The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun was carried all the way to the gate, and she felt as if she were floating on a cloud.

In his ears, he could hear Xiao Ji's steady breathing and his pounding heartbeat.

Song Wenjun suddenly became curious: how did this person manage to remain expressionless while his heart was pounding?

She reached out and touched his chest, wanting to confirm it again.

But then she heard Xiao Ji's suppressed voice in her ear: "Don't touch me now, I'll let you touch me as much as you want when we get back."

Startled, Song Wenjun recoiled as if her hand had been scalded by boiling water.

What nonsense is this person spouting?

It was as if she couldn't wait any longer.

Song Wenjun felt annoyed and gently pinched the flesh on his waist, but Xiao Ji chuckled in response: "There are many people outside now, so you should restrain yourself even if you want to."

Listen to this, it's getting more and more outrageous.

Song Wenjun was both ashamed and angry. Just as she was about to pinch his soft flesh, he gently stuffed her into the sedan chair.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was watching, he took her hand and lightly kissed it, hurriedly saying, "I'll try not to drink too much, wait for me."

The meaning behind those words made one's cheeks burn.

Song Wenjun wanted to punch him, but he lowered the sedan curtain and went out.

With nothing to see around her, Song Wenjun stared at her feet, utterly bored.

Suddenly, I noticed a small, square object next to her.

The thing was colorful, with nine squares on each side, and each square was a different color.

It seems that you need to piece together the colors on the grid to form a complete picture.

Song Wenjun was drawn to it and picked it up to examine it closely.

Time flies by without you even realizing it.

She only realized she had arrived at the Chu Prince's residence when she heard the sound of a sedan chair being lowered outside.

She hurriedly put down the little trinket in her hand and waited quietly for Xiao Ji to step forward and kick the sedan chair door.

The sedan curtain was lifted, and Xiao Ji's first words upon entering were, "Is it all pieced together?"

"Did you let it go?"

The two spoke through the veil, their understanding unspoken.

Xiao Ji chuckled lightly: "I was afraid you'd be bored inside, so I specially found you something to keep you entertained."

Song Wenjun chuckled softly, "It's never quite right; it's always just a little bit off."

Frustrated, she took the items out and, sure enough, one of the pictures didn't match.

Xiao Ji smiled and said, "If we can't put these blocks together, then let's not. Let's get married first."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Song Wenjun.

His teasing made Song Wentou feel much better.

She took his hand and stepped out of the sedan chair.

As I stepped onto the red carpet, all I could hear were the deafening roar of cannons and the boisterous laughter of the guests outside.

She was given a ball of red paste in her hand, and Xiao Ji was pulling her along as they slowly walked into the palace.

Surrounded by congratulatory remarks from guests, Song Wenjun felt as if she were walking on cotton, each step feeling weak and powerless.

Even though it wasn't the first time, the excitement I felt was even greater than the first time.

Last time she was heading towards suffering; this time, she is heading towards happiness.

I hope that I can be this happy and fulfilled for the rest of my life.

After the wedding ceremony, Song Wenjun was led to the bridal chamber, and Xiao Ji didn't even have time to say a word to her before he was pulled away to attend the wedding banquet.

Under the veil, Song Wenjun could see nothing.

All she knew was that someone had come to her side, and she heard Xiao Tao and Mama Xu's voices: "Your Highness, please rest well. Xiao Tao and I will stay here."

With the two of them around, Song Wenjun felt much more at ease.

Out of boredom, she took out the building blocks again and pondered how to piece the pictures together.

Xiao Tao watched her fiddling with the little trinket in her hand and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Your Highness, what is this?"

“The building blocks have nine pieces on each side. We need to piece the pictures together.” Song Wenjun said to Xiao Tao, but her hands kept moving.

Finally, through her tireless efforts, she managed to put the blocks together.

A click, like a faint sound from some kind of mechanism.

Then the building block slowly unfolded in Song Wenjun's hand.

A tiny baby tooth appeared before her.

A tiny baby tooth, perhaps fearing it might break, was encased in amber and made into a beautiful pendant.

Song Wenjun picked it up, examined it closely, and found it very interesting.

There was a note inside. She opened it and saw that it was in Xiao Ji's handwriting.

To my beloved wife, it is an honor.

Fortunately, thanks to the God of Love, I was able to meet you in this mortal world.

I wish to house you in a golden house, so that you may be spared from the disturbances of wind and rain;

I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, to shelter you from the wind and sun, and to fulfill our promise to grow old together.

Xiao Tao almost screamed at the sight of those few lines of text; she never expected His Highness the King of Chu to be so romantic.

They actually hid the love letter inside such a cleverly designed mechanism.

On their wedding day, he even confessed his love to Song Wenjun through a letter.

What woman wouldn't love such a thoughtful and powerful man?

Song Wenjun blushed deeply and quickly put the letter away.

My heart, however, was pounding wildly.

Fortunately, the red veil covered her face, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

If others saw her like this, they would probably laugh their heads off.

The words on that paper were branded into Song Wenjun's heart like a brand.

It seems that getting married again wasn't as bad as she had imagined.

People kept coming in to offer their congratulations, but most of them were there to ask for a reward.

Without Song Wenjun having to intervene, Xu's mother took care of it herself.

The number of guests decreased only when Mrs. Xu felt that her old arms and legs could no longer support her.

She finally sat down to catch her breath and quickly ate a snack to fill her stomach, otherwise she really couldn't take it anymore.

The guests stayed until the sun set and all the guests had left.

Someone came to inform Mama Xu: "Mama Xu, the Prince has returned."

Mrs. Xu immediately understood and came out with Xiao Tao.

Upon approaching, they saw Xiao Ji, who was drunk and being helped back by someone.

Madam Xu frowned in displeasure. Why was the prince drinking so much?

Today is a joyous occasion, and the guests are behaving rather inappropriately.

She hurriedly helped Xiao Ji back to the new house. As soon as he entered, Xiao Ji straightened up.

He was nowhere near as drunk as he had been moments before; he was just faking it.

Madam Xu was stunned for a moment, but then she understood. It turned out that the prince was quite sensible.

He was even more satisfied with Xiao Ji.

She left the room, closing the door behind her.

Song Wenjun heard the door close, shutting out the noise from outside.

Inside, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Xiao Ji didn't seem to be walking towards her. Where did he go?

Or did he just pass out drunk on the ground?

Her hands were nervously clasped together; she wanted to get up, but the veil hadn't been lifted yet.

Helpless, she could only sit on the bed and softly call out, "Are you... are you alright?"

No one answered her.

Song Wenjun grew anxious and asked again, but still received no response.

Just as she was about to get up, Xiao Ji's deep voice came over: "Don't move."

He was right in front of me in almost an instant.

"I thought I was dreaming. I can't believe it's real. I can't believe you've really become my queen."

"It wasn't until I stood inside the room and looked at all this red that I realized we were really married."

Xiao Ji gently lifted the red veil and saw Song Wenjun's bright and beautiful face. He took a deep breath and exclaimed, "So beautiful."