The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

The Su Lian couple looked at each other with a smile and nodded with satisfaction. Then they looked at Ying Zheng and Zi You with a smile and nodded with tears in their eyes.

Yue Lao smiled and said, "Get up."

Yue Lao: "Husband and wife bow to each other."

Ying Zheng and Zi You turned around, faced each other, and bowed.

After one stick of incense had passed, the buffet banquet to entertain guests from all over the world began in the Heavenly Palace. According to the rules of the Heavenly Clan, it would last for three days and three nights.

Just an incense stick's time passed after the banquet started, and the two of them returned to the palace under the protection of Zheyan and others.

The bedroom was filled with the delicate fragrance of peach blossoms, veiling every corner like a gossamer veil. Red candlesticks, neatly arranged like blazing flames, added a festive touch to the room. Red sheets spread across the spacious bed, like a sea of ​​blazing fire, stood out strikingly. Red wedding characters and window decorations were affixed to the window frames, symbolizing the newlyweds' happiness and sweetness, exuding an endless warmth.

Ying Zheng and Zi You sat quietly at the table, two glasses of fine wine placed on the table, the alluring aroma wafting through the air, intoxicating them. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with deep love.

Ying Zheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said softly: "This wine is our oath. May we stay together for the rest of our lives and never leave each other." His voice was low and gentle, as if it was an oath from the bottom of his heart.

Ziyou smiled faintly, her eyes gleaming with happiness. She replied, "Spending this life with you is my greatest happiness." Her words betrayed a deep attachment and dependence on Ying Zheng. Hand in hand, they lifted their wine glasses, gently clinking their rims, making a crisp sound. They smiled at each other and then emptied their glasses.

The moment they set down their glasses, time seemed to freeze, their gazes intertwined, filled with endless warmth and affection. In that moment, they felt each other's deepest tenderness, their hearts surging with indescribable emotion. In that instant, their hearts grew closer, filled with anticipation and beautiful longing for the days ahead.

Ying Zheng gently took Ziyou's hand and walked into the inner chamber together. The flickering light of the red candles cast a shadow on their faces, adding a touch of romance and warmth to the moment. Ying Zheng carefully removed Ziyou's tiara, revealing her delicate face, which captivated him. Their eyes met, filled with deep affection, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Ying Zheng gently caressed Ziyou's cheek, then slowly lowered his head to kiss her soft lips. Ziyou closed her eyes, lost in Ying Zheng's passion, her arms tightly clasping his strong back. At this moment, the sound of their heartbeats blended together, creating the most beautiful melody.

The beauty of the bridal chamber is such a beautiful scene that I feel pity for this peerless person.

The pretty pillow is leaning against me, and the spring scenery is stirring. The new clothes are taken off, and the desire is burning.

The fallen petals are white and beautiful, and the panting is full of sweetness.

The harmony of nature and milk makes the universe old, and the combination of hardness and softness makes the truth come true.

For three months since their wedding, the bedroom door had remained unopened. Ziyou slowly opened her eyes. Her waist was tightly bound by a pair of strong hands, held by none other than Ying Zheng. She tried to break free, but found herself unable to move. Just as she was about to succeed, she felt a powerful force pull her back into a warm, solid embrace.

“A Zheng! Let me go... wuwu...” Ziyou protested softly.

Ying Zheng did not let go immediately. Instead, he relaxed his grip a little and said gently, "Hold me for a while longer." His voice was full of reluctance and attachment.

The person in his arms stopped struggling, as if he also felt this emotion. After a long time, Ziyou finally broke the silence and said, "Tell me, what will the child of you and me be? I am a dragon, and you are a human. So, will the child we give birth to be a dragon? A human? Or..."

Ziyou's question plunged Ying Zheng into deep thought. He loosened his grip on Ziyou and gently pressed her against him. His eyes grew intense, and he leaned closer to Ziyou's ear, whispering, "Why don't you try it and find out?" His words evoked a hint of anticipation and longing.

Ziyou was frightened by Ying Zheng's actions and was at a loss as to what to do. She quickly refused and said, "No! Not now!" However, Ying Zheng did not stop and continued to approach her.

"Wuwuwu..." Ziyou whimpered, her body trembling, and a blush spread across her face. Her breathing became rapid, and her heartbeat quickened, as if she could hear her own heartbeat echoing in her ears.

Ying Zheng's lips gently touched Ziyou's earlobe, and the heat blew over her skin, causing a tingling sensation. Ziyou's body gradually relaxed, and she closed her eyes, feeling the wet sucking on her neck...

"What do you think our child will look like?" Ying Zheng whispered in Ziyou's ear, his tone filled with curiosity and anticipation. Although he had many children in the mortal world, Fusu, the eldest, received more attention than the others. But thinking of Hu Hai, the rebellious son, he had initially thought it was okay to indulge the youngest, just enough to entertain him, but he ended up destroying his Qin Dynasty.

Ziyou's mind flashed with cute little faces, and she imagined what their child would look like. She couldn't help but laugh, her laughter clear and sweet, like a silver bell.

"It will definitely be cute." Ziyou replied softly, with a happy light in her eyes.

Ying Zheng looked at Ziyou's smile, his heart filled with love. He gently kissed Ziyou's forehead, then held her tightly in his arms. The two of them lay quietly on the bed, enjoying each other's warmth and love.

As time passed, some people outside were already grumbling about their duties, wondering when they could finally free their hands. But at this moment, they didn't want to think too much. They just wanted to savor the tranquility and sweetness of the moment, feeling the deep love between them.

In Taichen Palace, Emperor Donghua was buried in his desk, tirelessly handling the mountain of affairs before him. He even took a moment to complain to Milan, who was sitting idly beside him, "Are these two guys really going to wait until the baby is born before they show up?"

Milan propped his chin up with one hand, yawned lazily, and responded nonchalantly, "Maybe, but I'm sure they must be extremely happy right now."

Emperor Donghua put down the memorial in his hand, turned his gaze to Milan, and asked softly, "Madam, don't you long for such happiness?"