Ouyang Jing's hand.

The warm and dry touch came from her fingertips and instantly spread to her limbs and bones. Her heartbeat also accelerated, as if something was hitting her chest, making her a little breathless.

Last time at Wanxiang Teahouse, she was drunk and the feeling was not real, but this time, she really felt the feeling of her heart beating fast, strong and suffocating.

Ouyang Jing felt the little hand in his palm tremble slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little. He chuckled, his voice low and magnetic, with an invisible charm.

Xie Mishuang suddenly came to his senses, shook his head slightly, and suppressed the strange feeling.

She can't be seduced by beauty anymore!

Who is the prince?

That's the future emperor!

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and she is just one of them. Once you become obsessed with her, you can't extricate yourself!

She had to stay awake!

Thinking of this, Xie Mishuang regained her calm expression, letting Ouyang Jing hold her hand as she walked step by step towards the eight-man sedan chair that symbolized honor and glory.

She is almost fifty years old now, how could she be bewitched by a young boy?

Haven’t all these years been lived in vain?

The heart of an emperor is the most ruthless!

Ouyang Jing felt that Xie Mishuang's little hands gradually calmed down, and the fingertips that were originally trembling slightly became docile. He couldn't help feeling a little confused.

He clearly felt that just now, Xie Mishuang's mood had changed slightly.

Xie Mishuang slowly bent down and, with the help of the matchmaker, sat into the gorgeously decorated sedan chair carried by eight people.

The veil blocked her vision, but she could feel the bustling and noisy atmosphere around her.

The streets were crowded with onlookers, all talking and praising this grand wedding.

The red lanterns hung high up illuminate the entire street with a festive atmosphere.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction surged in Xie Mishuang's heart.

The sedan chair swayed all the way and finally arrived at the palace.

Under the guidance of the palace servants, Xie Mishuang and Ouyang Jing walked into the Prince's Mansion side by side.

The front hall of the Prince's Mansion was already full of guests, all dressed in elegant clothes and drinking clinking glasses.

The Empress and the Emperor sat high on the main throne, the Empress Dowager also attended in her best attire, and all the powerful people in the court came to congratulate them.

Xie Mishuang and Ouyang Jing completed the complicated wedding process step by step according to etiquette.

It was not until night fell and the guests dispersed that Xie Mishuang, supported by Qinghe, walked into her new home.

The room was decorated in a festive manner, with flickering red candles illuminating the room with its opulence and grandeur.

Xie Mishuang's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and an inexplicable sense of tension surged in his heart.

In her previous life, she lived to be fifty years old, but she was still a virgin and had never experienced love.

Even if she was fifty years old, so what? Wasn't she still nervous and scared?

Xie Mishuang secretly felt that she was very spineless. Her fingers were tightly gripping her dress, and her fingertips were turning white.

With a creaky sound, the door was gently pushed open.

Xie Mishuang's heart skipped a beat. She raised her head suddenly, but could only see a tall and straight figure walking in against the light.

Ouyang Jing looked at the woman in front of him with a red veil, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He walked up to Xie Mishuang and asked softly, "Are you nervous?"

Xie Mishuang was stunned, and quickly shook his head, pretending to be calm and said: "How could it be, I'm not nervous."

As soon as the words fell, Xie Mishuang hadn't reacted yet, and he felt a flash before his eyes.

The red veil had been lifted, revealing an extremely handsome face.

Xie Mishuang met his gaze unexpectedly, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, making her dazed for a moment.

"Why didn't Your Highness go to greet the guests?" Xie Mishuang quickly looked away, trying to hide his panic.

Ouyang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone lacking any emotion: "My beloved, do you not want to see me?"

Xie Mishuang was startled and quickly explained: "That's not what I meant..."

Ouyang Jing didn't give her a chance to explain. He suddenly leaned forward and gently stroked her hair with his slender fingers.

Xie Mishuang thought he was going to do something more intimate, and her heart almost stopped beating. But he just gently pressed the phoenix crown on her head and asked softly, "Is it heavy?"

Xie Mishuang's cheeks flushed slightly, and she responded softly: "Hmm..."

Ouyang Jing's mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, and his slender fingers nimbly took the heavy phoenix crown off her head.

The red candlelight illuminated his face, making it look particularly gentle, and also made Xie Mishuang gradually relax.

He moved gently, as if treating a treasure, and carefully removed the hairpins and rings on her head one by one.

Until the last hairpin was taken off, Ouyang Jing's hand paused in the air, as if he was reluctant to do so.