After Yinzhen finished entertaining the guests and returned to the bridal chamber drunk, Qingyin, at the prompting of Songzhi and Dongmei, sat up straight again, leaving only Yinzhen and Qingyin in the bridal chamber.

The red wedding dress made the already handsome Yinzhen even more dashing, and even the flush on his face caused by drunkenness did not look ugly, but rather added a touch of charm.

Her eyes, hidden behind the red veil, were terrifyingly cold, but Yinzhen spoke gently, "Since I have married you, I will treat you well for the rest of my life, Shilan."

Before Qingyin could even hear these incredibly gentle words, her veil was lifted from her head.

After her eyes were momentarily blinded by the sudden light, a handsome young man with phoenix-like eyes appeared before her.

Before he knew it, a captivating face came into view.

"You..." Yinzhen's actions became somewhat sluggish. The drunkenness that had just flushed his face seemed to have invaded his entire mind. Otherwise, how could he have seen a peerless beauty sitting on his bed, with a face like a peach blossom, fingers like scallions, and thousands of black hair tied into a bright red bun? Her affectionate eyes still held a hint of shyness, both alluring and innocent. Her stunning beauty not only captivated him, but also made his noble and arrogant eyes reveal a deep infatuation.

Seeing the familiar infatuation in the man's eyes, Qingyin felt a mix of realization and indifference, and even a hint of disgust in her eyes when she thought about what the man had done to the original owner of this body in her past life.

"Your Highness, I..."

The pleasant voice brought Yinzhen back to his senses. His expression darkened slightly as he covered Qingyin's red lips, which were stained with a hint of crimson from speaking, with his hand, and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Shilan calls me husband."

"Master~" Qingyin lowered her head shyly, trying not to let anyone see the look of oiliness in her eyes.

Yinzhen thought she was just shy, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her beautiful body. With such a lovely woman in his arms, soft and fragrant, Yinzhen's heart was pounding like a raging fire. This unprecedentedly intense and fiery emotion surged like waves on the sea. It turns out that love in this world can also exist at first sight, without any reason.

Under Qingyin's gaze, Yinzhen gently removed Qingyin's hair, headdress, and clothes... His movements were extremely gentle yet carried an irresistible meaning. Looking at the subtle affection in Qingyin's eyes, Yinzhen blew out the bright red candle.

On the wedding night, the red candles burned brightly, but the wind and rain blew again and again.

The drizzling rain that had fallen all night finally stopped the next morning.

When Qingyin woke up, the bed next to her had already become deserted, as Yinzhen had already woken up and left.

"Miss, the Prince has gone to court," Songzhi said, looking at Qingyin who had just woken up with a happy smile.

"Don't call me Miss, you should call me Master now." Dongmei patted Songzhi happily before looking at Qingyin through the white curtain.

Qingyin nodded. "Are we going to visit the Fujin now?"

"No need, Your Highness. The Prince said he was concerned about your health and specially asked you to rest for a few days before going." Songzhi replied happily. Her mistress should be pampered and spoiled, Songzhi thought to herself.

Qingyin gestured for the two women to come in and help her wash up. The ambiguous, slightly red marks on her clothes made the two women blush, and also made them complain about the prince. Such a precious person as their mistress, why didn't the prince be a little gentler?

In fact, they had misunderstood Yinzhen. Qingyin's skin had become extremely delicate since the change, and even the slightest bump or bruise would leave red marks. This distressed Yinzhen when he woke up one night, and he ordered Su Peisheng to send all the precious ointments in the palace to Qingyin's courtyard. Su Peisheng was shocked, because these were excellent medicines for treating external injuries. It was a waste of their resources to use them on a concubine!

While delivering the prepared medicine to Qingyin's courtyard, Su Peisheng also elevated the status of Consort Nian. Even the previous Consort Rou hadn't made the prince do this. Tsk tsk, Consort Nian is no simple woman. It seems the prince's power in the palace is about to be restored.

After finishing her breakfast, Qingyin looked at her slightly undulating belly and comfortably squinted her eyes. She had taken the fertility pill in advance, and thanks to the system's intervention, the Fu Pei that had left her unexpectedly in her previous life would return to her belly. Not wanting to take detours or delays, Qingyin directly used the technology to carry the unsprouted little bun. She comfortably lay on the chaise lounge, accepting the taps, pounding, and pressing from the maids, determined to become the most enjoyable person in the Yong Prince's Mansion.

During this period, Yinzhen only went to Qingyin's Qingtai Courtyard, and each visit lasted for a month. He kept delaying, unwilling to let Qingyin see those concubines. Yinzhen's heart was completely biased. He used Qingyin's poor health as an excuse to exempt her from paying respects to the Fujin, which made Yixiu's headache worse.

Feng Ruozhao, who was still looking forward to the prince's arrival, also lost her composure and was filled with jealousy.

As usual, Qingyin was enjoying her favorite crab roe pastries and rose milk pastries on a table full of delicious food. Influenced by the original owner's character, Qingyin also preferred salty and slightly sweet foods in this small world. She ate with relish, and Yinzhen watched with relish, as if he were the one eating his favorite food. Watching Qingyin eat the pastries one bite after another, Yinzhen suddenly understood where Nian Gengyao's sister-obsessed nature came from. Who wouldn't dote on a treasure like Shilan?

However, at that moment, a melodious and moving zither tune rang out, and Yinzhen frowned deeply, looking sharply in that direction.

Qingyin was somewhat surprised. Was the girl next door that Princess Feng Ruozhao? She had been trying to visit her for the past few days, but had been turned away by her on the grounds that she was not feeling well. Now, she was unable to sit still.

Seeing Qingyin's curious gaze, Yinzhen's anger intensified. Shilan was young and naive; how could she know about these complicated matters? Thinking of that ambitious princess, Yinzhen glared at Su Peisheng, who felt somewhat helpless at the glare. He also felt a surge of anger towards the foolish Feng Gege, who didn't try to avoid the limelight. How stupid! She was already so favored and still had to cause trouble. She deserved her misfortune.

Having received the hint, Su Peisheng quietly left during the brief pause in the conversation between the prince and Qingyin.

Qingyin pretended not to see Su Peisheng leave and continued eating her sweet pumpkin and barley porridge.

After playing her instrument for a while and seeing no one at the doorway, Feng Ruozhao angrily threw down her wooden zither. Su Peisheng witnessed the whole thing and his eyes grew even more contemptuous.

Su Peisheng said with a forced smile, "Your Highness should hope that you brought this zither yourself, otherwise you might have to fix it yourself if it's broken in the manor."

Before Feng Ruozhao could even feel happy to see that it was the prince's personal eunuch, she was immediately blushing and turning pale by his words. Seeing how impolite Eunuch Su was, Feng Ruozhao knew that she had offended the prince. All the courage she had earlier was dispelled, and she became unusually quiet and obedient under Su Peisheng's continuous admonitions.