Shen Cang was filled with anticipation.

He had noticed during the wedding ceremony that his new wife was very well-off, with full breasts and a plump bottom, quite different from Jiang Wan, who was like a bean sprout. She looked like she was good at bearing children.

Moreover, he figured that since Consort Hui was able to stand out among all the palace maids and be favored by the late emperor, her appearance must have been exceptional.

As her sister from the same mother, this Li family lady must be no less remarkable.

Who knew—

It's gone!

Beneath the bright red veil, a dark, rough face came into view.

Li Zhenzhu's features were not bad, but she was definitely not beautiful either; she was just an ordinary-looking person who blended into the crowd.

The problem was that she had a large, red birthmark on one cheek, which looked twisted and grotesque, and appeared even more frightening in the flickering candlelight.

Shen Cang was startled.

With a tremor of her hand, the veil fell straight to her feet.

Li Zhenzhu covered her mouth, smiled shyly, and then bent down to pick it up.

"What's wrong, my husband?"

This sound made Shen Cang feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's like a burly man with a rough voice suddenly starting to speak like a girl, using a soft, high-pitched voice. He gets tired of speaking, and others get even more tired of listening.

She herself seemed completely unaware.

"Husband?" She reached out and hugged Shen Cang's arm, wanting to press herself against him: "We should drink the nuptial wine now."

"Eh eh eh..." Shen Cang's entire body was filled with rejection.

He forced an awkward smile while carefully freeing his arm from her embrace.

He used the excuse of getting the wine to create distance between himself and her, and casually asked, "You..."

I had barely uttered a single word when I was interrupted.

Li Zhenzhu gave him a flirtatious wink and corrected him sweetly, "You should call me 'wife' now."

Shen Cang suddenly closed his eyes, wishing he could go blind or deaf right then and there.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the other person was still staring intently at her, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "...Mother, wife."

"My lord~"

"How old are you this year?" He wondered why she looked older than him.

"How annoying!" Li Zhenzhu glared at him shyly and said coquettishly, "How can you ask someone's age so casually?"

"I... I was just curious."

"Then kiss me and I'll tell you."

"..." He suddenly didn't really want to know anymore.

Li Zhenzhu didn't shy away from the topic and openly admitted, "A woman three years older than you is like a gold brick. You should be secretly happy to marry me. Your good days are yet to come."

"Heh, hehe."

Shen Cang forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying.

Li Zhenzhu snuggled into his arms and said, "The night is too short, my husband, let's get settled soon."

Shen Cang was too busy trying to avoid her to even think about consummating their marriage. Thinking he could stall for time, he said, "No, no, no... let's talk this out. The wine hasn't been drunk yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Zhenzhu picked up the wine pot and chugged it down in a few gulps.

She tilted her head back and poured it directly into her mouth, so some of it flowed down her face, slowly trickling down her chin and into her collar.

She raised her hand and wiped it off, the gesture as bold as a mountain bandit's wife.

Finally, she let out a loud burp, which almost made Shen Cang vomit up his dinner from the night before.

Li Zhenzhu slammed the wine pot down with a loud bang, so hard that the lid fell off.

She said, "Alright, we've finished the wine, can we go to the bridal chamber now?"

"Hey, sis..."

"What?"

"No! My dear wife, I know you're anxious, but please don't panic. I think we both need to calm down..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Li Zhenzhu stopped pretending and shouted in her original loud voice. As she spoke, she grabbed Shen Cang by the collar and dragged him to the bedside.

With a simple push, Shen Cang collapsed weakly onto the bed.

As he tried to get up, she had already pressed herself against him.

Li Zhenzhu straddled Shen Cang and roughly tried to pull at his belt. When he tried to stop her, she slapped his hand, leaving five finger marks.

Shen Cang covered his hand, which was red from being slapped, his heart pounding wildly as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

Li Zhenzhu grabbed his ear fiercely and warned, "I've been patiently playing with you for a while, and you're already taking advantage of my kindness!"

"Shen Yanlin, let me tell you, I'm not your delicate concubine. I have plenty of strength and methods!"

"If you agree to be with me, we will be a loving couple from now on."

"If you don't comply..." She paused, then suddenly smiled enigmatically.

In the dim candlelight, it was like a ghost.

Shen Cang broke out in a cold sweat.

On the day he went to the Li family to propose marriage, the maid who was in charge of serving her said that their lady had a nickname, "Surpassing Xi Shi".

Xi Shi was as beautiful as a pig!

He thinks it should be called "Zombie Race"!

The imperial edict described her as "virtuous, generous, gentle, kind, and outstanding in appearance," but that was all a lie! In his eyes, she was "unrestrained, rude, and monstrous"!

But Shen Cang dared not utter a single word of these true feelings.

He was afraid that if he angered this shrew, she would run to the palace and complain to the Empress Dowager or the Emperor.

That night, Shen Cang endured a night of utter misery.

The next day.

As soon as dawn broke, Shen Qiyin got up.

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