After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Two hours later, the two sat facing each other on the bed, their eyes meeting. There was no passionate intimacy as they had imagined; instead, there was some awkwardness.

The Crown Prince coughed lightly: "The estate belongs to Brother Zhuo. I bought it and will use it as our villa in Ganzhou."

Lu Zhiyuan: "It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

The Crown Prince scratched his head: "Not much... Brother Zhuo originally wanted to give us this estate, but I felt it wouldn't be right for a Crown Prince like me to take it for free, so he just gave a token amount. One thousand taels, the land deeds, the house deeds, plus the furniture and servants in the estate."

Lu Zhiyuan moved forward a little: "Then we really got a great deal."

The sudden scent of perfume made the Crown Prince's throat bob. He pursed his lips and tried to back away, but Lu Zhiyuan suddenly hooked his arm around his neck. He stammered, "What does Madam want to do?"

"My husband, today is our second wedding day. What do you think I want to do?"

The prince felt his throat go dry and stammered, "How would I know what the lady wants to do?"

Lu Zhiyuan leaned close to the Crown Prince's ear and said in a soft, seductive voice, "I want you to call me 'wife'!"

The prince felt extremely hot all over, and his ears were frighteningly red.

"Mother...my wife."

Lu Zhiyuan pretended not to see it and picked up the wine glass on the table: "Husband, it's time to drink the nuptial wine."

The Crown Prince nodded, took the wine cup, and drank with Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan took a small sip and looked at the Crown Prince earnestly, saying, "Husband, you look so handsome in red."

The prince choked and his face turned red.

"Ah Yuan... Your red dress is so beautiful, Madam." More than beautiful, she looked like a fairy descended from heaven. Unable to resist, she leaned closer and whispered, "Is it alright?"

Lu Zhiyuan deliberately asked, "What can I do?"

The prince said shyly, "I'll just kiss you, that's all."

"Just a kiss?" Lu Zhiyuan tilted her head. "Don't you want to do something else?"

The crown prince quickly waved his hand: "No, I don't want to do anything else. I swear to God!"

Lu Zhiyuan grasped his fingers and said plaintively, "Husband, A-Yuan is sixteen years old."

The prince's Adam's apple bobbed, and he hugged her: "I can wait, until A-Yuan turns eighteen."

But Ah Yuan isn't eighteen!

Lu Zhiyuan's eyes reddened.

Before leaving this world, she didn't want to owe anyone anything.

She removed her elaborate headdress and exquisitely embroidered wedding dress, looking at the Crown Prince with gentle eyes: "My lord, it's late, let's go to bed."

The sixteen-year-old girl already possessed a distinctly shapely figure. The Crown Prince felt a surge of heat throughout his body, his mouth parched. He picked up the wine cup on the table, only to find it empty. As he reached for the wine pot, he overheard Lu Zhiyuan say, "Let's retire for the night." A sudden thought struck him, and he instinctively headed towards the door.

"Well, I'll go see if Brother Zhuo has left yet. If my wife is sleepy, she should rest early and doesn't need to wait for me."

"Is my husband avoiding my mother?" Lu Zhiyuan grabbed his waist first. "Why is your heart beating so fast? Are you sick? Let me take a look."

"Ah Yuan—" the Crown Prince said in a deep voice, "Let go!"

"Are you going to hit me?"

"No, how could I possibly hit you?" the prince said helplessly. "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

After a while, the Crown Prince suddenly stood up, only to be pushed back down by Lu Zhiyuan. The Crown Prince panicked, but dared not do anything. It was dark; what if he accidentally hurt her? He restrained himself and softly coaxed, "My dear wife, let's go to sleep, okay?"

"She's sleeping!"

"Ah Yuan!" The Crown Prince, his eyes red, pushed her back onto the bed. "I am a grown man, an extremely threatening one. I don't want to hurt you, nor do I want to deceive you. I've been holding back for so long. If you don't behave, I'll devour you."

In the darkness, Lu Zhiyuan met his gaze. "I don't want to lie to you either. I won't live to be eighteen. I don't want to leave any regrets in this life."

Before the Crown Prince could say anything more, Lu Zhiyuan leaned forward and kissed his lips. Perhaps it was because it was her first time, or perhaps her body was too weak, but the act wasn't as wonderful as she had imagined; instead, it was somewhat...uncomfortable.

"But where is he injured? I'll have Zuo Yi go and call the imperial physician."

"No!" Lu Zhiyuan quickly grabbed the Crown Prince: "It's nothing, I just feel..."

"What?" The crown prince looked nervous.

"That? The Empress didn't arrange any concubines for you?"

What does that mean? Is she doubting him? Lu Zhiyuan pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.

"What I mean is, is this your first time too?"

The Crown Prince blushed suddenly: "Of course, I am A-Yuan's husband, how could I..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw Lu Zhiyuan's knowing look.

Is she disgusted with him?

"Husband, don't worry about it. It's understandable if you don't do well the first time." Lu Zhiyuan rubbed her waist. "Go to sleep. We can study it together another day."

First came a thunderbolt, followed by a torrential downpour. The Crown Prince finally understood the feeling of wanting to disappear into the ground. He wanted to argue, but seeing Lu Zhiyuan's retreating figure, he immediately wilted. The dignified Crown Prince, on his wedding night, was actually rejected by his own little Crown Princess. He lay on the bed, feeling wronged, and quietly pulled the quilt over his head.

Sensing movement behind her, Lu Zhiyuan turned around and saw a head covered by the blanket. She remembered an age-old proverb: you can call a man useless, but you can't say he's incapable. Wanting to offer comfort, yet afraid of backfiring, she desperately tried to recall plots from the novels she had read.

As a result, I couldn't remember anything.

At the crucial moment, the system appeared and thoughtfully started playing a movie.

Lu Zhiyuan's cheeks flushed slightly. Quietly and slowly, she moved to the Crown Prince's side: "How about we try again?"

The Crown Prince refused and gave Lu Zhiyuan a stubborn look from behind.

Just as Lu Zhiyuan was about to rest after giving up, she was pinned to the bed and her mouth was covered. Their lips met, and she stared at him wide-eyed. She was only joking; why was he taking it so seriously? She struggled, but he held her forehead against his, rendering her immobile. Annoyed, she pinched his waist.

The crown prince gasped in anger and said fiercely, "My wife pinched me so hard!"

Lu Zhiyuan pinched him again and said gently, "Get up! You're sleepy, you need to sleep!"

"My wife said to give it a try."

Lu Zhiyuan took a deep breath: "I regret it, I don't want to try anymore."

"My wife's word doesn't count!"

Lu Zhiyuan gritted her teeth, "Husband, don't deceive me!"

"My wife is mistaken. I am simply following your wishes." The Crown Prince chuckled. "In the bridal chamber, there is no needle case. Don't even think about escaping."

"Shameless!" Lu Zhiyuan cursed angrily.

Their foreheads were pressed together, their lips almost touching as they spoke, their breaths mingling with each other's. She tried to turn her head away, but he pulled her back and kissed her hard again.

"Husband..."

The prince stepped back slightly, his eyes glazed over: "My dear, this time, I will try my best."

In a daze, Lu Zhiyuan felt as if she had returned to the sea, rising and falling with the waves.

When she woke up, the Crown Prince was not in the room; only Qingzhi was watching over her. Hearing the sound, Qingzhi put down her embroidery and ran over. Seeing the bruises all over her body, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her and said, "Your Highness, this is...too much! This servant will go and fetch the imperial physician for Miss."