Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

Finally, the day arrived for Feng Xi to enter the palace. The entire Meng residence was festooned with lights and colorful decorations, and everywhere was hung with vibrant red silk, creating a festive atmosphere. Feng Xi rose early to begin her makeup. She sat before a bronze mirror while several skilled maids meticulously combed her hair, applied rouge and powder, and dressed her in her magnificent palace gown.

A moment later, Meng Tian hurried into the room. He looked at Feng Xi, who was dressed in her finery, his eyes filled with concern and reluctance. He whispered, "Sister, take good care of yourself when you go to the palace. If you encounter any trouble, remember to send someone to tell me. Here are some of our Meng family's connections in the palace who may be able to help you!" As he spoke, Meng Tian handed Feng Xi a scroll of silk.

Feng Xi carefully took it and unfolded it, revealing a dense tapestry of names and related information. After carefully scanning it, she looked up at Meng Tian and said solemnly, "Brother, I'll always remember this friendship. But it's best to burn this list. If it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it could cause you unnecessary trouble and negative consequences!"

Meng Tian smiled slightly, reached out his hand and gently rubbed Feng Xi's hair, comforting her: "Silly girl, as long as you are safe and sound, you don't have to worry about other things. I am here, no matter what happens, I will take it for you!" Hearing such heartwarming words from her brother, Feng Xi nodded with emotion.

At that moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, followed by a maid running in to announce, "Master, His Majesty has arrived! The eunuchs are here to ask if the Queen is ready." Hearing this, Meng Tian quickly picked up the red veil beside him and gently placed it over Feng Xi's head. Then, he bent down, picked up Feng Xi, and strode towards the door.

Ying Zheng spotted someone approaching from afar and hurriedly dismounted. He quickly stepped forward, carefully taking Feng Xi. He gently lifted Feng Xi into his arms and steadily climbed into the carriage. With a soft whistle from the driver, the carriage slowly moved forward, its wheels rumbling as it carried Feng Xi through the magnificent main gate and into the Xianyang Palace.

Although Feng Xi has not yet held a formal ancestor worship ceremony, compared to others, this simple and warm wedding can be regarded as a special treatment.

At that moment, inside Zhaoyang Palace, a group of palace servants quietly accompanied Feng Xi, awaiting Ying Zheng's arrival. Time ticked by, and finally, amidst everyone's eager anticipation, Ying Zheng, having completed his numerous duties, entered the Zhaoyang Palace, flanked by several eunuchs. Once inside, Ying Zheng waved his hand for the palace servants to withdraw, and suddenly, they were the only two left in the vast palace.

Ying Zheng gently picked up the exquisite Ruyi on the table, carefully extended it to Feng Xi, and slowly lifted the bright red veil on her head. The moment the red veil slipped off, Feng Xi's stunning face was revealed. Ying Zheng couldn't help but stare at it, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He praised sincerely: "My beloved concubine is so beautiful today!" Feng Xi smiled slightly when she heard it, and she was as beautiful as a blooming spring flower. Then she stood up, walked to the dressing table with lotus steps, and elegantly untied the complicated bun on her head. Her long black hair fell down like a waterfall, highlighting her charming and graceful figure. Turning around, Feng Xi asked coquettishly: "Really? Then Your Majesty really likes my appearance?"

Ying Zheng smiled and nodded, then personally picked up the wine bottle placed beside him and handed it to Feng Xi, saying softly: "Of course I like it. Come, my beloved concubine, let's drink this cup of Heqin wine together!" Feng Xi laughed softly, her beautiful eyes flashing with a thousand kinds of charm. She opened her red lips and said: "Your Majesty, this Heqin wine is not something you can drink casually!" Ying Zheng laughed heartily, stretched out his hand to put his arm around Feng Xi's slender waist, hugged her tightly in his arms, and whispered softly in her ear: "Xixi, from now on, I am your husband. You can call me Zheng or call me husband. When you are pregnant, you will be the dignified queen of my Great Qin!"

Feng Xi gently raised her hand and took the cup of mellow wine. She parted her red lips and slowly drank. Her beautiful eyes flickered as she gazed upon the majestic emperor before her. She whispered, "Your Majesty, please do not make promises lightly. I am a simple-minded woman and will believe them. My Meng family has been loyal for generations, serving the emperor with no second thoughts." She lowered her head slightly, a hint of shyness.

Ying Zheng smiled, offering no further explanation. His deep, piercing eyes were now filled with tenderness. He suddenly stretched out his powerful arms and clasped the delicate Feng Xi tightly in his embrace. Feng Xi gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around Ying Zheng's neck, a blush spreading across her face.

Ying Zheng, holding Feng Xi, walked steadily toward the ornately decorated wedding bed, draped with a red brocade quilt. Along the way, their heartbeats blended into a moving melody, the air thick with sweetness and tension. When they finally reached the bedside, Ying Zheng gently placed Feng Xi on the soft cushions, leaning over them and gazing tenderly at the beauty beneath him.

At that moment, the red candles in Zhaoyang Hall still burned brightly, their flickering light illuminating the entire room with a dreamlike quality. The warm glow fell upon the newlyweds, creating a beautiful and captivating scene. Meanwhile, waves of intimate sounds emanated from within the bed curtains, sometimes soft humming, sometimes gentle mewling. These sounds, like the brightest stars in the night sky, continued until dawn broke in the east.