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

Xiao Ji's gaze was intensely hot, making Song Wenjun's cheeks burn.

She lowered her head to avoid Xiao Ji's gaze, but he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

When those sharp eyes met her gaze, they melted instantly, like an iceberg meeting the blazing sun.

"You're not drunk."

Xiao Ji leaned closer, his breath carrying the scent of alcohol, which made Song Wenjun slightly tipsy.

She felt weak all over, as if she were floating on a cloud.

It was so fantastical and unreal, like being immersed in a beautiful dream. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Xiao Ji slowly smiled, his bright eyes brimming with a thousand charms, making everything else in the world seem like mere background.

The triumphant King of Chu, a royal nobleman who held the power of life and death, had only his bride in his eyes at this moment.

He said, "If I don't pretend to be drunk, how will they let me go? Today is our big day, how can I bear to make my bride wait so long in the bridal chamber?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun blushed even more.

Xiao Ji brought over a wine cup and handed it to Song Wenjun. Song Wenjun took it, and her red wedding dress drooped slightly, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

The clash of red and white creates a striking visual contrast.

Xiao Ji felt his heart beat faster and his blood boil.

Perhaps the alcohol was too strong, because he felt unbearably hot all over.

He longed to take off these cumbersome clothes, but reason told him he couldn't.

He is so reckless that Song Wenjun would dislike him.

Suppressing the unbearable urge in his heart, Xiao Ji intertwined his arms with Song Yanjun's and drank the nuptial wine with her.

After finishing the wine, Song Wenjun's face flushed red.

Her jade-colored skin had a rosy glow, making her indescribably alluring.

Xiao Ji reached out his hand, and Song Wenjun's body immediately stiffened. However, Xiao Ji carefully removed the heavy golden crown from her head.

She looked at him in surprise, seemingly not expecting that a man would be willing to do such a thing for a woman.

"Let Xiao Tao come and serve you." Song Wenjun was somewhat flattered, while Xiao Ji's expression faltered slightly: "You don't like me serving you?"

"No, no, that's against etiquette."

Song Wenjun's voice was barely audible, her eyes filled with shyness and fear.

Her appearance was undeniably alluring, but Xiao Ji remained unconcerned: "I find it delightful."

He took a comb and gently combed Song Wenjun's long hair. Holding the silky strands in his hand, he stroked them gently and slowly.

The practiced movements aroused Song Wenjun's suspicion: "Do you often comb women's hair?"

Xiao Ji's handsome face was reflected in the mirror.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Wenjun, then gave a mocking smile: "Yes."

“You…” Song Wenjun’s face froze, and she angrily stopped looking at him, but then she heard his charming laughter in her ear: “Why don’t you ask me who that woman is?”

Song Wenjun turned her head away, not wanting to look anymore. Her heart ached terribly. Although she clearly wanted to know, she was very stubborn: "I don't want to know. I don't want to know about Your Highness's past either."

After a pause, she said defiantly, "If Your Highness wishes to take a concubine in the future, you may simply tell me."

She was certain that Xiao Ji had another woman in his heart, probably his childhood sweetheart.

Seeing her jealous expression, Xiao Ji chuckled softly: "What, you're jealous even when I comb your mother's hair?"

"Mother?" Song Wenjun called out softly, the light in her eyes extinguished shining again.

Only then did she see the sly smile in Xiao Ji's eyes: "You did this on purpose."

She reached out to hit Xiao Ji, but he neither dodged nor flinched.

He let Song Wenjun's little fists punch him until she finished venting her anger, then he pulled her into his arms.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's getting late, shouldn't we rest?"

Before Song Wenjun could finish speaking, he suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bedside.

She gasped and instinctively hugged his neck tightly.

The red candle went out, plunging the room into darkness.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window rose and fell, never ceasing...

……

As the morning light streamed through the window, a large, wheat-colored hand grabbed the hand that had just been extended from inside the heated tent and pulled it back.

Song Wenjun pushed Xiao Ji away in alarm, saying, "Stop fooling around. We still need to serve tea to Mother Consort and visit several other places in the palace."

"No rush, it's still early." Xiao Ji held her slender waist tightly, opened his sleepy eyes and saw the red marks on her neck. A satisfied smile appeared in his eyes: "I'll have Xiao Tao put on some more powder for you later."

Song Wenjun felt pain all over her body. Her body felt like it had been taken apart and reassembled. Although it was still her body, everything about it felt unsuitable.

Even the slightest movement causes intense soreness.

Seeing the lust in his eyes, Song Wenjun's face turned pale and fear filled her eyes.

last night……

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Ji turned her chin and gently kissed her lips.

Song Wenjun shook her head in a panic: "I can't sleep anymore, get up quickly, I don't want to be laughed at for sleeping in on my first day of marriage."

She got up as if fleeing, her neck and back covered in red marks.

Xiao Ji still wanted to capture her and bring her back, so Song Wenjun hurriedly called out to the outside world, "Xiao Tao."

Upon hearing this, he withdrew his hand in frustration.

But like a bully, he muttered behind Song Wenjun's back, "I'll be waiting for you tonight."

Song Wenjun was so frightened that she had just stood up when she fell heavily back onto the bed.

Faced with Xiao Ji's threat, she threw two punches in response as a gesture of thanks.

But the soft, weak blows of her fists only made the pain more unbearable.

Xiao Ji sighed deeply and reluctantly got up.

Xiao Tao entered with a group of maids, and Song Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief.

She was being helped to wash up, while Xiao Tao kept yawning.

There are obvious dark circles under the eyes.

Song Wenjun felt a little embarrassed, as she had asked for water several times last night, fearing that Xiao Tao hadn't rested well either.

She decided that once she returned from the palace, she would give Xiao Tao and Mama Xu a few days off so that they could relax a bit.

Xiao Tao, Chunhua, and Qiuyue hurriedly helped Song Wenjun with her makeup.

Consort Ning has moved back to the palace, so this old lady's tea must also be served in the palace.

Song Wenjun was a little anxious. She hadn't seen her son for two days and missed him terribly.

By the time she finished dressing up, Xiao Ji had also gotten ready.

As she rose, Song Wenjun frowned and gave Xiao Ji a resentful look.

He was up all night last night, and I thought he would look exhausted.

Unexpectedly, he was full of energy and had an enviable physique.

Xiao Tao suppressed a laugh as she helped Song Wenjun to her feet. The prince was not only in good health, but he had also taken a hot bath with the princess last night.

They wouldn't even let them serve them.

The prince did everything himself.

What woman wouldn't like such a handsome and considerate prince?

As they walked out of the palace, a carriage was already waiting outside.

Seeing that Song Wenjun was having some difficulty walking, Xiao Ji easily picked her up and put her into the carriage, causing all the maids and servants in the mansion to lower their heads and cover their mouths to chuckle.