New Song Dynasty: My Wife is an Imperial Princess

"Hey, it's all just made-up nonsense, a pretentious attempt to appear cultured. You absolutely mustn't spread it around."

This is a poem by Xin You'an. Although it is not as famous as some of his other timeless masterpieces, Tang Qian did not dare to plagiarize it. It was just that when he first arrived in Tokyo, he got along very well with a little girl named Jasmine, and that's why he blurted it out without thinking too much.

Thinking of this, Tang Qian suddenly stopped his thoughts. He stared intently at Zhao Yingluo, who was still sitting on his lap. The suspicion in his eyes slowly faded as he gazed at her, and was replaced by surprise: "I only recited this poem to one person. Could you be the little jasmine who released the river lantern by Junyi Bridge outside Xiangguo Temple in the capital that day?"

Tang Qian put his arms around Zhao Yingluo's shoulders and helped her to her feet. He took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose with it. Tang Qian suddenly laughed: "It really is you."

Tang Qian finally recognized her, which made Zhao Yingluo's resentment disappear instantly. She still had a faint smile on her lips, but her eyes had already begun to blur. Even though she wanted to suppress her excitement, she threw herself into Tang Qian's arms the next moment.

"Heaven has been kind to me. I always thought that after our parting on Qixi Festival, we would never see each other again. But I never expected that you would become my husband. It's ridiculous. After a year of being together, I didn't even know that you were the gentleman who accompanied me to release the river lanterns that night."

"I did think you might be the daughter of a wealthy family in the city, and I even had my mother inquire about it, but I really didn't expect you to be Princess Shunde."

However, now that they are both open and honest with each other, Tang Qian guessed that when he first met Xiao Moli, the sorrow on her face lingered. It turned out that it was because of Emperor Zhao Ji's bestowal of marriage that Zhao Yingluo, who had nowhere to vent her emotions, secretly ran away from the palace to the Bian River to relax and make a wish.

That same night, the two met for the first time on Junyi Bridge. It was only because they were both wearing masks that Zhao Yingluo dared to confide in a stranger.

The wheels of fate had already begun turning two years ago, but destiny played a cruel trick on them, forcing them to experience all the joys and sorrows of life before they were truly brought together.

Now that he had the warm jade in his arms, and it was the person he loved, Tang Qian no longer had the hesitation he usually felt when facing Zhao Yingluo. With a gasp, Tang Qian picked Zhao Yingluo up in his arms and whispered in her ear something that made her cheeks burn: "Actually, I've wanted to possess you for a long time."

Tang Qian was, after all, a man. After sharing a bed for a year, no matter how careful they were, there would still be times when their skin touched unintentionally. As a normal person, how could he not have any impure thoughts?

However, the fact that Zhao Yingluo was forced to marry him made Tang Qian feel extremely conflicted, because he hoped that their marriage was based solely on mutual affection, without any other feelings involved.

He had been holding back, partly because he was in a dangerous situation and had no time to think, but also because he hoped that once Zhao Yingluo had fallen in love with him completely, they could consummate their marriage and he would no longer feel guilty.

Now that he knows that the other person has always loved him, what else is there to say? The two of them are husband and wife who have signed the official document, and it is only natural for him to go to the brothel with his wife.

"Put me down first."

Seeing that Tang Qian still showed no intention of letting go after they entered the room, Zhao Yingluo raised her fist and lightly punched his chest, but Tang Qian ignored her and went straight to the bed before laying her flat on it.

Zhao Yingluo blushed and took a piece of white silk from beside her pillow, spreading it out beneath her. With trembling hands, she untied the hem of her skirt around her waist. Suddenly, she noticed Tang Qian staring blankly at her as she undressed. She spat lightly and glared at him angrily, "What are you standing there for? Go blow out the lamp!"

As a soul transmigrator from the future, Tang Qian had certainly seen those short films that could be made by two or three people, but he had only ever seen pigs run, never actually eaten pork.

Fortunately, they had enough theoretical experience, and after a period of frantic activity, the two finally understood what it meant to be "enjoy the taste of something new".

Feeling that the two of them were covered in sweat from being so close together, Tang Qian ignored Zhao Yingluo's attempts to stop him, got out of bed, took a clean silk cloth to wipe Zhao Yingluo's body, changed her into a set of underwear, and then lay down next to his wife.

Tang Qian's actions made Zhao Yingluo cover her mouth and chuckle: "Husband, you should know now the role Rong'er played in guarding the room."

"Let's not." Feeling that Zhao Yingluo was trying to corrupt him, Tang Qian immediately refused righteously, "The pleasures of the flesh are a private matter between husband and wife, how can we let others witness it?"

Zhao Yingluo blinked and agreed that Tang Qian's words made sense. Even with Rong'er standing next to her, she still felt uncomfortable.

"I just think it would be more convenient to have Rong'er around."

Zhao Yingluo did think of serving Tang Qian, but after that ordeal, she was exhausted and didn't want to move. Tang Qian had to fetch water to wipe her body.

"Isn't it my duty to take care of you?" Tang Qian reached out and pulled Zhao Yingluo into his arms. It was the first time the two had slept together in each other's arms. "It is my responsibility as your husband."

Through the soft moonlight streaming in through the window, Zhao Yingluo pointed a finger at Tang Qian's not-so-muscular chest, her eyes curving slightly: "Then I'll ask my husband to guide me for the rest of my life."

In the quiet of the night, Tang Qian and Zhao Yingluo finally consummated their marriage, a union that should have been completed long ago. The satisfied Song princess was completely free of worries and, embraced by Tang Qian, quickly drifted off to sleep.

Listening to his wife's soft snores and inhaling her delicate fragrance, Tang Qian gently kissed Zhao Yingluo's forehead and slowly closed his eyes.

Both of them slept soundly, but as dawn broke, Tang Qian was awakened by a slightly urgent knocking on the door.

"It might be an urgent military situation; I'll go handle it."

Signaling to Zhao Yingluo not to pay attention, Tang Qian got out of bed and quickly dressed. Watching her husband's departing figure, Zhao Yingluo let out a sigh.

After their passionate night together, she had almost forgotten that Guangling City was still shrouded in the crisis of the enemy's imminent invasion. This knocking on the door pulled her back to reality.

However, with Tang Qian around, Zhao Yingluo felt she had nothing to worry about.

Now, she feels that her life is complete, and even if Guangling City falls in the end, she can die without regrets.

She couldn't let her husband favor one over the other, after all, Xi'er had given up her country for him, and the price she paid was far greater than her own.