Chapter 87 "They kissed".

Chapter 86: They Kissed Each Other ==

The girl's voice was clear and melodious, yet she showed no fear or apprehension, nor did she call for help. Xiao Yu had always known that the girl before him was very brave. He raised an eyebrow slightly, "How did Princess Zilu guess that it was me?"

Su Wanyue slightly raised her eyelashes, "Most of the gentlemen in the capital of Nanqiong are people who abide by the rules. Surely no one would dare to barge into a woman's boudoir?"

She's making a veiled criticism...

In the candlelight, Xiao Yu's face was as beautiful as jade, his complexion fair and flawless. He approached Su Wanyue unhurriedly, his deep, narrow phoenix eyes fixed on her, and asked with interest, "What kind of girl does Princess Ziluo like?"

"Who I like seems to have nothing to do with His Highness Prince Cheng."

One of them was from Nanqiong, and the other was from Beili. To be precise, no matter who Su Wanyue married, it seemed to have nothing to do with Xiao Yu.

No one in the world dared to speak to Xiao Yu in such a tone, but this person was the girl in front of him, and Xiao Yu found it particularly interesting. He curled his lips and said, "But even if the princess likes someone else, I'm afraid it's too late."

What did he mean by that...?

Seeing the doubt in her eyes, Xiao Yu calmly answered her question, "Does Princess Zilu know about the upcoming marriage between Nanqiong and Beili?"

As a princess of the Southern Qiong royal family, and with her father, the Prince of the South, highly favored by the current emperor, Su Wanyue was obviously aware of the proposed marriage alliance between Southern Qiong and Northern Li. Could it be that he…

The girl's eyebrows were as black as lacquer, and her watery eyes moved slightly. She had obviously guessed something, and her voice became urgent. She frowned and said, "But I did not agree to His Highness Prince Cheng's request."

She appeared extremely agitated, her furrowed brows suggesting she was accusing the man of wrongdoing.

The man felt like he was a big bad wolf trying to lure a little girl. Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, then rubbed his forehead. He sighed and said in a gentle voice, "But if I don't take action, Wanwan will have to marry someone else."

How could he allow such a thing to happen? However, he didn't want the girl to overthink it, nor did he want her to dislike him because of it. So, Xiao Yu said in a hoarse voice, "Wanwan, you can tell me what kind of husband you want to marry. As long as you tell me, I can fulfill your wish."

The "satisfaction" that Xiao Yu spoke of was certainly not because he was broad-minded and confused enough to choose a husband for his beloved girl, but because he could meet all her requirements, especially how to be a gentle and refined fiancé.

The two gazed at each other across the distance. In the candlelight, the man's face appeared even more handsome. With the intention of making him back down, Su Wanyue coughed lightly and stated her requirements, "I want to marry a husband who puts me first in everything, is gentle and considerate, does not interfere with what I want to do, and will never take a concubine."

As far as she knew, it seemed that all the married princes of Beili had taken concubines. She had only known this Prince Cheng for a month or so, and she did not yet understand his thoughts.

"Then can I understand that Wanwan has considered having me as your husband?" Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, and after receiving a playful rebuke from the girl, he chuckled softly. "I am not one to be fickle, Wanwan, rest assured on that point. Does Wanwan have any other requests?"

Because he wanted not only her in this life, but also in the next, and the life after that...

The weather was calm outside tonight, and the atmosphere inside was pleasant. Su Wanyue pursed her lips slightly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes fixed on the candlestick in front of her. Xiao Yu could quickly guess what the young lady was thinking. He approached step by step, his voice low, "Wanwan, do you still have any concerns?"

Before Su Wanyue could answer, the man added, "Wanwan is wondering whether you like me or not."

Is he a mind reader? How can he know everything she's thinking? Su Wanyue's eyes widened.

Xiao Yu chuckled softly. The girl was young, and although she was outstanding among women her age, her thoughts were written all over her face. He looked into Su Wanyue's eyes, not allowing her to look away in the slightest. "I have a way to help Wanwan see her own heart clearly. Is Wanwan willing?"

What method?

Xiao Yu leaned forward slightly, his long, veiny arms supporting Su Wanyue on either side of her body. His strong, tall body almost trapped Su Wanyue on the chaise longue. Their eyes met, their breaths mingling, and Su Wanyue closed her eyes nervously.

Xiao Yu's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his eyes showing a hint of restraint. The candlelight in the room flickered. Xiao Yu lowered his head and kissed Su Wanyue's lips. The girl's lips were soft and warm, while Xiao Yu's lips were thin and somewhat cool. He took a small sip and gently reminded her, "If Wanwan doesn't like it, she can push me away."

This time, he did not refer to himself as "this king," but as "I."

The man's breath was crisp and clear. His kiss was gentle and wouldn't make the girl feel uncomfortable. Su Wanyue's mind went blank. This feeling was very unfamiliar. After the kiss ended, Xiao Yu lightly pecked the corner of Su Wanyue's lips like a dragonfly skimming the water, intending to soothe her.

"Wanwan, you don't reject me." Xiao Yu looked up at her, a smile on his lips, and coaxed her gently, "I have already sent a message to the Emperor by carrier pigeon, and I will marry Wanwan with all the proper betrothal gifts and a grand wedding procession. In the future, not only will I be yours, but the entire Chengwang Mansion will be yours. What I can give you is something that your childhood sweetheart brothers can never give you. Marriage is not a game, Wanwan, you must think it through."

The man emphasized the last sentence, especially since they had grown up together. It was normal for her to have trouble letting go of her childhood sweethearts and brothers. It was alright; once they were married, he would help her forget them.

The candlelight flickered, and the man's gaze, like the flickering candlelight, was obscure and profound. As soon as Qin'er entered, she saw this scene: the imposing Prince Cheng had pressed their princess down on the chaise longue, the distance between them so great that it seemed he was about to kiss her. Qin'er was both surprised and flustered, and called out, "Princess."

"Your Highness Prince Cheng."

Su Wanyue shook her head at Qin'er, and with a slight push, she pushed Xiao Yu away. Xiao Yu cooperated and sat up. The moonlight was perfect tonight, and Xiao Yu's mood gradually calmed down from the initial "panic". He stared at the girl whose cheeks still had a few blushes and said, word by word, "Tonight, my words are not a lie."

Xiao Yu loves her for who she is, so he wants her to marry him willingly.

Su Wanyue nodded haphazardly.

"Princess, what brings His Highness Prince Cheng here?" After the man left like a gust of wind, Qin'er quickly ran to Su Wanyue and asked in a low voice.

Just as Xiao Yu left the Peony Garden, a burly, cold-faced guard approached him and said, "Your Highness, our Prince invites you."

"Your Highness, Prince Cheng has arrived," a guard said to the Prince of Nan through the door of the study.

The Prince of Nan had already played half a game of chess in his study. Counting the time, an incense stick had already burned. The Prince of Nan sneered and mercilessly rebuked the young man who looked exceptionally handsome and had a refined demeanor, "Your Highness Prince Cheng, entering my daughter's boudoir in the middle of the night, is that hardly gentlemanly conduct?"

"It was my fault today, for disturbing Uncle Nan and Princess Zilu."

Upon hearing the phrase "unable to control his emotions" and "losing his composure for a moment," the Prince of the South glared at him fiercely, his beard twitching.

However, the other party went to the palace to see the emperor during the day. The emperor had already invited him into the palace to ask him and Qingqing what they meant. The emperor's original words were, "Prince Cheng said that after Wanwan marries into the palace, she will be the only mistress of the Nanwang Mansion and the future Empress of Beili. The promise is too light. He will use his power and his life to protect Wanwan for the rest of his life."

This is the promise he made.

The Southern King paused, holding the chess piece. No wonder everyone said that the Northern King's temperament was extraordinary. Since he said it, he would do what he said.

The Prince of the South suddenly realized something: the young man in front of him liked Wanwan. Regardless of whether Wanwan liked him or not, he would marry her without a doubt. The Prince of the South gave Xiao Yu a deep look and asked him to sit down and play half a game of chess with him. The game lasted a long time, but in the end, the Prince of the South won.

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On Su Wanyue's birthday, the Nanwang Mansion was extremely lively. Most of the ladies and young ladies from the capital, as well as the young masters from various families, came to pay their respects. The people who helped Su Wanyue with her hairpin ceremony were Su Wanyue's maternal grandmother, Old Madam Lu, and the Old Madam of the Duke of Sui's Mansion.

Because it was the young lady's birthday banquet, in addition to the separate seating for men and women, the younger generation who were close to Su Wanyue also sat together. Crown Prince Qin Jue also came today. Originally, Qin Jue should have sat in the main seat, but he went to Su Wanyue's seat. Since Qin Jue went, Xiao Yu naturally went as well. The Prince of the South's brow twitched.

Because it is a marriage between two countries, the details of the wedding have not yet been finalized, so it has not been announced to the public yet. Of course, the ladies and gentlemen of Nanqiong are unwilling to give up. Lu Qingchen smiled and said, "Wanwan."

"Second brother."

Nearly twenty people were gathered around a round sandalwood table. Apart from Princess Weiyang, Su Wanyue, Su Wanyue's close friends and cousin, the rest were all young men full of vigor. Su Wanyue's cry of "Second Brother" successfully made everyone's expressions turn sour. Chu Yao glared fiercely at Lu Qingchen, while Xiao Yu glanced at Lu Qingchen indifferently.

Qin Jue saw this scene and raised his wine cup, saying, "Your Highness, I would like to offer you a toast."

"Your Highness, please." Xiao Yu also picked up his blue-and-white porcelain wine cup.

At this table, only Xiao Yu and Qin Jue were of the highest status, so many people came to toast them. Xiao Yu accepted almost every toast. Mo Yu knew that His Highness was a man who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and thinking that today was a big event for Princess Zilu's coming-of-age ceremony, he did not try to persuade him. However, after three rounds, Xiao Yu suddenly became unable to hold his liquor.

Mo Yu hurriedly went to find the Prince of Nan, "Your Highness, our prince is drunk and will probably be staying at the Prince of Nan's residence all night."

The King of the South felt something was amiss, but the reason was reasonable and hard to refuse, so he had no choice but to agree.

The banquet ended very late. Su Wanyue had received so many birthday gifts that one room couldn't hold them all. Qin'er helped her take off her cloak and was about to ask if she wanted to rest for a while when another maid came in, "Princess."

"What's wrong"

The maid looked troubled. "Princess, His Highness Prince Cheng is drunk, but the servants brought him hangover soup, but he didn't touch a drop. He said he was fine, but His Highness's guards said that his Highness is so drunk that he is unconscious and probably still needs to take the hangover soup."

His Highness Prince Cheng's meaning was already quite clear, but since the Prince and Princess had already retired for the night, the servants couldn't disturb them and had no choice but to ask Su Wanyue for her opinion.

Hearing that her father and mother had already retired for the night, Su Wanyue bit her lip, thinking that she would leave after delivering the hangover soup. She went to the Bamboo Garden.

Just as the hangover soup was placed down, the person on the couch seemed to have gained supernatural eyes. He opened his beautifully shaped eyes, raised his slender fingers, pulled the girl into his arms, cupped her face, and kissed her. His kiss was urgent, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Su Wanyue's forehead was covered in sweat, and her eyes were misty. She looked like a blooming peony, with her eyes slightly closed.

"Wanwan, would you also call me 'Brother Yu' once?"