On Our Wedding Night, the Forcibly Married Prince Presses Me to Bow

Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...

Chapter 94 An exceptionally good younger brother

Yi Shuihan left in anger.

He felt he must have been blinded by greed to have fallen for this woman.

Does liking someone necessarily mean having wild fantasies and turning into a beast?

He would never become that kind of person...

The sordid images hidden deep in his memory surged into his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous.

Their movement speed suddenly increased, and they returned to the Marquis's residence in no time.

He thought for a moment and walked toward the wine cellar, where he unexpectedly encountered a familiar figure.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

Marquis Yong'an looked up and said with great gusto, "Come on, drink!"

He looks quite drunk.

"Instead of staying with my mother to sleep, you came here and got completely drunk?"

Yi Shuihan felt that something was amiss.

"Do you know, the first time I met your mother was in spring, when the magnolias were just blooming..."

He stared at the sky, smiling foolishly, as if he had returned to that day.

"Your mother stood under a magnolia tree, holding a bunch of flowers in her hands, smiling gently, like a lady who had stepped out of a painting."

At that moment, I felt that I would marry no one but her in this lifetime.

Your grandfather had high hopes for me, wishing that I could be granted a noble title and become a high-ranking official.

But when I learned that your mother was a princess, I knew I was going to disappoint your grandfather.

The moment the late emperor agreed to let me marry your mother was the happiest moment of the first twenty years of my life.

For the past twenty years since we got married, I've been very happy, spending every day with your mother. Who knew…

He paused, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"Your mother kept this from me for a full twenty years."

"What is your mother hiding from you?"

Yi Shuihan asked in confusion.

With that brain of his, how could he have kept it from the old man for twenty years?

"Your mother knows martial arts."

Yi Shuihan: "???"

"Are you talking about that woman who gets out of breath after walking three steps, needs to be carried off her horse, and can't even use a kitchen knife?"

Marquis Yong'an glared at him.

"What woman? That's your mother! Show me some respect."

Yi Shuihan: "..."

"On the day the wise prince rebelled, she killed seven assassins," Marquis Yong'an continued. "Each one was killed with a single blow; her skills were even better than Yi Wu's."

Yi Shuihan began to suspect that the old man was drunk and talking nonsense.

His mother could kill seven assassins?

She couldn't kill seven cockroaches; they would just jump on the old man and yell at him.

However, he didn't pursue that matter. Instead, he asked the old man, "Is this why you're sad? Because my mother tricked me into marriage?"

"How is that possible!"

Marquis Yong'an immediately retorted.

"Even if your mother tricked me into marriage, I still love her. I'm just sad that she kept it from me all these years."

Yi Shuihan understood.

You feel that she doesn't trust you.

"Yes, a little."

Marquis Yong'an replied.

He really wanted to ask her why she kept it from him, but she pretended that nothing had happened, and he didn't want to call her out on it.

The more I think about it these days, the more depressed I feel. The only thing I can do is sneak into the wine cellar to drink while she's asleep.

They've been married for a long time, what can't they talk about openly?

It's not a big deal to be good at martial arts. Although he likes the gentle and kind prince, he also likes the heroic and dashing prince.

Yi Shuihan sighed and opened a jar of wine to drink.

Upon seeing this, the Marquis of Yong'an asked him a question.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Instead of answering, Yi Shuihan asked, "Father, what have you been thinking since you took a liking to my mother?"

Marquis Yong'an glanced at him.

Is this something you can hear?

Why can't I listen?

"These are all things that are not suitable for children, so of course you can't listen to them."

"..."

Yi Shuihan immediately understood.

He was even more puzzled.

"Don't you find it disgusting to have your mind filled with that kind of thing?"

Marquis Yong'an shuddered.

She stared at her son in astonishment.

"Disgusting? You think puberty is disgusting?"

Yi Shuihan nodded.

"So you've never dreamed about anything like that?"

Yi Shuihan nodded again.

The Marquis of Yong'an's face fell.

"Oh no, your mother was actually right..."

No one knows a child better than their mother.

This unfilial son actually has a problem.

Do you still remember that incident from when you were little?

Yi Shuihan paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

"Why……"

Marquis Yong'an had a headache.

I don't know how to help this unfilial son resolve his inner conflict.

"Sex itself is not dirty; what is dirty is human nature, do you understand?"

"Of course I understand."

"Then what else is bothering you?"

Marquis Yong'an glared at him.

"Haven't you already met a girl you like?"

How did you know?

Yi Shuihan was astonished.

"Silly child, you can't hide the look in someone's eyes when they like them."

Marquis Yong'an patted him on the shoulder.

“I could tell when she came to treat your mother; the way you looked at her was different.”

Is it that early?

Yi Shuihan harbored resentment.

He only felt a little flutter in his heart on the night of the palace banquet.

"Your wedding is still several months away, why don't you move it up a bit?"

"This is what the Marquis of Yong'an suggested."

Once he gets married, this good-for-nothing son will probably be cured without any medicine.

Yi Shuihan paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"There's no need to rush."

They have a lot of things to solve.

For example, her purpose in coming to Da Xi.

For example, that pretty boy.

For example, his dual identity.

For example... does she really like him?

It seems she only liked his face.

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