My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Poor Mu Qianyan fainted on his first kiss...

When he woke up again, it was already dark. His mind gradually cleared, and the events that had happened before he lost consciousness were still vivid in his mind. The bitter taste of medicine in his mouth indicated what had just happened. Mu Qianyan's eyes were deep and his face was gloomy. Why did Song Nuan give him sleeping pills?

"Ayan, you're awake?" Mu Qianyan froze upon hearing Song Nuan's voice; it turned out she had been there all along.

As the sound drew closer, the originally dark room slowly brightened as the candlelight burned. Song Nuan walked towards him, swaying slightly. Several wine jugs were placed on the table in the center of the room.

"Have you been drinking?" Mu Qianyan looked at Song Nuan, whose eyes were glazed over and unfocused. He never expected that his question would turn into such concern.

Mu Qianyan tried to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all. He looked around and found that his limbs were tied to the four corners of the bed. He tried to break free, but he was powerless and couldn't move at all.

Mu Qianyan was tied to the bed with his limbs spread wide. His handsome face, with his black hair flowing freely, showed a hint of evil charm. His intact clothes also gave off a sense of asceticism. His furrowed brows made him even more alluring, making people want to pounce on him.

He could only watch helplessly as Song Nuan walked to his side and gently stroked his cheek. Her face, flushed from drunkenness, possessed an irresistible charm, and her eyes held an unprecedented tenderness and affection.

He felt that Song Nuan's hands were a little cold. Her well-maintained and smooth hands trembled slightly as they brushed against his face, and her hands seemed to be moving downwards.

Song Nuan lightly tapped Mu Qianyan's prominent Adam's apple, and Mu Qianyan's breathing instantly became rapid.

"Hehe, Ayan, look, yours is different from mine!" Song Nuan looked up, revealing a patch of fair skin, her words filled with innocence.

Mu Qianyan couldn't take her eyes off him.

Song Nuan leaned down again, her breath mingling with his, her lips lightly brushing against the corner of his mouth.

"Ayan, why don't you like me?" Song Nuan's slightly hurt voice whispered in Mu Qianyan's ear. Her breath sprayed on his skin, making him momentarily lost in thought. When he came to his senses, he was speechless when he saw Song Nuan's tearful eyes.

"Why are you distancing yourself from me? Why are you so cold to me?" Song Nuan's series of questions left Mu Qianyan somewhat stunned.

Yes, he was always thinking about his own heart and everything, agonizing over the pros and cons of Song Nuan's feelings for him, but he never thought about how Song Nuan would react to his hot and cold attitude. She also had feelings, and she would be troubled by his words and suffer because of his estrangement.

"Now it's all right, you belong to me alone..." Song Nuan buried her head in Mu Qianyan's neck and laughed sweetly, pulling Mu Qianyan out of his self-blame and giving him a vague sense of unease.

He was now bound, completely powerless, like a fish on a chopping board, and could only let Song Nuan do as she pleased.

Now he has a clear understanding of his own feelings. He has always been scheming and calculating, and he always thought things were extremely complicated. Now that he has figured it out, he is no longer anxious or afraid when it comes to matters of the heart. Even if there is a bottomless abyss ahead, as long as Song Nuan is by his side, he is willing to give it a try.

"Nuan Nuan, be good, let me go first..." Mu Qianyan felt Song Nuan's movements and coaxed her.

"No, Ayan, we...we still have things to do..." Song Nuan's voice gradually faded as she slowly climbed onto the bed, blushing as she began to undress under Mu Qianyan's surprised and flustered gaze.

"What...what are you doing?" Mu Qianyan looked at the woman who was only wearing a white silk undergarment, and he could almost see the light red bodice underneath.

"Ayan, I fell asleep on our wedding night, now let's start over..." she said, lowering her head and smiling shyly.

Mu Qianyan had never seen Song Nuan like this before, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Song Nuan reached out her slender hand and began to unbutton Mu Qianyan's coat. Her movements were slow and tedious, and Mu Qianyan felt like he was being driven crazy by the little hands on his body.

"Nuan Nuan, stop it!" he pleaded, his voice trembling as he clung to his last shred of clarity.

"Are you going to reject me again?" Song Nuan looked at him with teary eyes.

"I won't give you a chance to refuse me." Her face darkened instantly, filled with determination and resolve.

With a "ripping" sound, Mu Qianyan's outer garment was roughly torn open and then thrown directly to the ground by Song Nuan.

"Don't... um..." Mu Qianyan was kissed forcefully again. The action on his lips now showed a domineering force that he couldn't refuse, making him somewhat confused and infatuated.

……

Outside, the shadow guards who were originally hiding around the princess's residence suddenly heard Mu Qianyan shout "Stop!" and immediately went on high alert. Just as they were about to attack, they heard their prince's coy voice, which was incredibly awkward!

They exchanged a glance, then immediately returned to their posts, pretending nothing had happened. However, a fierce gleam of gossip burned in their eyes. It seemed the Prince had finally won over the Princess Consort. It hadn't been easy! Now they could finally relax for a while, no longer having to report to the Prince on the Princess Consort's daily activities, such as eating, drinking tea, writing poetry, and painting...

But the man inside was in a state of helplessness and pain. He was helpless because the woman who had just been saying she wouldn't give him a chance to refuse had fallen asleep due to her drunkenness. He was in pain because his desire had been aroused. This unspeakable pain was driving him to the brink of collapse. He certainly couldn't call the shadow guards in to untie him. The woman on top of him was half-undressed and nestled in his arms. He didn't want other men to see her charming appearance, nor did he want to be in such an awkward situation.

He could only shiver in the cold wind to relieve the burning heat in his body. Mu Qianyan shuddered, and couldn't help but recall how he had treated Song Nuan on their wedding night. Truly, karma is a bitch...

The next day, Song Nuan woke up in a daze, her head throbbing with the pain of waking up from a hangover. She rubbed against the warm source beside her and touched a piece of smooth skin.

It took Song Nuan a while to process what had happened. Last night, she seemed to have... tied up Mu Qianyan... and then...

Song Nuan dared not think any further. She had only intended to take a few sips, but she ended up getting drunk. She didn't know how many jugs she had drunk. Drinking really does lead to trouble. But she didn't seem to have gone all the way to the end last night, did she?

Song Nuan breathed a sigh of relief and opened her heavy eyes. What she saw was a strong and powerful physique. She hadn't expected that her prince was the type who looked thin when dressed but was muscular when undressed.

"Nuan Nuan, you're finally awake." Mu Qianyan's deep, pleasant voice sounded above her, husky with the raspy sound of early morning, exceptionally magnetic, and carrying a hint of danger.

Song Nuan slowly raised her head, blinked her hazy eyes, and flashed a fawning smile: "Good morning! Your Highness... Ah!"

Mu Qianyan looked at her bright smile, his eyes darkened, and then Song Nuan gasped in surprise before he pinned her down.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you..." she asked, puzzled.

"I'm untied, right? Then tell me why you tied me up in the first place, huh?" Mu Qianyan asked in her ear.

"This...it's actually a misunderstanding..." Song Nuan shrank her neck, becoming more and more guilty as she spoke.

“I was exposed to the cold wind all night, so now that you’re awake, you should make it up to me…” Mu Qianyan lowered his head, stopping Song Nuan from saying what she was about to say.

“Ayan…”

The kingfisher chirped softly, the sun rose in the east, the morning mist gradually dissipated, and Mu Qianyan and Song Nuan's day was beginning beautifully.

The result of Mu Qianyan's indulgence was that... both of them caught a cold. The old imperial physician in the manor even trembled as he reminded Mu Qianyan to take care of his health and not to indulge too much, before Mu Qianyan jokingly "invited" him out...

"Your Highness, you've been staying indoors these past few days. How did you catch a cold? Could it be that the windows weren't closed properly at night, letting in a cold draft?" Caiyin asked doubtfully.

Song Nuan lay on the bed and silently looked at Mu Qianyan, who was sitting by the bedside feeding her medicine and taking it herself.

Mu Qianyan coughed lightly, his expression remaining perfectly calm.

Aru glared at Ayane and then led her out.

Why did Song Nuan catch a cold? It's not hard to figure out. It's not surprising that Mu Qianyan caught a cold after being exposed to the cold wind all night, and how could Song Nuan, who was so close to him, not be infected?

The news of Mu Qianyan and Song Nuan's reconciliation reached Wen Ruyi, who was anxiously waiting for her cousin's arrival, through the mouths of everyone in the Prince's Mansion. Upon hearing this, her originally delicate and beautiful face twisted into a ferocious grimace, her eyes filled with jealousy.

While Mu Qianyan was alone in the study, she had her maid stop the guards and went in herself. Looking at Mu Qianyan's handsome face in front of the desk, she was captivated and her eyes flashed with infatuation, but then it turned into a burning gaze.

Mu Qianyan raised his eyes slightly and said casually, "What are you doing here, Third Miss? This is not a place for you."

"Cousin, I like you..." she said, placing her hands in front of her as she tried to unbutton her clothes.

"...Someone come here!" Mu Qianyan shouted without even glancing at them.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded outside, as if many people were coming in. Wen Ruyi was startled and quickly buttoned up the two buttons that had been undone. Her face turned pale and her big eyes were full of resentment.

Mu Qianyan raised his head, his smile sending a chill down the spines of those looking at him. He said gently, "Third Miss has been staying at the Prince's residence for quite some time now, hasn't she? Judging by the days, it's time for Third Miss to return home..."

Wen Ruyi sat in the carriage returning to the Wen residence, the handkerchief in her hand almost torn to shreds. She clenched one hand so tightly that her long nails dug into her flesh, causing excruciating pain, yet she felt nothing. She murmured, "Song Nuan..."