The Female Tyrant Official

No one knew that the seemingly ordinary illegitimate daughter of the Mu family, after tearing off her disguise and donning a mask, was actually the Great Xing Dynasty's Empress's top female...

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Bride Robbery (Part Two)

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Bride Robbery (Part Two)

Where is spring truly at its peak? Spring is at its peak, the house where a bride is to be married. Two rows of candles in cages, a tree of flowers like fans. Guests gather at a lavish banquet, the groom's carriage is flanked by canopies. The poem urging the bride's arrival is not yet finished, the stars are beginning to slant. It is nearly dusk, the stars are already faintly visible on the horizon, and the pale crescent moon has long since appeared. Accompanied by the boisterous music of regrouping, Sun Wenbin leads the sedan chair into the Sun family's gate.

The matchmaker who greeted the bride was quick-witted, agile, and exceptionally strong. She supported and helped the seemingly frail bride, who was almost unsteady on her feet, leading her through the inner hall to perform the wedding rites. After three bows, the bride was escorted to the bridal chamber. Not long after, after several rounds of drinks, Sun Wenbin pulled off the groom's wedding robe and, humming a little tune, headed towards the bridal chamber.

Under the bright red wedding candles, the bride's petite and soft body looked incredibly charming. Sun Wenbin weighed the enormous object he had just taken from the "treasure chest" in his hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and walked towards the bride lying on the couch.

"My little beauty, this is a wonderful marriage arranged for you by your stepmother. Tonight, let your husband serve you well..." A cold, hard object brushed against Mu Yanyan's cheek, jolting her awake from her daze. Didn't she remember just returning from paying her respects to her mother and was about to go see the young concubine's daughter who was getting married? How did she suddenly fall asleep?

With her long, beautiful eyelashes fluttering gently, Mu Yanyan composed herself and was about to struggle to sit up when she suddenly noticed a young man's delicate face in front of her.

"Ah, who are you? Why are you in my boudoir?" In her shock, Mu Yanyan could only grab the pillow beside her.

"Tch, what are you pretending for? I am the Third Miss's beloved husband..." With his slender fingers pinching Mu Yanyan's evasive face, Sun Wenbin waved his hard, long object in front of her eyes and said with a wicked smile, "Tonight is our wedding night..."

"You, you're talking nonsense! No, I'm not the third young lady, I'm the fourth young lady, you've got the wrong person..." Startled and angry by the hard, long object in the man's hand, Mu Yanyan struggled even harder: "Let me go, I want to go home, you've got the wrong person, I'm not that little illegitimate daughter."

Fourth Miss? Isn't that the fourth legitimate daughter of the Mu family? This is interesting. Sun Wenbin stared at Mu Yanyan, whose face had turned pale, and his smile became even more wicked. Not bad, not bad, exchanging a concubine's daughter for a legitimate daughter, it seems like this young master is the one who gains.

“Little beauty, don’t waste your energy…” Sun Wenbin patted Mu Yanyan’s face lightly, stroking the delicate touch of his fingertips, and laughed, “Once you’ve entered the Sun family, you’re a member of the Sun family. Besides, we just bowed to heaven and earth in front of everyone. It’s too late to call off the engagement now.”

"No, I really didn't..." Mu Yanyan was already crying anxiously. In her struggle, her fingertips accidentally scratched Sun Wenbin's neck.

"Hiss..." Sun Wenbin touched the bloodstain on his neck, a shadow of malice flashing in his eyes: "Since you refuse to obey, then your husband will have no choice but to teach you a lesson..."

The next second, a red pill with a subtle fragrance unexpectedly slipped into Mu Yanyan's mouth, melting instantly and leaving a sweet and cloying aroma.

"What...what did you feed me?" A sudden heat rose in her body, and Mu Yanyan panicked even more. She looked at the man in front of her with teary eyes, no longer as willful and capricious as before.

Sun Wenbin stroked Mu Yanyan's other cheek with his slender fingertips and said in a flippant tone, "Don't worry, it's a good thing. I won't harm you."

"No, no, what are you doing? No, no..." Accompanied by the sound of her clothes being gradually torn, Mu Yanyan's screams grew louder.

How noisy! But why does this little beauty's screaming only get more and more exciting? Then let her scream even louder. With a sudden push, the hard, long object in his hand plunged the cold, large jade dildo straight into the struggling woman's body.

"Ah..." In the dead of night, the woman's scream shattered the dome.

"Don't be afraid, every woman has to go through this..." Sun Wenbin said gently, but his actions showed no tenderness whatsoever. Fortunately, the Yingxiang Pill she had just swallowed had taken effect. After the initial wave of pain, Mu Yanyan was no longer in excruciating pain. Instead, her body was controlled by a peculiar pain mixed with numbness and itchiness.

"No, no..." The woman's voice was soft and gentle at this moment, not like a refusal, but more like an invitation.

"That's a good girl..." Sun Wenbin excitedly opened his long-treasured "treasure chest" and displayed all the items inside. The night was long, and the little beauty was so delicious, so naturally he had to enjoy her.

The Prince of Ruyang's Mansion.

The front yard was quiet, except for two large red lanterns hanging in the backyard, adding a touch of joy. It was said that the young master originally intended to marry a concubine, but because the old prince was in poor health and it was not appropriate to hold a grand ceremony, the concubine was brought in first with the proper rites.

"I reckon this concubine was just brought in to bring good luck; she's not fit to be a proper mistress..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't provoke the young master..."

Outside, the faint whispers of maids and servants drifted in. Mu Lian pulled off her bright red headscarf and surveyed the room's layout. Identity wasn't important; what mattered was finally being able to enter the Ruyang Prince's residence openly and legitimately. Ever since discovering that the Ruyang Prince might be connected to the massacre of her family years ago, Mu Lian had been trying to infiltrate the palace. However, the Ruyang Prince's residence, having been fortified for many years, was as impenetrable as an iron fortress, and no amount of manpower and resources she had previously employed had allowed her to successfully plant a finger. Now, through the marriage, she had conveniently acquired an identity, a result of her many days of scheming. However, since Li Peixuan knew her true identity, he wouldn't be completely unguarded, so she would have to proceed cautiously.

In the shadows outside, a man dressed in casual clothes stood quietly. The dim candlelight cast the woman's silhouette onto the window paper, revealing her still elegant and graceful figure. Li Peixuan unconsciously rubbed his fingertips, sighed, and ultimately didn't go in. He knew, of course, that this woman had ulterior motives for marrying him, but who could blame him for falling for her?

A faint pain seemed to return to the wound on his chest. Li Peixuan took a deep breath, patted his somewhat aching chest, and turned to walk away. The night wind fluttered the sleeves of his robes, carrying an air of elegance and a hint of lingering affection.

Ye Mansion.

The crescent moon shines over the nine provinces, some families rejoice, some grieve. Some couples share a bedchamber, while others wander far from home.

In the courtyard, Ye Yiqing gazed at the bright moon in the sky for a long time, her mind filled with thoughts. Could she really be getting married like this? No, no way! She must have entered the Ruyang Prince's mansion for some other reason. Besides, so what if she had been married before? Haven't you heard that remarriage is commonplace among common people? What does Ye Yiqing have to worry about?

After finishing the last drop of wine in her glass, Ye Yiqing gracefully sat down. A beautiful woman is the object of a gentleman's affections. Since the beauty is not giving him a chance yet, he will wait and try again.