The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

As soon as he walked out of the prime minister's residence, soldiers came on horseback to look for Zhao Qiyan.

After hearing the report, Zhao Qiyan turned around and ordered Qi Chuan, "You escort the princess back to the palace. I will go to the Forbidden Clothing Office."

On the way back, without Zhao Qiyan, Yun Shang asked Qinghuan to get in the carriage and go back with her.

She raised her hand and touched Qinghuan's cheek. It was obviously hit much harder and it was swollen.

"Does it hurt?"

Qinghuan dodged her hand, "Miss, if you don't touch me, you won't feel any pain."

Yun Shang quickly withdrew her hand, "There's still some leftover jade muscle cream in the palace. I'll give it all to you."

"Thank you, Qinghuan. Today is all thanks to you."

Qing Huan waved her hand nonchalantly, "Miss, I grew up with you, so of course I have to help you."

"Also, even if my indenture is still in the Prime Minister's residence, you are the princess. As long as you can gain the prince's favor and maintain your position, I don't have to worry about Madam's revenge."

"I haven't read many books, but I'm not stupid."

"So, young lady, you must think carefully about how to gain the prince's favor. It's been two days since the wedding and you haven't consummated the marriage yet. If this continues, rumors about the princess being out of favor will surely spread everywhere."

Yun Shang had read so many stories about palace fighting and domestic intrigue, so she naturally understood what the three words "unfavored" meant in the harem.

Qinghuan has paid so much for her, she can't let Qinghuan get involved.

So, when Zhao Qiyan finished his official business and returned home, he saw the table in the main hall filled with delicacies from land and sea.

And his princess, with a radiant look on her face and dressed beautifully, was standing by and watching him.

Zhao Qiyan slowed down his pace and raised an eyebrow, "What day is it today? Why is it so sumptuous?"

Yun Shang walked forward and pulled Zhao Qiyan to sit in the main seat, then diligently massaged his shoulders, "Your Highness has been busy with official duties, and you've worked hard."

Zhao Qiyan enjoyed Yun Shang's service and leaned back in his chair, not in a hurry to eat. "Well, what else?"

Yun Shang pointed to the table full of dishes and said, "These were all made by me personally in the kitchen, watching the cooks prepare them. They are all the prince's favorite dishes."

"Oh, I thought the princess cooked it herself, but it turns out she just went to the kitchen herself."

"Your Majesty, would you like to eat something cooked by me?"

Yun Shang nodded, "Well, okay, then I will go and learn how to make it myself for His Majesty next time."

Zhao Qiyan chuckled, took her hand from her shoulder, and pulled her in front of him, "That's not necessary. It would be better for you to use your delicate hands to serve me."

serve?

Yun Shang's old face turned red. What kind of vicious words were these?

But Zhao Qiyan's eyes were clear, and it was obvious that he didn't have any special meaning. Yun Shang couldn't help but despise herself.

She followed Zhao Qiyan's strength and sat down next to him. Servants immediately came forward to serve the dishes.

During the meal, Zhao Qiyan didn't ask anything, but just responded to everything Yun Shang said.

After finishing their meal, the two returned to their bedroom together, and Yun Shang continued to express her admiration for King Qi.

Zhao Qiyan dismissed the servants and sat down beside the small table. He took a sip of the hot tea beside the table and said, "What do you want from me? You can tell me now."

Yun Shang blinked, "I have nothing to ask of you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Qiyan raised his eyebrows. "Oh? You're so attentive today. I thought you had something to ask for. Since you don't, forget it."

Yun Shang walked over hesitantly, "I am doing this today to thank the prince."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your protection in the Prime Minister's Residence today. I am not the best lady, nor am I as knowledgeable and well-mannered as Lin Zhiyi, but Your Highness still chose me as his consort. I am very grateful."

Zhao Qiyan's eyes were deep. He pulled her over and held her in his arms, his voice hoarse, "Princess, you are so proactive today. I am very pleased with you."

"Since the princess is no longer afraid of me, let's consummate our marriage today."

As he spoke, he picked the person up and walked towards the bed.

Just as Yun Shang's back touched the bed, someone pressed down on her.

The man's hot breath enveloped her, and this strange and tense emotion made her feel at a loss.

Zhao Qiyan leaned over and sniffed the neck of the person under him. As expected, he smelled the fragrance after bathing, and the clothes were also fumigated with the incense of cassia.

Sure enough, she was well prepared and took the initiative today just to consummate the marriage.

Yun Shang herself didn't know yet. She just followed Qing Huan's instructions to dress up, but she suddenly had other thoughts.

The man kissed her neck and cheek, and put his big hand on Yun Shang's belt, "Are you ready? Tell me if it hurts."

Yun Shang was not afraid at first, but maybe because she was too nervous, when she felt a pair of hot hands moving around her body through her clothes, she suddenly felt her stomach start to hurt.

It was twitching and twisting and hurt.

When a warm liquid flowed out from under her body, Yun Shang immediately understood the reason for her stomachache.

Her face flushed as she gently pushed the man who was pressing on her, "Your Highness, I'm afraid it's not possible today..."

Zhao Qiyan propped himself up, a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and he asked calmly, "Since the princess has taken the initiative, why not?"

Yun Shang hurriedly pulled her half-undressed clothes over to cover herself, feeling very embarrassed. "Well, my little life is coming..."

Zhao Qiyan obviously didn't believe it, "Really?"

"Yeah, really." Yun Shang nodded awkwardly.

Zhao Qiyan leaned over again and smelled a faint smell of blood.

He frowned, staring at the softness beneath Yun Shang's clothes for a long time. Then he sighed, sat up, and rubbed his brows. "Do you want me to step aside? Or should I ask your maid to come in and serve you?"

Yun Shang lay on the bed and didn't dare to move, for fear that any movement would cause blood to flow.

She whispered, "Please, Your Majesty, help me call Qinghuan in."

"Green Ring."

Zhao Qiyan called Qinghuan in.

As soon as Qinghuan came in, she felt the ambiguous atmosphere in the room. She was smiling secretly with her head down, but Zhao Qiyan got up and left.

"The princess's day is coming, you go and serve her."

Here, Yunchang is still struggling with the ancient menstrual belt.

Meanwhile, Zhao Qiyan sat down in the study. The maid brought him a cup of hot tea, but he pushed it away and said, "Give me a cold one instead."

Qi Chuan stood in front of the desk and waited until he had finished two cups of cold tea and felt less irritable before he dared to speak.

"Your Highness, Lin Zhiyi was rescued by King Cheng. The time travelers who blew up the palace were not with Lin Zhiyi and have disappeared."

Zhao Qiyan put down his teacup. "Those time travelers are knowledgeable about astronomy, geography, mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas. It's normal that they can't be caught."

"And now, they have King Cheng secretly supporting them, which makes it even harder to catch them."

Seeing that Zhao Qiyan's mood was getting worse, Qi Chuan hurriedly reported the second thing, "Your Highness, but we didn't gain nothing this time."