Chapter 94

"Ladies, please don't stand on ceremony, please be seated."

Palace maids filed in and served tea to the ladies of the court.

"Is this this year's Yazhou Mengding tea?"

"As expected of a divine tea, its aroma is continuous and its aftertaste is long-lasting."

"His Majesty treats the Empress very well. This year, only a few catties of Mengding tea were offered as tribute. Did His Majesty give them all to the Empress?"

The noblewomen flattered Wen Xin relentlessly, none of them daring to cause any trouble during the emperor and the imperial concubine's good days, as if they were complaining about living too comfortably.

Wen Xin smiled and occasionally responded softly, like the bright moon under the sky, gentle and quiet, yet noble and elegant, without the slightest trace of the timid and petty manner rumored.

Those noblewomen who had experienced her prowess thought to themselves: Even if Consort Wen is a pushover, she still has thorns that can prick you!

The other noblewomen secretly realized that Consort Wen was indeed not simple, and that rumors should not be believed. They should be more careful in the future.

Indeed, how could someone be simple to provoke that tyrant to stand against the entire court for her sake?

With just her looks, figure, and that clean and gentle temperament, even the hardest steel would be softened by her.

After the ladies of the court left, Qingyu and Qinghe helped Wenxin back to her bedroom.

She had just finished her bath when Emperor Chengyuan returned.

"His Majesty."

The young girl wore a soft red brocade nightgown, her long black hair cascading down her back. Her delicate face was flushed with the rosy glow of a bath, and her eyes were brimming with affection. Her pure and alluring qualities, seemingly contradictory, were perfectly blended together, creating a unique charm that instantly captivated His Majesty.

As the effects of the alcohol took hold, Emperor Chengyuan, who was usually sober, found himself extremely drunk, his eyes almost glued to his bride.

She bowed gracefully, her slender waist so light and supple it seemed weightless, as if she would ride the wind away at any moment.

Emperor Chengyuan, in a rush, abandoned his usual composure and haste, pulling the fairy tightly into his arms, making it impossible for her to escape.

The emperor's hot, wine-scented breath brushed against her face and ears, his deep, magnetic voice husky and alluring, "My beloved consort, let us rest in peace!"

Wen Xin blushed at his flustered manner, placing her hands awkwardly on his chest, her eyes filled with tears, "Your Majesty."

Emperor Cheng Yuan's thin lips landed on her fair neck, "Hmm?"

Wen Xin's voice trembled, "We...we haven't had our wedding night wine yet."

"The nuptial wine," Emperor Chengyuan said, carrying her to the table and placing her on it. He then picked up the wine pot and slowly poured two cups of wine.

Wen Xin took the wine glass with her slender, jade-like fingers, and said, word by word with deep affection, "I only wish that Ah Xin and I will be loving and trusting, and grow old together hand in hand."

She smiled gently, her eyes filled with tenderness.

The two intertwined arms and drank the wine together.

Emperor Chengyuan took the dagger, cut off a lock of hair from each of them, and tied them together—they were now husband and wife!

"My beloved concubine, shouldn't it be given to me now?"

He braced his arms on the table, trapping her inside.

Wen Xin nervously placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned back slightly, her eyes watery and shy. "I... shall we go back to our new bed?"

Emperor Chengyuan kissed her, his kiss lingering and caressing, a low chuckle escaping his throat, "No rush!"

Wen Xin didn't want this arrogant and unrestrained king to do whatever he wanted, but she had no chance to refuse. Her body quickly went limp and she could only let him do as he pleased.

The dragon and phoenix red candles burned brightly, the wine pot on the table was overturned, and the wine soaked the red tablecloth.

The magnificent dragon robe was casually tossed on the ground, over which was a woman's red nightgown, and one could vaguely see the small garment with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

The bed curtains fluttered gently, shadows intertwined, and the delicate girl was pampered until dawn.

As dawn broke, Wen Xin was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

Emperor Chengyuan, wearing only an undergarment, held his delicate and weak wife in his arms, kissed her sweaty temples, and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice full of satisfaction.

"I'll carry you to wash up."

Wen Xin was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, but upon hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes, her watery eyes full of vigilance.

She remembered that he said the same thing after that first time.

How naive she was back then, still sweetly basking in his gentle care.

As a result, this scoundrel of an emperor revealed his true colors in the bathroom, tormenting her in the bath for a long time, and then continuing on the bed!

The wicked concubine failed to drain the tyrant dry; instead, she was almost fucked to death in his bed!

How can this man have so much energy?

I heard that he used to be abstinent and celibate, and that he was suspected of being impotent.

The Imperial Concubine experienced it firsthand today and cursed those scoundrels who spread rumors to death.

The emperor is not incompetent, he's absolutely amazing!

Emperor Chengyuan chuckled and kissed the corner of her lips. "I really won't touch you anymore, don't be afraid."

Wen Xin nestled softly in his arms, her sweet and gentle voice filled with weakness, "Your Majesty, I'm tired, and it hurts."

Emperor Chengyuan's expression changed slightly. "Where does it hurt? Let me see!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull back the covers.

Wen Xin pressed his hand down, blushing with embarrassment, "Don't look."

Emperor Chengyuan gently but forcefully removed her hand. "Baby, stop fooling around. Let me take a look. If you're really hurt, summon the imperial physician immediately."

Wen Xin slapped his hand in anger and glared at him. When he was clinging to her at night, why wasn't he afraid of hurting her?

If the emperor and his concubine were to entwine on their very first night, and the imperial physician were summoned, what would that look like?

Does he really want her to become a demon concubine?

His Majesty sensed that his beloved concubine was truly angry and felt somewhat guilty. "I will carry you to take a bath first."

The hot spring water was warm, and while his beloved concubine was soaking in the bath and becoming drowsy, His Majesty the Emperor took the opportunity to examine her body.

It's a little swollen, but thankfully there's no bleeding.

He picked up the ointment he had prepared and carefully applied it to her.

Wen Xin's strong drowsiness was once again dispelled by him.

Emperor Chengyuan's forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat.

He kissed the corner of her lips with restraint, "I'm sorry, I won't... I won't go that far again."

It's impossible not to want it!

Having tasted a sumptuous feast, His Majesty the Emperor would rather die than eat vegetarian food again.

All he wants is to be with his beautiful wife forever.

The God of War expressed his horror: It's true that mortals' wedding night is joyful, but everything should be done in moderation. Taking it to the ends of the earth is terrifying!

Your Majesty, your thoughts are dangerous! You should turn back before it's too late.

Your Majesty the Emperor: Impossible! I want to indulge in the pleasures of having my beloved concubine!

Wen Xin: "..."

Oh no, I suddenly realized that my emperor husband is really mentally ill, the kind of abnormal illness!

Emperor Chengyuan was unaware that he had become a pervert with his little wife. He tucked her in and said softly, "Go to sleep. I'll go to the bathroom first."

Wen Xin was very sleepy, but she glanced at the sky outside the window and tried to get up.

Emperor Chengyuan reached out to support her, "What's wrong?"

Wen Xin said, "I'm going to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager this morning. Shall I offer her tea?"

The tenderness in Emperor Chengyuan's eyes faded slightly, but then he smiled gently again. "It's alright. The Empress Dowager is not in good health and never gets up early in the morning. I will accompany you at noon."

Wen Xin looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt.

The Empress Dowager doesn't get up early? How come she's never heard of that?

Moreover, on the Empress Dowager's birthday, she was clearly receiving the court ladies' homage at Cining Palace early in the morning.

Emperor Chengyuan leaned down and chuckled softly in her ear, "Rather than my beloved consort serving tea, the Empress Dowager would probably prefer that my beloved consort and I work harder to produce offspring for the royal family as soon as possible."

Wen Xin was so embarrassed by him.

Her skin was as smooth as snow, and when she was shy, it would blush like rouge, making her irresistibly alluring.

Emperor Chengyuan's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but kiss her cheek, sighing, "My beloved consort is so lovely and delicious."

No wonder emperors in ancient times neglected their morning court for the sake of their beauties; nowadays, he also longs to be with her all the time.

Wen Xin pushed against his chest and complained softly, "Stop messing around."

"Okay, that's enough. You get some rest and don't worry about anything else."

Emperor Chengyuan held her soft hand and kissed it, saying, "I'll be heartbroken if you get tired."

Wen Xin: "..." You big jerk!

Emperor Chengyuan: "Hmm?"

Wen Xin pulled the covers over her head, saying, "Go wash up in the bathroom right now!"

"Alright," Emperor Chengyuan said indulgently, "I'll come and keep you company in a little while."

Wen Xin lowered her eyes and softly responded with an "Mmm".

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