Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

Marry him?

Song Yunzhi stared at him blankly, wondering how he had suddenly come to his senses.

"Zhizhi, are you resting? Mother is coming in!" Song's mother's voice suddenly came from outside.

Shen Linyuan looked down at the blushing girl, took out the medicine he had prepared beforehand, and said softly, "This is a medicine that will temporarily make you unconscious. Take it on the day of your wedding. Give me three more days, and I will resolve everything."

"Song Yunzhi, will you wait for me?"

He suddenly became uncertain, afraid that she wouldn't agree, afraid that she didn't actually like him that much.

What right does he have to say such arrogant things?

The man looked nervous and uneasy. Song Yunzhi looked up at the 90 points of affection above his head and nodded, "Okay."

Shen Linyuan's eyes brightened, and before he could express his joy, he quickly flew out of the window.

He walked towards the palace, clutching his wildly beating heart, a distinct smile playing on his lips.

Song Yunzhi agreed.

She liked him, she liked him a lot.

She said she would wait for him.

In the quiet alley, moonlight streamed down, illuminating Shen Linyuan's smiling face.

Shadow has become somewhat numb to it now; this isn't the first time his master has grinned like that, he'll get used to it.

Because Shen Yue was busy with his wedding, the court was temporarily handed over to Shen Li for control.

The second day of the sixth lunar month is an auspicious day for marriage.

The trumpets for the wedding procession had already sounded, and the Song residence was bustling with activity.

Song Yunzhi was pulled out of bed early in the morning to get ready, while the matchmaker explained the wedding etiquette to her.

"Miss!" Zhu Cui came in from outside, looking somewhat nervous.

Song Yunzhi turned her head to look at her and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what happened, the cat suddenly lay down on the ground and didn't move," Zhu Cui said quickly.

Her daughter loves this cat the most, and she would be heartbroken if something happened to it.

Song Yunzhi reached out and hugged the cat. It was still warm and its breathing was even, indicating that it was sleeping very well.

Thinking of something, she opened the drawer next to her. The red medicine bottle had been overturned at some point, and the bottle was empty.

This greedy cat.

She couldn't help but chuckle and handed the cat to Zhucui, saying, "It's asleep. Find a place for it to sleep peacefully."

Zhu Cui breathed a sigh of relief, "I was worried something had happened to it, thankfully it's alright."

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Song Yunzhi was already dressed up and only a little short of reaching the required level of affection. The medicine she had just finished taking was just the right amount to fuel her passion.

The person in charge of surveillance at the Eastern Palace sent a message to Shadow.

Miss Song went out and got into the bridal sedan chair.

Shadow swallowed hard, wondering how best to tell his master.

After thinking for a long time, I realized that whether I stick my neck out or not, I might as well just say it outright.

"Master, Miss Song has gotten married!" he boldly announced into the room.

A loud bang rang out, tables and chairs overturned on the ground, and the man staggered out, his face showing panic, followed by a cold expression.

Shadow asked cautiously, "Master, did you not explain things clearly to Miss Song? Are you sure she agreed?"

Shen Linyuan's gaze swept over, as if it were tangible, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

The shadow fell silent and lowered its head.

After a long pause, Shen Linyuan said in a cold and indifferent voice, "Let Eunuch Liu do it."

"Master, aren't we going to wait?"

The man let out a soft sigh, clenched his fists, and looked outside. Even the morning glow was exceptionally brilliant this morning.

“I cannot disobey the emperor’s decree, so I shall take that position.” He murmured softly, his eyes revealing no emotion.

Today is an auspicious day; the Third Prince is getting married, and the streets and alleys are bustling with activity.

All the people in the city ate the wedding candy distributed by the Third Prince. Even outside the city, special porridge sheds were set up to provide porridge for the poor and beggars.

The road from the Song residence to the Third Prince's residence was lined with people who came to offer their congratulations.

Shen Yue, also with a smile on his face, rode on his tall black horse and clasped his hands in response to the crowd.

Just as the celebrations were in full swing, a mournful tolling of bells suddenly came from the direction of the palace, one after another, without ceasing.

Shen Yue's expression changed drastically, and his trusted aide rushed forward from behind and knelt down, "Your Highness, news has come from the palace that the Emperor has passed away."

Upon hearing this, all the people knelt down.

"Why so suddenly? Is Second Brother currently in the palace?" Shen Yue asked with a serious expression.

The trusted aide replied in a low voice, "The Second Prince was overcome with grief and also passed away."

"what!"

Shen Yue was terrified. He didn't have time to say anything more, so he tightened the reins and rushed towards the palace.

"Miss, what should we do now?" Zhu Cui asked anxiously upon hearing the news.

If the bridal sedan chair had already arrived at the mansion, things would be fine, but it's on the way, and now they're in a dilemma.

"The Third Prince didn't even leave you a message, just abandoned you like this," Zhu Cui complained softly.

The wedding had been turned into this mess, and the surrounding people began to talk about it, even pointing and whispering.

Zhu Cui was so angry that her face turned red, but she didn't dare to argue.

"Let the sedan bearers continue forward; we can skip everything else," Song Yunzhi said, half-lifting the sedan curtain.

Zhu Cui nodded and quickly gave the instructions.

The sound of orderly hooves came from afar, like a massive army pressing in, and the oppressive air seemed to thin out.

"Where did this army come from?"

"It must be the Third Prince. He was the only prince among the late emperor's sons who could shoulder great responsibilities."

The vanguard general dismounted, ran up, knelt before the sedan chair, and declared in a resounding voice, "The new emperor has decreed that we, your subjects, must escort Her Majesty the Empress back to the palace!"

The soldiers behind her all knelt down, shouting, "Long live the Empress!"

"Queen!"

The crowd was in an uproar, not expecting the Third Prince to become the new emperor so quickly. They all knelt down and shouted "Long live the Empress!"

The noise outside was deafening, and it took a long time to stop. The general who was kneeling at the front stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please return to the palace. His Majesty is waiting for you."

"Okay," came the woman's gentle, soft voice.

Zhu Cui was overjoyed, but dared not show it too obviously on her face, and only said, "Thank you for your trouble, General and everyone."

"This is what subordinates should do."

The bridal sedan chair was rerouted, and the sedan chair bearers were replaced by accompanying soldiers, forming a large procession heading towards the palace.

After about an hour, Song Yunzhi was almost asleep when the swaying sedan chair finally landed.

"Your Majesty, we have arrived."

Someone lifted the sedan curtain, and a large hand reached in.

Her well-defined fingers were a pale white. Song Yunzhi reached out and grabbed them, then lowered her head and walked out.

Looking up, she met the man's somewhat indifferent face and was momentarily stunned. "You..."

"The Empress seems quite disappointed to see me?" Shen Linyuan said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over her face with an ambiguous meaning. "Whom does the Empress wish to see? Shen Yue?"

Song Yunzhi pursed her lips and remained silent. Shen Linyuan was immediately angered. He bent down, picked her up horizontally, and turned her around.

"Shen Yue is right there. Does the Empress want to go?" he whispered in her ear.

Opposite him, a general clad in iron armor was pressing Shen Yue to his knees on the ground. On his red wedding robes, it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or something else.

Shen Yue awkwardly raised his head and saw the person Shen Linyuan was holding in his arms. He tried to stand up, but was held down firmly.