The cold emperor reigns supreme, the arrogant empress begs for a truce.

Chapter Fifteen: Acacia Wine

The wedding was much more complicated than Leng Yuling had imagined, but when she slumped in her chair after all the procedures were over, Ziyan told her that Mo Zhen had intentionally reduced the number of procedures.

Leng Yuling slumped in the chair in a "Beijing slouch," thankfully there were no high heels in this era, otherwise her feet would definitely be ruined.

"It's ruined, it's ruined!" Leng Yuling shouted.

Ziyan knew her temperament well, so she squatted down to massage her calves while smiling and saying, "Your Highness, you're just not used to it yet. You'll get used to it in time."

"No, I don't want to get used to it. The less of this kind of thing, the better," Leng Yuling waved her hand, looking disgusted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zhen walked to the door and happened to hear what Leng Yuling said. He frowned and felt a slight displeasure, but he did not show it.

Ziyan was the first to react. She stood up abruptly, curtsied, and said, "This servant greets Your Majesty."

Mo Zhen waved his hand: "You may all leave."

Ziyan glanced at Leng Yuling, who hadn't gotten up despite seeing Mo Zhen arrive, sighed silently, then curtsied and withdrew.

Only when Mo Zhen and Leng Yuling were left alone in the room did Leng Yuling slowly sit up, cough softly, and the atmosphere became rather awkward.

Mo Zhen walked to the table, poured wine into a glass, and said, "Empress, it's time for us to drink the Acacia Wine."

Leng Yuling was taken aback. She knew what she was supposed to do after drinking, but she really didn't want to continue.

“Um…” Leng Yuling stood up and walked towards the inner room, saying as she did so, “I can’t drink alcohol, yes, I can’t drink alcohol.”

Leng Yuling walked inside, but as she turned around, Mo Zhen grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"Besides drinking, there are other things to do." Mo Zhen's voice was extremely charming, instantly captivating Leng Yuling, who looked at him with slightly dazed eyes.

When their eyes met, Mo Zhen was also drawn to Leng Yuling's eyes. He lowered his head slightly, but just as he was about to touch Leng Yuling's lips, she pushed him away.

This was the first time Mo Zhen had been rejected by a woman. He looked at Leng Yuling with displeasure and said, "I hope you can give me an explanation."

"I...I'm not ready yet." She genuinely wasn't mentally prepared, and besides... "I'm still young, can you really do it?"

This body is only sixteen or seventeen years old. In the era before Leng Yuling lived, it was still a middle school student and hadn't even gone to university. How could it be able to get married!

Thinking about this, she felt that the values ​​of people in this era were truly unacceptable to her, and Leng Yuling couldn't help but click her tongue.

Mo Zhen had no idea what she was thinking. He only saw her disgusted expression and heard her voice filled with disdain, so he couldn't help but say, "Don't forget your identity. You are my Empress."

"I am your empress, but I am also a minor!" If it weren't for this body, she wouldn't dare to say that she was a minor.

Mo Zhen didn't know what 'minor' meant. He looked at Leng Yuling, who always managed to say things he couldn't understand: "What is a minor?"

“It’s just…” Leng Yuling couldn’t help but rub her forehead and sighed, “I’m still just a child, what do you want to do to me?”