The man's eyes darkened slightly, and he hummed in agreement, his tone rising slightly at the end.

"Whether I am heavy or not, the Empress should be able to feel it every night." The implication in his words was obvious. He grabbed her hand with his large hand, played with her slender, fair fingers, and stared intently at her.

The lust in his eyes was so obvious; his gaze was exactly like that of a hungry wolf eyeing a delicious piece of meat.

Luo Chaoxi silently shifted her gaze to the corner; this man never uttered a serious word.

Such an unorthodox person actually decided to become a monk. His six senses were impure, so even Buddha probably wouldn't have wanted to accept him. Hmph.

The man was clearly not satisfied with just pinching his fingers; he wrapped his long arm around Luo Chaoxi's legs and lifted her onto his lap, the bright red wedding dress and the bright yellow dragon robe intertwined.

Luo Chaoxi looked much smaller as she was held in the man's arms.

"I heard your conversation with your maid just now."

Why are you eavesdropping on people's conversations?

Murong Ling chuckled lightly, "I didn't eavesdrop. I just happened to come over and heard it all. It was perfectly aboveboard."

"Han Lianjing couldn't protect you, and at the crucial moment you had to sacrifice yourself to ensure his safety. Such a useless person doesn't deserve you." Murong Ling paused. "But I'm different. I have power and influence, and I also have a good reputation. In every aspect, I am far better than him."

"I promise you, I will protect you for the rest of my life and never leave you. So you must remember your words, stay with me for life, and from now on, you can only have me in your eyes and heart. If I find that you are still thinking about him, I will punish you severely."

Murong Ling made a harsh statement.

Luo Chaoxi laughed out loud, and boldly pinched his cheek, "Your Majesty not only has a face, but also a very thick skin. Then I wonder how Your Majesty intends to punish me?"

"I'll punish you by making you bedridden for ten to fifteen days, so you won't have the heart to think about him anymore!"

Luo Chaoxi, “…” This must be quite a challenge for him too, right? Aren’t you afraid of dying from exhaustion?

"Your Majesty, rest assured. Since I have chosen to marry you, the past is the past for me. Besides, I don't have that deep feelings for Han Lianjing. Including the time we met at the Prince of Jin's residence, we've only met a handful of times in total, you can count them on your fingers," Luo Chaoxi assured him.

"I was heartbroken before because I couldn't accept the truth that they were going to send me away, and I felt betrayed."

"I believe you." A tender look appeared in Murong Ling's eyes.

"Did Your Majesty suffer from a headache while I was away for the past three days?"

Hearing Luo Chaoxi's concern, Murong Ling was overjoyed, but said with a slightly pitiful tone, "The scent of you on that little garment dissipated in just a couple of days, but I still carry it with me. When I miss you, I take it out to look at it and it helps ease my longing."

Then, he pulled out a piece of light pink fabric embroidered with crabapple blossoms from his chest pocket. The smooth fabric hung on the man's slender fingertips, swaying gently.

It looks very familiar.

Luo Chaoxi looked closely and realized it was her little coat!

He, he, he even brought a small garment with him to his wedding today, never considering the possibility that it might fall out in public...

Just thinking about it makes me so angry!

Luo Chaoxi could no longer maintain her composure. Her face flushed red, and she pinched the hard flesh of the man's waist hard with her hand on her waist.

"Who told you to carry it on your person?!"

Murong Ling feigned innocence, "Then what can I do?"

"In short, no! If others see this, what will become of your dignity as emperor?"

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you," Murong Ling replied indulgently.

He dared not tease her too much. If he angered her now, how would they spend their wedding night together?

Murong Ling stood up and picked up the nuptial wine that had been prepared on the table, handing one of the cups to Luo Chaoxi.

"This was specially prepared by me. It's similar to fruit wine and won't make you drunk."

As for why he prepared this kind of wine that's almost like water, Murong Ling said that he didn't want Luo Chaoxi, a woman who gets drunk after just one cup, to have their wedding night like last time, where she drunkenly teased him until he was neither satisfied nor satisfied, and then turned around and fell fast asleep.

The two held hands and drank the nuptial wine.

The next moment, Murong Ling threw the cup on the table, picked up Luo Chaoxi in his arms, and strode towards the back of the bedroom.

Inside the Ganming Hall, there was a bathing pool, which was already filled with hot water. Scattered flower petals floated in the water, and water vapor swirled above the pool.

Luo Chaoxi instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Thinking about what was about to happen, the blush on her face, which had not yet faded, turned even redder, and her complexion became as radiant as spring.

Seeing the man help her remove her clothes, Luo Chaoxi's heart pounded. "I'll wash them myself."

"I'll help you. You're covered in perfume, which has masked your natural scent. I couldn't smell you at all just now."

As she spoke, Luo Chaoxi was like a perfectly round egg that had been peeled.

Her skin was like solidified cream, and her complexion was as fragrant as jade.

Murong Ling's gaze fell on the snow-white skin, his eyes darkening. His slightly calloused fingertips gently brushed against the plum blossoms on the snow-covered branches, his voice hoarse, "Have you been feeling unwell these past few days without my help?"

Luo Chaoxi covered his eyes, refusing to answer his question.

Murong Ling chuckled softly, then carried the person into the bath.

Luo Chaoxi thought that Murong Ling was already eager to do it in the bath... but she didn't expect him to be so patient. He washed her clean before carrying her back to bed.

Upon touching the brocade quilt on the bed, the man first admired his cleaned prey for a while before pouncing on it.

Before long, soft, delicate sounds echoed in the bedchamber, accompanied by another slightly heavier sigh.

"My darling."

After an unknown amount of time, a cry of pain came from inside the bed curtains, and then all movement stopped.

Murong Ling looked at Luo Chaoxi, whose face was contorted in pain and pale, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, which was then replaced by a visible joy.

"My darling, is this...is this your first time?"

Luo Chaoxi wanted to say, "Isn't that obvious?" But the pain made her open her mouth and she could only utter two syllables.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Luo Chaoxi's eyes were brimming with tears, and she scratched his back hard with both hands, but Murong Ling didn't feel any pain at all.

Overwhelmed with joy, Murong Ling kissed her lips passionately, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your husband will love you."

Ever since he learned that she was married, he never dared to hope that he was her first man. So countless times, he was driven mad with jealousy and secretly wished he could kill Han Lianjing immediately.

She never said that she and Han Lianjing were not husband and wife in reality.

The surprise came too quickly; Murong Ling was overjoyed and hugged the person tightly, kissing them repeatedly.

After a while, the tender sounds gradually rose again, this time with a more charming tone than before. The man's low voice occasionally uttered words that made people blush and their hearts race.

The palace servants on night watch outside the palace blushed, and the commotion inside the palace gradually subsided until midnight.