My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Song Nuan was completely dumbfounded! What was going on? Was it because the Ninth Prince was holding her hand in the wrong way? She hadn't even started to win him over yet! How did she become the woman he admired?

Feeling the terrifying, jealous gazes coming from all directions, she shrank back in a cowardly manner, moving away from Mu Qianyan a few steps away, trying to break free from his grasp.

Mu Qianyan sensed her fear and distance, so he tightened his grip on her warm hand, pulled her closer to him, and said softly, "Don't be afraid!"

Song Nuan felt a slight pain in her hand and had no choice but to move closer to him.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to grant me marriage." Mu Qianyan knelt before the Emperor, holding her hand.

"Which family does this young lady belong to?" the Emperor asked.

Mu Qianyan released her hand, and Song Nuan honestly replied, "Your Majesty, I am the second daughter of Prime Minister Song, born out of wedlock."

"This...Is Prime Minister Song here?" The Emperor had not expected that this would be Prime Minister Song's daughter. Although she was born out of wedlock, it prevented the Wen family's daughter from marrying into the Ninth Prince's household, thus providing a convenient way for the Wen family and the Ninth Prince to frequently interact.

"Your subject is here." Prime Minister Song stepped forward.

"Today is a joyous occasion. I am personally bestowing a marriage upon your daughter and the Ninth Prince. Do you have any objections?" the Emperor asked, his tone carrying imperial authority and brooking no argument.

"...Your Majesty, I thank you for bestowing this marriage upon me. Long live the Emperor!" Prime Minister Song dared not object and immediately replied.

"Good! Excellent!" The emperor was overjoyed.

The Empress Dowager watched as the two of them, in their back-and-forth conversation, decided on the Ninth Prince's marriage. She could only give Mu Qianyan a disappointed look.

Wen Ke'er watched Song Nuan and Mu Qianyan from the side, the silk handkerchief in her hand almost being torn to shreds. The women of the Song family all deserve to die!

Song Nuan was still in disbelief about what had happened at the palace banquet until she got home. How could the Ninth Prince have chosen her?

As the Ninth Prince sat in his carriage, his personal attendant, Alu, asked the same question: "Your Highness, why did you take a fancy to the illegitimate daughter of Prime Minister Song?"

The Ninth Prince picked up an ancient book from the table and began to read it quickly, then said calmly, "What I want is not a princess, but a puppet. It doesn't matter who it is, it's just this Song... Song..."

"Master, Song Nuan!" Alu reminded him.

"Yes, Song Nuan, she just seems easier to control!" Mu Qianyan had his own plans. He couldn't take the daughters of officials with too low a rank in the court, otherwise the Wen family could easily kill them by creating an accident; he also couldn't take the daughters of the Wen family, otherwise the emperor would become suspicious and plan to eliminate the Wen family sooner; so the only options were the two who held real power in the court, Prime Minister Song and General An.

Both of them were loyal to the emperor and were his confidants. The Wen family dared not make any rash moves, and the emperor was at ease.

General An's daughter seems unusually infatuated with him, but she's too mischievous and unpredictable; who knows what she might do next? Prime Minister Song's two daughters are both stunningly beautiful, but the eldest daughter's personality is too profound; even he can't fathom her thoughts. Moreover, the look in her eyes doesn't seem to possess the detached indifference that comes with seeing through the world at her age—it's extremely strange. So, in the end, only the seemingly insignificant Song Nuanhao can be controlled!

If Song Nuan knew that Mu Qianyan was only bullying her because she looked like a pushover, she would be furious!

The next day, the imperial decree of marriage bestowed by the emperor arrived along with Ninth Prince Mu Qianyan. Mu Qianyan also brought countless betrothal gifts, most of which were rare items. He was sincere and made a grand spectacle for the wedding.

When this news reached the ears of the young ladies in the capital, it broke the hearts of countless young women and shattered the dreams of many girls. In an instant, Song Nuan became the object of everyone's envy.

Wen Ke'er was unwilling to give up and went to the palace again to see the Empress Dowager, hinting that she would be willing to be a concubine. The Empress Dowager was also tempted and summoned Mu Qianyan for a talk. However, the other party smiled and declined, but his attitude was unusually firm. He was unwilling to add another concubine to the mansion. The Empress Dowager had no choice but to give up, but she could not do anything about this son who gave her a headache.

That night, Wen Ke'er stayed overnight in the Empress Dowager's palace, but unexpectedly woke up in the Emperor's bed. Everything was already done, and the Emperor finally issued an edict to make her a concubine and brought her into the palace overnight. She spent her time in the deep palace.

Little did they know that all of this was premeditated. Mu Qianyan knew that the only way to kill the Wen family and send the Wen women to the Ninth Prince's mansion was for the Emperor to take the lead in sleeping with Wen Ke'er.

Now everyone thinks that Wen Ke'er stayed overnight in the palace, used the Empress Dowager to climb into the Emperor's bed, and gained the Emperor's favor. Even her Empress sister has begun to distance herself from her.

Back to Song Nuan's side, with the wedding date approaching, both the Ninth Prince's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion were busy decorating for the big day.

Even Song Nuan was exhausted every day by the nanny whom the emperor sent from the palace to teach court etiquette!

The wedding day finally arrived. Song Nuan stayed in the bridal chamber of the Prime Minister's mansion. She changed into a bright red wedding dress, which was embroidered with continuous and intertwined patterns, symbolizing continuous good fortune. There were also plum blossoms, symbolizing happiness. Her exquisite makeup made her more charming than she usually was.

Looking at her daughter, who had grown up and was about to get married, Song Nuan's mother had only wanted the Prime Minister's wife to arrange a marriage for her with an ordinary, good family. She never expected that the Ninth Prince would take a liking to her. Although she, a mere woman, did not understand the intrigues of the royal family, even in the small Prime Minister's mansion, there was a lot of scheming and infighting, let alone in the Prince's mansion. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince did not have any wives or concubines yet.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Song Nuan with reluctance: "Nuan, when you get to the Ninth Prince's mansion, you must serve the prince well..." Before she could finish speaking, she choked up and her eyes reddened.

Song Nuan stood up, took a handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, comforting her, "Mother, I understand!"

"Good! Good!" All her words were condensed into one sentence: her mother patted her hand.

With a red veil covering her face, everything was ready, and she was just waiting for the Ninth Prince to arrive!

Led by the matchmaker, Song Nuan got into the bridal sedan chair. In the darkness, she could see nothing but the deafening sounds of gongs and drums outside and the lively atmosphere of the crowd.

I could vaguely hear many people shouting, "Ninth Prince, I wish you happiness! Waaaaah~"

"..."

After an unknown amount of time, the bridal sedan chair stopped, and the matchmaker handed her a pair of large hands. The familiar, warm touch told her that it was Mu Qianyan.

In the darkness, Song Nuan felt a strange sense of peace and tightened her grip on the large hand.

Wearing a matching bright red wedding robe, Mu Qianyan sensed the little girl's dependence on her, glanced at her, and deepened her smile, which seemed somewhat ambiguous.

After the elaborate wedding ceremony, Song Nuan was taken to the bridal chamber, where she sat on the bed waiting for Mu Qianyan's arrival.

But she was so tired that day. Underneath her bridal veil, Song Nuan let out a big yawn, unable to resist the onslaught of sleepiness. Her little head bobbed slowly under the veil, and finally, she closed her weary eyes...

In the middle of the night, after finally greeting all the guests and his friends, Mu Qianyan dismissed the waiting maids and entered the bridal chamber alone. Looking at the new princess who was still sitting motionless on the bed, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that this little girl had such perseverance.

But when he lifted the bridal veil and saw Song Nuan with her eyes closed and snoring softly, the perfect smile on his lips froze, twitched twice, and finally couldn't be maintained.

Mu Qianyan casually tossed the bridal veil on the ground, looking silently at the woman who could fall asleep even while sitting.

His handsome face, which was originally accentuated by the bright red wedding robe he was wearing for his wedding day, was now gloomy. A malicious smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he reached out and began to unbutton his wedding robe until he was only wearing a white undergarment.

Then he picked Song Nuan up horizontally and threw her onto the bed. His actions were extremely rough, but even so, he did not wake the sleeping Song Nuan.

"Heh!" Mu Qianyan chuckled, then got into bed and covered himself completely with the bright red wedding quilt. As for Song Nuan, he simply pretended she didn't exist.

The boudoir is warm and cozy, but there are no mandarin ducks entwined around each other's necks

The next day, early morning.

Song Nuan felt cold all over. The cold wind blew in through the window, and she shivered involuntarily. There was a warm source of heat next to her, and she instinctively moved closer. But as soon as her body touched the other person, she was ruthlessly pushed away. Song Nuan pouted and moved closer again, only to be pushed away even more roughly. This time, she finally woke up completely.

An excessively handsome face was very close to her, no longer wearing a gentle, spring-like smile, but rather a deep, gloomy look, as if she had been woken from her sleep.

Song Nuan only realized at this moment that she had married Mu Qianyan yesterday. Afterwards, she seemed to have fallen asleep in a daze and knew nothing about it. She looked at herself still wearing her wedding dress, while Mu Qianyan was sleeping in a warm bed in a white undergarment.

"Help me change when you wake up." Mu Qianyan looked at the woman who hadn't yet reacted. Since she had fallen asleep like that yesterday, he didn't need to pretend to be a good prince in front of her anymore. He said bluntly.

Song Nuan was stunned. It seemed that Mu Qianyan had no intention of putting on a "mask" in front of her.

"Yes," Song Nuan replied softly.

After getting ready, Mu Qianyan prepared to take Song Nuan back to the palace to meet the Empress Dowager.

Inside the carriage, Song Nuan sat with her head bowed to one side, while Mu Qianyan flipped through an ancient book. The two barely spoke to each other, and they didn't look like a newlywed couple at all.

Upon entering the palace, the carriage stopped, and Mu Qianyan alighted first, calling softly from outside, "My princess, please come down!"

Looking at the long, beautiful hands extended in front of her, Song Nuan remained silent. She tentatively placed her hand on them, but he immediately grabbed it tightly and half-forcefully "helped" her down from the carriage. He kept gently reminding her, "Slow down, be careful!"

Mu Qianyan's "thoughtful" care made many of the maids standing not far away look at Song Nuan with envy, jealousy and hatred.

But only Song Nuan knew how much pain her hand was being squeezed...

The two arrived at the Empress Dowager's palace together. The Empress and the other concubines were there, and they couldn't help but cast envious glances at Song Nuan as they looked at the gentle Ninth Prince.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects!" The two men greeted the Empress Dowager, who sat in the main seat.

"Hmm, get up!" the Empress Dowager said, subtly observing Song Nuan.