Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

The closer the wedding date got, the more uneasy Song Wenchao felt.

He remembered something.

More than ten years ago, the young marquis of Zhenbei Marquisate suddenly became a monk.

The reason was that he wanted to marry a girl, but the girl was already engaged. The young marquis was young and arrogant, and had always been domineering in the capital. Naturally, he could not stand being rejected, so he took her by force, causing an uproar in the city.

On the eve of her wedding, the girl ran away with the help of others.

The young marquis chased her for half a year before he got her back, but when he got her back, the girl had already married her lover and was pregnant.

The young marquis originally wanted to forcefully abort the child and marry the girl, but the girl threatened to commit suicide. In the end, the young marquis reluctantly let the girl go.

He himself also became a monk.

Although Song Wenchao felt that his affairs with Mu Zhou and the young marquis and the woman were completely different.

But for some reason, I felt more and more uneasy, and I kept thinking about this old thing from time to time.

In the end, no matter how many secret guards were placed around Mu Zhou, he could not feel at ease.

He asked someone to re-check Mu Zhou's past and confirmed that the engagement mentioned in the previous letter was fake and that such a person did not exist.

This result made him feel a little relieved.

There is a difference between him and Mu Zhou.

But Song Wenchao couldn't help but think, if Mu Zhou really had a lover and wanted to elope with that person, would he fulfill her wish like the young marquis did in the past and suffer alone.

Thinking of this, a hint of coldness instantly appeared between Song Wenchao's brows.

He will not.

He will never let go.

He would not let himself and Mu Zhou get to that point.

So he sent out team after team to make sure nothing unexpected happened.

But on the eve of his wedding, he couldn't help but come to Mu Zhou.

Looking at Mu Zhou sleeping peacefully on the bed, he slowly stretched out his hand, but restrained himself when he was about to touch her cheek.

She finally fell asleep, and she had to get up early tomorrow, so it was better not to bother her.

Song Wenchao watched like this for a long time, until the sky was getting light and there was movement in the yard. He reluctantly got up, left quietly, and returned to the Prince of Qi's Mansion.

But Mu Zhou knew nothing about all this.

She felt that she had just fallen asleep for a short time when she was awakened by Chuntao.

"Miss, the time has come, the matchmaker is already waiting outside."

Mu Zhou was pulled up with his eyes closed, and began to wash up reluctantly.

*

After a careful dressing up, the matchmaker kept saying auspicious words and covered Mu Zhou with a red veil.

When the time came, Mu Zhou came to the main hall and prepared to kneel down to worship his mother.

She was supported and finally walked to her mother, when she heard Chuntao exclaim:

"His Royal Highness!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, and everyone seemed to be looking outside the door.

Mu Zhou also turned his head and saw a figure walking into the house from under the veil.

Song Wenchao is here?

Logically speaking, he didn't need to come in.

Mu Zhou first thought of his abnormal behavior in recent days and the excessive number of guards, and thought that something unexpected had happened.

Amidst everyone's confusion, Song Wenchao walked up to Mu Zhou, took her hand, and led her back to Xie Zhaoqing.

The matchmaker was very perceptive and immediately began to speak the blessing in a long voice.

Mu Zhou, who was covered with veil, looked confused as he was led to kneel down.

Mu Zhou vaguely heard Xie Zhaoqing sobbing.

Xie Zhaoqing was naturally not sad.

She was relieved and happy.

The Prince of Qi was actually willing to come to greet her in person and even kneel down to worship her. Not to mention the wealthy families in the capital, even in ordinary families, there are very few grooms who can do this.

Her Zhou'er is indeed a blessed man.

Xie Zhaoqing wiped away his tears and smiled with satisfaction.

*

It was not until he was helped into the sedan chair that Mu Zhou began to understand.

So, Song Wenchao came here specifically to kneel down and worship his mother with her?

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

The sedan chair swayed and swayed, and after passing through several streets, it finally arrived at the Prince of Qi's Mansion.

Mu Zhou and Song Wenchao each held one end of the red silk and completed all the steps step by step according to the instructions.

With a cry of "The ceremony is over", the two entered the bridal chamber.

Few people dared to make a noise in Song Wenchao's bridal chamber. Everyone stood outside the bridal chamber in an orderly manner, standing on tiptoe and looking inside. There were only a few wives of Song family relatives in the bridal chamber.

As the matchmaker sang, Song Wenchao held the edge of the veil stiffly and tensely, then slowly lifted it up.

As the veil was lifted, Mu Zhou's exquisitely carved face was revealed.

Her already beautiful face became even more charming and beautiful after dressing up, with her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque as a painting.

The wedding dress was gorgeous and dazzling, all in fiery red, but it still couldn't hide the bride's stunning beauty.

Everyone inside and outside the house was amazed in silence.

She is so beautiful, no wonder the Prince of Qi said he would marry her.

Song Wenchao turned a deaf ear to the whispers of praise from others, and just stared at Mu Zhou with a lingering and sad look in his eyes.

Under his straightforward and aggressive gaze, Mu Zhou's whole body gradually turned red, and shyness spread across his brows.

Chuntao brought the wedding wine, Song Wenchao took a cup and handed it to Mu Zhou, the two of them intertwined their arms and drank it all in one gulp.

Because of the wedding wine, Song Wenchao and Mu Zhou were very close to each other. Looking at her red and tender lips stained with wine, Song Wenchao's throat tightened.

He had also used the tip of his tongue to carefully trace the softness of those lips...

His Adam's apple rolled and the wine went down his throat.

Song Wenchao's pupils constricted slightly.

He was a little impatient.

After all the formalities were completed, Song Wenchao secretly squeezed Mu Zhou's hand with his wide sleeves.

*

Song Wenchao went back to the front hall and found only Mu Zhou and Chuntao left in the bridal chamber.

A maid came forward and asked:

"Madam, your hair crown is too heavy. Let me take it off for you."

Mu Zhou had this idea in mind, so he went to sit in front of the bronze mirror.

The nanny took off the hair crown inlaid with many gems and jades and said:

"The prince is worried about his wife and has already asked someone to prepare food."

Song Wenchao's love for Mu Zhou was indeed obvious to all. He did not care about the rules at all and had already instructed the maids and nannies who served him to do everything according to Mu Zhou's preferences.

If she was hungry, she would ask someone to bring her food; if she was sleepy, she would rest first and not wait for him.

After working for most of the day, Mu Zhou was indeed hungry, so he asked someone to serve him food.

After eating and drinking, Mu Zhou went to take a hot bath.

Song Wenchao's yard is quiet and large, with everything from a small kitchen to a hot spring pool.

The hot spring water was comfortable, and Mu Zhou soaked in it for a long time before coming out reluctantly.

Wrapped in her bathrobe, she lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept. In her drowsiness, she seemed to be enveloped by a heat and felt an itchy sensation on her neck.

Mu Zhou opened his eyes hazily, and when his vision became a little clearer, he met Song Wenchao's eyes full of lust.

By this time, he had already washed up and came back with a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

He rested one hand on the pillow, hanging above Mu Zhou, with his loose collar open.

The other hand slowly climbed up her waist.