Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

When the maid replaced the candles and lit them, the room instantly became bright again.

At this time, the thunder outside the house gradually subsided, leaving only faint echoes in the distance.

Meng Tingyue slowly pulled herself away from Shen Yunheng's strong embrace. Her little face had lost its color due to the shock just now, and there was still fear in her eyes.

Even so, she still forced herself to remain calm, her voice as soft as a mosquito, but full of gratitude: "Thank you, husband."

Seeing her being so polite, the affection that had just risen in Shen Yunheng's heart dissipated, the warmth faded a bit, and a layer of mist-like displeasure unconsciously covered his eyes.

"Well, have a good rest." After saying that, he stood up with a barely perceptible hesitation in his steps.

Just at this moment, another loud thunder roared, breaking the silence of the night.

"Ah--" Meng Tingyue couldn't help but scream out in surprise, with fear still lingering in her voice.

This scene made Shen Yunheng pause slightly. He turned around and saw her like a frightened rabbit, with uneasy waves flashing in her eyes.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and then walked out of the house.

When he returned after a while, he had changed out of his slightly damp clothes and even changed into dry shoes and socks.

"Why is my husband back?" There was still fear in Meng Tingyue's eyes, and she was also a little confused.

"This is my house, why can't I come?"

There was a hint of displeasure in Shen Yunheng's voice. His slender fingers rested lightly on his waist, and he gracefully took off his outer robe.

Meng Tingyue came to her senses and was about to go forward to undress him, but she saw that he moved very quickly and took off his clothes in just a few seconds.

Shen Yunheng has an upright posture. Although he does not have the rough physique of a military general, he has just the right strength and beauty.

However, Meng Tingyue's mind was in a state of confusion at the moment, and she had no time to appreciate this grace.

Her thoughts seemed to be torn between two forces.

On the one hand, there is the fear of the wind, rain, thunder and lightning raging outside the house.

The other side is nervous and uneasy about what is about to happen.

It would be fine on any other day, but in today's situation she was afraid that she would not behave well due to fear. What if she made the Crown Prince unhappy and he disliked her?

Thunder roared and rain poured down, but the atmosphere in the house was somewhat subtle.

Shen Yunheng was completely unaware of her thoughts. He took out a new set of bedding from the depths of the cupboard and gently spread it on the bed.

"Aren't you going to bed?" He stood by the bed, his eyes returning to their usual tranquility, looking at her indifferently.

"Ah, yes, yes." Meng Tingyue seemed to have just woken up, raised her eyes slowly, took a few steps forward with unsteady steps, her fingers unconsciously stroking her clothes, and the action of undressing seemed a little clumsy and flustered.

Shen Yunheng frowned slightly, watching her struggle with the complicated clothes for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you need someone to come in and help you change clothes?"

"No need, really. I can do it myself." Meng Tingyue waved her hands quickly, pretended to be calm, took off her outer robe and began to undress her inner clothes.

There was another thunder outside, which frightened her so much that she started to undress and became disorganized again.

Shen Yunheng sighed helplessly, walked up to her, grabbed her wrist and led her to the bed.

"If you're scared, just sleep tonight."

"Ah, make do? How can you make do? You can't make do." There was a hint of panic and helplessness in Meng Tingyue's words, and her words were a little incoherent.

Shen Yunheng knew that the lightning and thunder outside had disturbed her mind, so he did not delve into the confusion in her words. He just gently pointed to the inside of the bed and said, "Lie down."

Meng Tingyue nodded blankly, slowly took off her shoes and socks, and climbed onto the bed quietly. Only then was she surprised to find two layers of soft bedding on the bed.

She looked up at Shen Yunheng in confusion, wanting to ask what was going on, but she saw Shen Yunheng slowly walking to the flickering candle and asked softly, "Do you need to blow it out?"

Meng Tingyue's body stiffened slightly, then she shook her head gently, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "No need."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yunheng said nothing more. He also took off his shoes and socks, lay down safely on the outside, gently pulled the quilt over himself, and then closed his eyes, as if everything happened naturally.

Meng Tingyue was curled up on the inside of the bed, holding her own quilt, her face full of confusion and helplessness, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

"Just sleeping?" She couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Shen Yunheng slowly opened his eyes, and the subtle mockery in his eyes was even more obvious under the flickering candlelight.

"What kind of person do you think I am? I am definitely not an ordinary person with a head full of dirty thoughts. Even if we really want to discuss consummating our marriage, it is definitely not at this time."

"Besides, I am not a frivolous person. If you have no interest in me, I will not force you."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

Meng Tingyue was so shocked by his words that she stood there in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.

When had she ever expressed her dislike for him?

Just as she was about to ask for clarification, a sudden roar sounded, interrupting her words.

Meng Tingyue subconsciously covered her head with the quilt, trying to block out the terrifying thunder.

Perhaps because there was a person lying beside her, and that person was the famous god of war in the Great Zhou Dynasty, she felt a little more at ease.

In this inexplicable tranquility, Meng Tingyue gradually relaxed, her consciousness became blurred, and she finally fell asleep.

Shen Yunheng felt the sound of even breathing beside him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person who was sleeping peacefully.

Perhaps because of the stuffiness, Meng Tingyue lifted the quilt that covered her head, revealing a face that was faintly flushed due to the heat, like a ripe apple, making people want to pick it.

Shen Yunheng's eyes were clear and calm, without a trace of lust. After staring for a moment, his eyes slowly closed.

Suddenly, he felt a not-too-light pressure in his chest. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his gaze calmly to the person who was sleeping uneasily beside him.

His eyes accidentally swept across a place, and his expression suddenly changed subtly.

On her warm white neck, a red rope was eye-catching. At the end of the red rope, a pendant gently slid down as she turned sideways, and half a piece of broken jade suddenly came into view.

His eyes trembled slightly, and he raised his finger towards the broken jade.

The familiar jade fell into his hand, and the jade seemed to still retain the woman's faint body temperature, warm and real.

Shen Yunheng's eyes changed slightly, and he wanted to take a closer look. The woman seemed a little dissatisfied, murmured a few words in dissatisfaction, then turned over and fell into a sound sleep.

The jade then slipped from his fingertips and returned to silence.

Shen Yunheng's dark eyes stared at Meng Tingyue's back, his mind full of thoughts, which contained rich and complex emotions.