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The night was quiet.

A tall and imposing figure stood before Nan Qing's bed.

The human and the fox, both fast asleep, were completely unaware of this.

Qin Mobei slowly took off his outer garment.

Wearing only his undergarments, he lifted the blanket, got into bed, and held Nanqing in his arms.

He lifted Nanqing's leg with his right hand and wrapped it around his strong waist, then closed his eyes and rubbed his head against Nanqing's head with satisfaction.

He couldn't sleep without the Empress's dragon bed.

Qin Mobei is not one to compromise himself.

Wherever his queen is, that's where he'll be!

Qin Mobei gently lifted Nan Qing's sweetly sleeping face.

His dark eyes stared intently at Nan Qing, who was nestled obediently in his arms.

His queen.

His beloved...

I could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Nan Qing.

Qin Mobei showered Nan Qing's face, which was flushed pink, with countless kisses on her ears and neck...

"Qingqing"

"My beloved..."

"You are mine"

Qin Mobei's eyes suddenly turned somewhat sinister, as if he had thought of something.

The large hand that reached inside Nanqing's undergarments also unintentionally increased its force.

"Hmm~"

"Um"

Feeling the pressure on her waist, Nan Qing murmured unconsciously.

Nanqing dreamed of a giant snake.

The giant snake tightly coiled itself around itself with its thick body.

Inseparable.

Nan Qing even felt a little breathless...

The sleeping Nanqing was unaware that there was no giant snake.

There was a pervert who would sneak into her bedroom every night and hold her tightly.

Nan Qing's soft murmurs moved Qin Mobei even more.

A wet kiss landed on Nan Qing's full earlobe.

Qin Mobei whispered in Nan Qing's ear in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Qingqing is so sweet..."

"I miss you so much"

You miss me too, don't you?

"How about letting your husband help you..."

The large hand, which had been hidden inside Nan Qing's clothes, slowly moved upwards along her smooth skin...

——

Yin Shi (3-5 AM)

Mei Dan and her four first-class maids together dug their young lady out of bed.

It's too early.

Nan Qing, who stayed up all night watching dramas last night, couldn't even keep her eyes open.

I could only let them do as they pleased, completely dazed.

Today, Lan You gave Nan Qing a rather heavy makeup look, with upturned eyes, light rouge on her cheeks, and fiery red floral decorations on her forehead.

Nan Qing's usually delicate face did not look out of place under the gorgeous makeup; instead, it gave her a more alluring blush.

Nanqing changed into a wedding dress with a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix and cloud patterns sent from the palace, and wore an exquisite phoenix crown with more than 400 gemstones.

With her long dress billowing behind her, Nan Qing looked as beautiful as a phoenix, as if she were about to spread her wings and take flight at any moment.

By the time the makeup was finished, it was almost time.

The way the royal family welcomed the empress was different from that of ordinary people; Nanqing did not need to wear a veil.

Later, Nanqing will be carried to the bridal sedan chair by her elder brother.

The bridal sedan chair would parade around the inner city of Kyoto, receiving the kneeling worship of the people.

Only then will she enter the palace for the investiture ceremony.

Nanqing lay quietly on her elder brother's back, listening to his whispered instructions, afraid that she would be mistreated after entering the palace.

In fact, Nan Qing didn't feel much; for her, it was just about living in a different place.

As for being bullied, although I can't use magic, not just anyone can bully me.

These past few days, her father, mother, and brother have been telling her not to be afraid of anyone, and that if she is really wronged, she should tell her family, and they will take her home even if it means giving up her position as prime minister.

Nan Qing didn't quite understand the rules of the ordinary world and didn't realize how weighty those words were.

But I couldn't help feeling a little sour inside.

As Nan Qing approached the entrance, she spotted Qin Mobei, who was also dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, standing at the gate.

Nan Qing was a little confused. Wasn't it said that she would only be able to see it at the coronation ceremony after entering the palace?

In fact, the ministers who came to attend the wedding were also extremely shocked.

This is against etiquette!

Of course, no one dared to challenge His Majesty's imperial might.

His Majesty immediately purged the court upon ascending the throne.

Moreover, Qin Mobei, who had fought on the battlefield since he was young, exuded a fierce aura that made people feel intimidated.

Originally, it was Jiang Nanyu who carried her younger sister to the bridal sedan chair.

But now His Majesty has come to fetch him in person.

When Jiang Nanyu was only a few steps away from the emperor, she gently put her younger sister down from her back.

Qin Mobei's gaze had been fixed on Nan Qing ever since the red wedding dress appeared.

He always knew that his Qingqing was very beautiful.

But Qingqing, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, made Qin Mobei even more fascinated.

His once clear, dark eyes were now filled with joy and obsession.

A large, strong hand appeared before Nan Qing's eyes.

Nan Qing looked up at the owner of the hand.

The man in front of her was handsome, with deep eyes staring straight at her, but the emotions in his eyes were hard for Nan Qing to understand.

The emperor's usual cold demeanor softened somewhat under the influence of his wedding attire.

"I've never seen such a handsome man before, even better looking than those in TV dramas."

Nan Qing silently murmured to herself.

She placed her delicate, jade-like hand in the large palm in front of her.

Qin Mobei, who had finally managed to hold the little hand, gripped it tightly as if afraid that the other person would pull it away.

Nan Qing's hands were small, and Qin Mobei easily enveloped her entire palm tightly.

The sudden intimacy made Nan Qing a little uncomfortable, but she didn't think too much about it.

Qin Mobei took Nan Qing's hand and they got into the bridal sedan chair carried by eighteen people.

The entire sedan chair was carved from sandalwood, and the silk curtains around the chair were embroidered with patterns of dragons and phoenixes playing, with tassels made of evenly shaped pearls hanging down all around.

As soon as Qin Mobei sat down, he moved his hands to Nan Qingqian's slender waist and held them tightly.

The two were shoulder to shoulder, pressed tightly together.

Nan Qing struggled slightly, and Qin Mobei lowered his head and whispered in Nan Qing's ear:

"Don't move!"

"Once we return to the palace, you can do whatever you want with me."

After saying that, he pulled Nanqing's small hand over with his other hand, forcefully squeezing it between his fingers and tightly interlocking them.

The warm breath on her sensitive ear made Nanqing's scalp tingle.

Isn't he being too informal?!

Moreover, the hand he was holding was constantly rubbing his waist.

Is he some kind of psychopath?

The unfamiliar feeling made Nan Qing shrink back, unsure of what to do.

But this action only made her snuggle even closer into Qin Mobei's arms.

Qin Mobei, smelling the faint scent of perfume and flowers emanating from Nan Qing, could hardly suppress the restlessness in his heart.

...

The bridal sedan chair took a full hour to complete its procession around the inner city.