The final note rises gently, sweet and cloying, like the taste of osmanthus cake, almost sickeningly sweet.

"Okay." Xie Qianzhong responded in a deep voice, and as expected, he leaned down and kissed him passionately. Song Tangxue, however, calmly placed her finger against his lips.

The night breeze lifted her skirt, making it sway gracefully, like a red peony blooming in the boundless darkness: "Lord Xie drank a lot of wine today, I can't stand the smell of alcohol, um..."

Xie Qianzhong took in the cunning in her eyes. He knew perfectly well that Song Tangxue was teasing him. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his side, kissing her urgently. The expected taste of alcohol was negligible.

As her body temperature gradually returned to normal, Song Tangxue pushed him away and teased, "So Lord Xie had already made preparations?"

Xie Qianzhong smiled but remained silent. The faint smile on his lips and the rise and fall of his chest were magnified infinitely in Song Tangxue's eyes, including the fact that he had deliberately rinsed his mouth.

Every single thing she did demonstrated Xie Qianzhong's high regard for her and how special she was to him.

"It's just a pity that the timing, location, and people weren't in sync." Song Tangxue raised her hand and touched his Adam's apple, noticing a slight change in the man's expression.

She had a few drinks tonight, and the alcohol emboldened her, making her even bolder than before. Xie Qianzhong was incredibly adorable, especially the proactive Song Tangxue.

That was a different kind of charm, one that only he had seen and only he could see.

"I caused Song Tangli some trouble today. Li Zhaoxian will probably come to see me later. I'm sorry to trouble you today, Lord Xie." Song Tangxue leaned in and gently touched his lips.

The two pressed themselves together quietly, their red, black, and white colors blending together, and Xie Qianzhong's clothes were wrinkled by the restless kitten.

The second comforting kiss landed on empty space. Song Tangxue watched as Xie Qianzhong crossed the wall and went outside.

The next second, a red lantern appeared outside the courtyard, followed by hurried footsteps.

It seems someone left at the exact time, not a second too late, what a child.

Cui Xi was shocked. Not caring what she might see, she turned to warn her, only to find that her mistress was the only one in the pavilion.

This is such a magical performance, it's incredible!

The young eunuch's eyes lit up when he saw Song Tangxue in the pavilion. He carried the red lantern and walked up to Song Tangxue, bowing respectfully: "This servant, Xiao Xizi, greets the Crown Princess. The Crown Prince is waiting for you in your bridal chamber."

On their wedding night, the Crown Prince was supposed to spend the night with his wife, but for some reason, the two entered together in a sweet embrace. The eunuchs and maids outside were already preparing hot water, but the Crown Prince came out disheveled.

They seemed even more bewildered than the others, closing the door with terrified expressions, as if afraid something inside would jump out.

Song Tangxue could probably guess some of these things. It's only fair to reciprocate. Since Song Tangli was making a fuss about her face, she would put some effort into her body in return.

Song Tangli and Li Zhaoxian entered the bridal chamber and, leaning against the red lacquered wooden door, couldn't help but kiss. As they walked towards the bed, their red clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Upon reaching the bedside, one finds dragon and phoenix candles, each as thick as a child's arm, burning beside the bed, their dim light adding a touch of ambiguity to the room.

"Ah Li." Li Zhaoxian gasped for breath, the veins on his neck bulging. Song Tangli was the person he held dear in his heart. He had waited and longed for her for more than ten years, and she had finally become his wife.

Song Tangli, however, was not caught up in the excitement. She was itchy all over, and Li Zhaoxian's touch felt like being pricked with needles: "Ugh..."

To Li Zhaoxian, the cry of pain sounded more like a groan, and he unconsciously kissed her and gently caressed her.

Song Tangli tried her best to suppress the strange feeling in her body. Her face was covered in sweat and was pale. This feeling was so strange, like she couldn't control herself.

The itch seemed to originate from her lower body. Song Tangli felt ashamed and in great pain, hoping that Li Zhaoxian could finish quickly so that she could be relieved soon.

"ah!"

Unexpectedly, just as the two were treating each other with sincerity, the Crown Prince suddenly rolled off the bed. Song Tangli, disregarding her discomfort, hurriedly got out of bed to help Li Zhaoxian.

"Don't come any closer!" Li Zhaoxian snapped at her, his unprecedentedly angry tone bringing tears of grievance to Song Tangli's eyes. "Crown Prince, what's wrong?"

While keeping an eye on him, Li Zhaoxian picked up the clothes on the ground and haphazardly put them on, watching her warily as he examined the red spots and black marks on Song Tangli's body.

Thinking of the swollen area he couldn't see clearly in the dim candlelight, Li Zhaoxian became even more anxious, tearing a large hole in his red undergarment.

Song Tangli was bewildered and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Brother Crown Prince, if anything happens, tell me, and we can solve it together."

As gentle and considerate as ever, Li Zhaoxian seemed afraid to get close at this moment, and he even refused to take away the clothes that were tangled together with Song Tangli's.

Song Tangli felt resentful when she saw that Li Zhaoxian remained unmoved.

"When did you contract this filthy disease?" Li Zhaoxian stared at the person with a stern face, avoiding them like the plague, wishing he could stand outside the door and talk to Song Tangli: "I hope you can give me a perfect explanation tomorrow!"

After saying that, she opened the door and left without looking back, as if a dog was chasing her. Song Tangli sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. What kind of dirty disease?

Only after the crown prince left did she have time to examine her own body. The marks that came into view horrified her. If she hadn't been certain that she hadn't done anything inappropriate, this would have been impossible to explain.

Thinking of Song Tangxue's flawless face and the marks on her own body, Song Tangli gritted her teeth fiercely. Damn Song Tangxue.

It must have been her! She's an expert in pharmacology; it would be too easy for her to concoct this kind of medicine.

Of course, there is a very small chance of infection, but even for that one in ten thousand chance, you should go out and see a doctor, and do it secretly.

Prevention is better than cure.

Once the room was empty, Lianzhi went inside and closed the door: "Does Your Highness wish to take a bath?"

"Get out!" Song Tangli, who was looking for an outlet for her anger, grabbed dried longans and red dates from the bed and threw them all at Lianzhi's forehead.

Lianzhi knelt down, head bowed. Song Tangli suddenly reached out and lifted her face, scrutinizing her closely: "She is quite pretty."

Lianzhi felt uneasy and spoke tremulously, "Your Majesty?"

"Has the Crown Prince gone far?" Song Tangli asked her coldly, her eyes filled with ice and a madness she couldn't understand.

Lianzhi broke free and kowtowed frantically: "His Highness the Crown Prince spoke a few words with the two matrons and then left..."

"It's a pity, Lianzhi, you weren't born with this kind of wealth and fortune." Song Tangli clicked her tongue lightly, her eyes filled with a strange look, it was hard to tell whether it was disappointment or secret joy, two completely different emotions intertwined.

Lianzhi tried her best to shrink herself into a small ball, not daring to show any fear.

Lianzhi vaguely guessed Song Tangli's thoughts; most of the maids who came with her as part of the dowry were destined to become the son-in-law's second wife.