Before the auspicious hour, Fang Ruotang put on her wedding dress, covered herself with a veil, and sat obediently in front of the dressing table, waiting for the Crown Prince to come and fetch her.

"Xiao Liu, I've come to pick you up."

The Crown Prince had been waiting at the door, his body shivering with cold. He appeared before Fang Ruotang with great eagerness, his tall figure crouching down.

Fang Ruotang's eyes were first drawn to a pair of black boots, and then she saw the person kneel down and move closer so that she could see him through the gap.

"Crown Prince Brother".

The Crown Prince reached out and gently tapped the back of Fang Ruotang's hand; the icy coldness made Fang Ruotang flinch.

"It's so cold. Why is my brother Crown Prince so stupid? Why is he standing at the door guarding it?"

"I'm afraid that if I don't stay by your side, you'll disappear."

“I promised you, so I won’t run away.”

Fang Ruotang was a little helpless. She was also looking forward to today, so why would she run away?

The crown prince chuckled lightly, offering no explanation.

Once the chill had dissipated, the Crown Prince carried Fang Ruotang to the main hall for the wedding ceremony.

Inside the main hall, besides the palace servants, there was only the wedding attendant announcing the proceedings.

The Crown Prince originally wanted to invite the Empress to attend, but after much hesitation, he felt that Fang Ruotang, with her young mind, would definitely have a lot to think about. After all, the girl was very bold in her behavior, but very conservative in her thinking and always had a strong sense of morality. He didn't know where such strange ideas came from.

Are you nervous?

The Crown Prince released Fang Ruotang.

Fang Ruotang had attended several weddings, but never one this quiet.

"No, it's just..."

"how?"

Fang Ruotang was a little unsure whether she should say it or not. She didn't want anyone to know in the first place, and it would be strange to say it now. Under the Crown Prince's questioning, she confessed, "It's just too quiet. I can't feel any joy at all."

The prince glanced around; the bright red wedding silk and dragon and phoenix candles created a wonderful atmosphere.

"Since it's just the two of us, we don't need to be so rigid about some customs. Shall I lift your veil now?"

"OK!"

Fang Ruotang readily agreed without any objection, but the matchmaker opened her mouth slightly, seemingly wanting to stop it, fearing that breaking the rules would lead to an unhappy marriage.

But she quickly realized who the two people in front of her were, that she had no right to speak, and that she could not possibly be unfortunate, so she immediately shut her mouth and put on a smile.

The prince lifted the veil and his gaze fell on Fang Ruotang's small face with fascination.

She looks more radiant today than ever before.

"You are so beautiful."

"You have excellent taste."

Fang Ruotang's big eyes crinkled with laughter as she returned a compliment.

Ignoring the Crown Prince's gaze, which was practically glued to her, she looked around and understood why he had suddenly lifted her bridal veil.

Although the wedding venue was quiet, the decorations were not perfunctory.

Let's get married!

Fang Ruotang withdrew her gaze and spoke to the matchmaker.

The matchmaker immediately nodded, said some auspicious words, and then had the newlyweds pay their respects to heaven and earth.

"...sent into the bridal chamber."

The Crown Prince seemed like a completely different person today. He, who rarely smiled, had a constant upturn at the corners of his mouth. Even when he stood there alone, it was hard to tell what he was thinking. He looked extremely gentle, and his whole being was surrounded by an irrepressible joy.

The two arrived at the Crown Prince's palace.

Fang Ruotang had stayed here once before. It looked similar to the last time, but something was different. While the Crown Prince turned to get the nuptial wine, she sat on the bed and looked around, quickly figuring out the reason.

Besides the red decorations for the wedding, there were also dressing tables adorned with many women's jewelry pieces.

This bedroom bears the marks of another person.

When was this place set up?

The Crown Prince, holding two cups of wine, followed Fang Ruotang's gaze to the dressing table and the open dressing box.

"After you came last time, I had someone prepare these things, just in case. There are also dresses for all four seasons in the wardrobe. You can take a look and see if you like them when you get up tomorrow. Now let's drink the nuptial wine first."

"good!"

Fang Ruotang took the wine cup and, after the Crown Prince sat down, extended her hand first. Her initiative made the Crown Prince's smile even brighter, leaving Fang Ruotang somewhat bewildered.

"Brother Crown Prince, you actually have dimples?"

The prince's smile vanished instantly, and his dimples disappeared.

Fang Ruotang's eyes widened, and she leaned forward a little, spilling some of the wine in her glass. She said eagerly, "Smile again, I want to see your dimples. I've known you for so long, and I never knew you had dimples!"

The Crown Prince rarely showed any expression on his face. Even when Fang Ruotang was in front of him, his aura only softened and he was no longer cold. He would never smile foolishly, and even when he was happy, he would only curl his lips slightly.

But today was different; he couldn't help himself.

No, you're mistaken.

"impossible."

Fang Ruotang puffed out her cheeks and said angrily, "My eyesight is excellent. You have dimples, yet you hide them from me. Do you want other women to see them?"

The crown prince was both amused and exasperated.

He looked at Fang Ruotang with a mixture of doting and helplessness. He knew that she was deliberately making a scene to pressure him, but he was willing to fall for it and could not allow her to misunderstand him even slightly.

The Crown Prince leaned forward and gently touched the corner of Fang Ruotang's mouth, then pulled away and slowly raised his lips, a smile gradually blooming on his face.

Wow, you really do have dimples!

The Crown Prince held Fang Ruotang's wrist, afraid that she might spill the wine in her glass again in her excitement.

"Alright! Let's drink the nuptial wine first!"

The prince quickly suppressed his smile.

Fang Ruotang asked, puzzled, "Why do you hide your dimples? They look so pretty! They make you look cute and approachable."

The Crown Prince looked at Fang Ruotang helplessly; this was hardly a good word to describe a man.

“I am the crown prince, and in the future, I will be the emperor. The people below respect me and fear me, which makes it easier for me to control them.”

"Not necessarily! My eldest sister doesn't manage her servants like that; all the maids in her courtyard are loyal and obedient."

The Crown Prince did not want to explain to Fang Ruotang how to manage her subordinates on their wedding day.

He knew everything about the Prime Minister's residence.

Fang Shengtang treated his servants well, but he was also fair in rewarding and punishing them. He had done things like making an example of someone to deter others. A qualified leader can be kind, but not entirely kind.

"Let's drink the nuptial wine first."

The Crown Prince reached out and took Fang Ruotang's wrist.

Fang Ruotang obediently drank the wine, then blinked her big eyes and looked at the Crown Prince expectantly, asking, "Are we going to consummate our marriage now?"

"Um!"

The Crown Prince responded softly, and Fang Ruotang casually tossed her wine cup to the ground, then pounced on him and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.

The prince chuckled softly; although his lips were numb and sore from the impact, he was in a very good mood.

He imitated Fang Ruotang, gently tossing his wine glass. The empty glass spun lightly on the thick carpet and rolled to Fang Ruotang's glass, thus becoming a pair.

With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around Fang Ruotang's slender waist, pulled her into his embrace, and with Fang Ruotang's cooperation, she sat directly on his lap.

The prince stared at the beautiful woman in his arms, unable to control himself any longer. He hugged her, lowered his head, and kissed her forcefully.