Chapter 66 On their wedding night, the two men were filled with jealousy and despair...

Under the arrangement of the official in charge of rites, Yuan Yan presented a pair of live geese, which he had personally hunted, as a gift on the table.

She bowed to the eldest prince and said, "Uncle, I've come to receive Lingyi."

The eldest prince immediately ordered his attendants to help Yuan Yan up, and a kind voice came from behind the screen.

"Good child, I have seen your heart for Yi'er these days. From now on, I will entrust Yi'er to you."

"Uncle, rest assured, Yuan Yan will certainly live up to your expectations. Yi'er is the man I swore to spend my life with. Today, Uncle is willing to give Yi'er to me, and I will definitely not let him suffer the slightest grievance in the Prince's mansion," Yuan Yan said solemnly.

The Crown Prince was even more moved and said repeatedly, "Good, good. I can rest assured that Yi'er can marry a woman like you."

As they were talking, the eunuch from the eldest prince's residence helped Yang Lingyi out and put her in a sedan chair.

[Congratulations, host! You've finally married your sweetheart today.] Seeing Yuan Yan's radiant face, the system couldn't help but feel happy for her and offered its congratulations.

"Yes, from now on, Yi'er is mine." Yuan Yan smiled, wishing he could skip the journey and take Yi'er home directly.

The system looked at her expression and sighed inwardly.

That's wonderful. Host, you've finally found a man to accompany you.

The system stopped broadcasting the spoilsport announcement about the handsome man and voluntarily went offline temporarily.

Even when a princess is getting married, no one dares to urge her to drink or cause trouble at the wedding. After Yuan Yan and Yang Lingyi completed the ceremony of entering the mansion, they were escorted together to the bridal chamber.

Inside the bridal chamber, a brocade quilt adorned with a hundred women was laid out in the tent, and wine cups were placed on the table.

She had just instructed her husbands to scatter many colorful flowers and fruits, as well as gold coins, around the wedding bed, and to hide gold millet and dates in the pillow, symbolizing a house full of gold and jade and the early birth of a noble daughter.

Yuan Yan dismissed the servants and took Yang Lingyi's hand, calling her "Yi'er" with a smile.

"Sister Yan." Yang Lingyi couldn't see anything under her veil, and they had left the mansion to go to a new place.

He should have been somewhat apprehensive, but knowing that the person beside him was Yuan Yan, his heart felt as if it were immersed in warm water, filled with joy amidst tranquility.

With his breathing quickening slightly, Yuan Yan lifted the bright red veil.

Beneath the veil, Yang Lingyi's fair cheeks were flushed, her thick, long eyelashes drooping slightly, concealing her shy, affectionate eyes. Against the backdrop of her wedding attire, her delicate beauty was enhanced by a touch of allure, causing Yuan Yan's gaze to deepen.

"Yi'er, I've been waiting day and night, and I've finally brought you home as my bride." Her voice was slightly hoarse.

"I feel that there has never been a time when I could be as happy as I am at this moment."

Sister Yan really loves him.

Hearing her straightforward words, Yang Lingyi's face turned completely red, and she replied softly, "I am also very happy to marry you, sister."

Yuan Yan's heart softened at his shy yet affectionate expression, and she smiled, "Still calling me 'sister'?"

"Yi'er is already married to me, so what should she call me now?"

"My lady..." Yang Lingyi called softly, her eyelashes, which trembled slightly like butterfly wings, gently brushed against Yuan Yan's heart like feathers.

Upon hearing his call, Yuan Yan's already precarious self-control snapped instantly, like a rope breaking.

At that moment, she didn't want to think about anything anymore.

He immediately kissed Yang Lingyi's lips as she spoke, and pulled her down onto the bed.

"Yes, my wife... Sister Yan..."

Yang Lingyi was breathless from the deep kiss. She was already confused and infatuated. In her rapid breathing, she thought of the wine cup on the table and struggled to speak.

"Sweetie, relax. Don't worry about that, get up and we'll talk about it later."

Yuan Yan's arrow was already on the bowstring; there was no way he could stop at this moment. His movements became even gentler, coaxing Yang Lingyi to continue.

...

The sudden rain had just stopped.

The lingering effects of passion in my body had not yet subsided.

Yuan Yan embraced Yang Lingyi, lowered his head slightly, and planted another kiss on the corner of her lips.

"Yi'er, today is our wedding day. From now on, we will stay together until we grow old... There is something I must tell you." She touched Yang Lingyi's dimples, her eyes filled with a rare tenderness.

Yang Lingyi had been exhausted for a long time and felt that all her strength had been used up. Her body was hot and damp. She had already leaned softly against Yuan Yan's chest, looking sleepy, but upon hearing this, she suddenly became alert.

"Sister Yan, what's wrong?" Yang Lingyi's ears perked up like a rabbit whose radar had been triggered.

He regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth and bit his lip.

"Wait, sister, don't tell me yet. Let me guess first."

"You...do you have other lovers outside?"

"No." Yuan Yan hadn't expected him to think of that, and couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

"Then, could it be that my sister has a child that she hasn't brought into the manor?"

Before she could even finish speaking, Yang Lingyi denied it herself, saying, "No, impossible."

If Yuan Yan had a child, it would be the eldest daughter of the King of Qin. Regardless of which man she was born to, it would be impossible for her to be left to wander outside.

When it comes to Yuan Yan, Yang Lingyi becomes unable to think straight.

However, apart from these two aspects that he feared most, Yang Lingyi really couldn't think of anything else.

"I really can't think of anything, so please tell me, sister," Yang Lingyi honestly threw the question back to Yuan Yan.

Yuan Yan couldn't help but laugh when he saw the changes in his expression and the worried look on his face.

"Yi'er, I meant I'm interested in becoming the emperor. What are you thinking?" Yuan Yan laughed heartily.

"So that's how it is. Why didn't you say so sooner, sister?" Yang Lingyi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing her relaxed tone.

However, after saying this, he seemed to belatedly realize something and couldn't help but raise his head.

"Sister, you just said..."

“Yes, that’s exactly what Yi’er heard,” Yuan Yan readily admitted.

I thought that a simple and well-behaved man like Yang Lingyi would be frightened upon hearing this.

To everyone's surprise, after confirming it once, he let out a sigh of relief.

"So that's what it is. Why are you so serious, sister? You almost scared me." Yang Lingyi buried her face back in Yuan Yan's arms and said with a slight reproach.

Obviously, this kind of scare is not the same as that kind of scare. His and Yuan Yan's thought processes are completely different.

Yuan Yan was puzzled and asked him, "Yi'er, this is a major event concerning the struggle for the throne. Aren't you afraid?"

“Don’t worry, this is my wife’s ambition. Yi’er knows that Sister Yan is talented and ambitious, and has done a lot for the court. With such talent, it is only natural that she wants to give full play to it.”

"Although I am not very talented, I know the principle of following one's wife after marriage. No matter what my wife wants to do, I will fully support her and manage the affairs of the household so that she has no worries," Yang Lingyi said softly.

His earnest expression completely calmed Yuan Yan's heart, filling it with warmth.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Yi'er, to be my good wife." She kissed Yang Lingyi.

...

While Yuan Yan was exchanging sweet words, the atmosphere in the other courtyards of the Prince's Mansion was rather quiet.

A few hours ago.

Looking at the sky outside, Shen Lianzhou suddenly said, "Yu Lu, His Highness should be drinking the nuptial wine right now."

Hearing this, Yu Lu found herself at a loss for words. Rackling her brains, she could only offer a dry, stammering consolation: "Don't be sad, Master..."

"Your Highness is a princess, so it's only a matter of time before she marries the chief minister."

Yu Lu was naive and somewhat awkward with words. As soon as he uttered these words, he realized he had made a mistake and quickly looked at the young master's expression.

But Shen Lianzhou lowered her eyelashes, her hands still busy threading the needle.

"Yu Lu, don't talk nonsense. I am just a junior official. What right do I have to be upset about Your Highness marrying a senior official?"

This is clearly true, but for some reason, it sounded somewhat sour coming from the young master's mouth.

Yu Lu noticed the young master's mood and shook her head repeatedly, "Master, there is no need to belittle yourself."

"Although the master is a junior minister, he is His Highness's man just like the chief minister, and his sincerity towards His Highness is unmatched by anyone else."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the clothes in Shen Lianzhou's hands. The clothes were made of luxurious materials, brightly colored, and were in women's style, clearly made for His Highness.

“Just like these clothes. Before the master entered the manor, the one in the side courtyard didn’t care at all. His Highness’s clothes were all made by the Imperial Wardrobe.”

"After the master arrived, he personally made clothes for His Highness, just to make His Highness more comfortable and fit better. Even when he was busy until late at night, he sewed by lamplight... Who could surpass such thoughtfulness?" Yu Lu said sincerely.

These words struck a chord with Shen Lianzhou. He was confident that, in terms of his feelings for His Highness, none of the other servants in the household could compare. He found some comfort in Yu Lu's words.

“But His Highness is very fond of Zhengqing. Now that Zhengqing has entered the residence, I’m afraid His Highness will forget about me.” Shen Lianzhou felt depressed.

In the days following Yuan Yan's engagement, he frequently went out whenever he had free time. As her husband, Shen Lianzhou, noticing the sachet that suddenly appeared on Yuan Yan's body, guessed that his wife must have gone to see Zheng Qing, and a deep sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

"How could that be? Master is overthinking it."

Yu Lu comforted him, "His Highness has seen all of the Master's feelings for him. He has entrusted the young master with business matters and even allowed him to use the treasury's money at his own discretion. What a great trust this shows."

“His Highness relies heavily on the young master, and that will never change. No one else can take that away from him.” Yu Lu was unusually clever and hit the nail on the head.

"You're right, I panicked." This time, Shen Lianzhou finally listened.

He reminded himself to calm down; they had only just gotten married, and His Highness would naturally come to see him after this period.

...

Meanwhile, in a secluded courtyard.

Lu Lingyue listened to the joyous music outside the courtyard, so lively and festive that it seemed to penetrate her ears. Her thoughts were scattered, and she couldn't ignore it no matter what.

Dinner was laid out on the table, but he didn't touch it.

"Master, the food is getting cold. Please have some," the young male servant said nervously.

"No need, I don't want to eat right now. Please clear the room away." Lu Lingyue paused for a moment, then dismissed all the servants in the room.

Hengwu knew that her master must be in a bad mood today. She wanted to stay and keep Lu Lingyue company, but he sent her away with him.

"Hengwu, you can go down too. I want to be alone for a while." Lu Lingyue did not agree.

After Hengwu left, he sat in the empty room for a long time without moving.

When she came to her senses, Lu Lingyue found herself near the main courtyard.