Chapter 360 The Grand Wedding (Epilogue 2)

The nuptial wine had already been prepared on the table. The palace maids knew that the Empress was pregnant, so they naturally used a very low-alcohol rice wine instead.

Pei Siyan got up to get the wine, so nervous that he moved his hands and feet in unison. Dou Wenyi pursed her lips and finally relaxed.

Pei Siyan's eyes were tinged with a bright red, and he seemed to realize that he had made a fool of himself. He and she smiled at each other.

The two men crossed their arms, tilted their heads back, and drank the wine in one gulp.

Pei Siyan waved his hand gently, and the palace servants respectfully withdrew.

The sleeping quarters were completely quiet; you could hear your own breathing.

Dou Wenyi smelled a hint of alcohol. Pei Siyan reached out and removed the heavy phoenix crown from her head. "Yi'er, is it heavy? Are you hungry?"

Dou Wenyi's long eyelashes trembled, and she took off the phoenix crown from her head, immediately feeling much more relaxed.

"Your Majesty has been drinking? I ate a few bites before leaving."

Pei Siyan smiled, looking at the gentle yet alluring beauty before him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low and husky, filled with desire, "Yi'er, what did you call me?"

Meeting his teasing gaze, Dou Wenyi felt a burning sensation all over her body. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Husband."

Pei Siyan felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He suddenly squatted down and looked up at her reverently. "Yi'er, actually I wanted to go to the Dou family to fetch the bride, but those old stubborn people in the court refused no matter what, saying it was against etiquette."

He wanted to give her everything that an ordinary man could give her.

Dou Wenyi paused slightly, "Sanlang, you are the emperor of the Great Zhou, and there are many things you cannot control. As long as you are my husband in private, I will be content."

Pei Siyan's fingertips caressed her delicate wrist. "Yi'er, in the future, if I do anything wrong, you can tell me. You can discipline me, scold me, even pull my ear. But you absolutely cannot ignore me, understand?"

He was confident in his self-control, but he was still worried that his fiery temper might unintentionally hurt her.

Are you happy?

"Hmm." Dou Wenyi's thoughts had already been piqued by him.

He pretended to be aloof and virtuous, but in reality, one of his hands had already skillfully reached around her waist, behaving like a brothel owner.

She raised her hand and gently patted the back of his hand, chiding him softly, "Sanlang, you're so good at sweet-talking! What are you doing with that hand... Are you in such a hurry? Is that all you've got?"

Pei Siyan suddenly burst out laughing, his eyes sparkling with charm. "Alright, you dare to tease your husband? I have plenty of skills! I guarantee you'll be satisfied..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making his voice suddenly ambiguous.

Dou Wenyi finally couldn't hold back any longer, "You...you're not allowed to do anything reckless!"

"I won't do anything reckless."

He suddenly stood up, captured her lips with his own, and kissed and rubbed them repeatedly, gradually increasing the intensity and depth of his kisses. He controlled his strength as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.

Dou Wenyi gently pushed him away, "No, I need to wash up and remove my makeup first!"

"Shall I help you?"

"I don't want you causing trouble!"

"Green branches—"

Cuizhi led the palace maids in single file and quickly helped her remove her makeup. A large tub of hot water had already been prepared in the clean room, with steam rising from it.

Dou Wenyi immersed herself in the hot water, and her body, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed.

In a daze, that tall and imposing figure walked around the screen, and the palace maids tactfully withdrew.

Pei Siyan squatted down, picked up a cloth from the side and started rubbing her back. Under the water, her exquisite curves were faintly visible, and her fair skin shone with an alluring luster.

Dou Wenyi sensed something was amiss and jumped in surprise, "Sanlang, stop fooling around!"

Pei Siyan's brows furrowed with a smile, his voice low and husky, "Didn't you complain that your husband didn't have enough tricks up his sleeve?"

He suddenly took off his robe and stepped barefoot into the bathtub.

From time to time, sounds that would make one blush could be heard coming from the washroom...

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At this moment, the light and shadow inside the bedchamber were hazy, and a faint fragrance wafted from within the fiery red curtains.

Dou Wenyi had already been carried to the bed by him. Her black hair was disheveled, and the bright red of her hair contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin, creating a breathtaking beauty.

Pei Siyan hugged her and kissed her forehead. "How is it?"

Dou Wenyi felt weak all over and was in a daze. She had no idea where she was, and could no longer hear his question...

The next day, the morning light gently shone on the window frames, exuding a serene beauty everywhere.

The tent still held a lingering, ambiguous fragrance. Dou Wenyi opened her sleepy eyes and was greeted by a festive red.

She was resting her head on Pei Siyan's shoulder, her thoughts gradually returning... Recalling the absurdity of last night, her cheeks couldn't help but flush again.

Just as she was about to leave, Pei Siyan woke up.

He gave a satisfied smile. "Awake? Were you tired last night?"

Because she was pregnant, he restrained himself greatly and dared not be truly intimate, but he still spent a long time trying to be close to others...

Dou Wenyi blushed slightly under his focused gaze and stammered in response, "It's alright."

Pei Siyan adored her like this, and smelling her sweet scent, he didn't want to get up at all.

At that moment, he truly understood why the emperor no longer held morning court sessions.

"Today we need to offer sacrifices to our ancestors and pay our respects to the Emperor Emeritus. If you are not feeling well, you can rest for a while and go later."

"No."

Dou Wenyi immediately stood up and sat up, saying, "The important ceremony cannot be neglected."

As the empress, how could she give others cause for criticism on the second day of her marriage?

Pei Siyan knew her intentions and stopped trying to dissuade her, instead calling out to summon the palace servants.

Cuizhi led the palace maids in quietly, bowing her head to serve the emperor and empress as they undressed and washed.

After changing her clothes, Dou Wenyi sat down, and a beautiful and delicate face appeared in the bronze mirror. Even without any makeup, she was stunningly beautiful.

Pei Siyan picked up the eyebrow pencil, intending to draw her eyebrows himself.

Dou Wenyi chuckled, "Sanlang, this..."

"In ordinary households, it is a common story for the husband to draw his wife's eyebrows on the second day of their marriage."

Pei Siyan was focused, but his movements were slightly clumsy. The eyebrows he drew were not as exquisite as those of the palace's hairdressers, but they had a natural charm. Looking at his "masterpiece," he nodded in satisfaction, "My Yi'er, she looks beautiful no matter what."

Dou Wenyi was speechless and beckoned for someone to erase and repaint.

Pei Siyan looked embarrassed and didn't dare to cause any more trouble.

The two dressed neatly, had breakfast, and then went hand in hand to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to pay homage to their ancestors. Afterward, they also paid their respects to the Emperor Emeritus.

Thus began the legendary tale of a virtuous empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty.