Chapter 47 The Prince Consort is More Than Just Stubborn



At Zhao Zhi's prompting, Shen Hanshan was pushed and shoved by Lan Ru and Feng Hong onto the wedding bed, which was covered with peanuts, longans, and cotton.

He was weak in all four limbs, and with the bridal veil covering his face, he was furious.

"Zhao Chunhua, what are you doing?" Shen Hanshan was so angry that he called the princess by her given name.

"Your Highness, you must not address the Princess by her given name directly," Lanru reminded him at the opportune moment.

"Now that the princess has married me, I can do whatever I want with her!"

Lanru looked at Zhao Zhi, who waved her hand, signaling the two of them to step back first.

Lanru and Fenghong exchanged a glance, bowed, and left.

"Since Your Highness has chosen me as your husband, does that mean I can do whatever I want?"

Zhao Zhi returned Shen Hanshan's words verbatim.

She walked slowly to the dressing table and found that it would be difficult to remove the complicated headdresses on her own.

Reluctantly, he opened the door and called Lanru and Fenghong over.

"Princess, do you need my help with the Prince Consort?"

After helping Zhao Zhi change into her nightgown, Lan Ru glanced at the bridal bed and asked for Zhao Zhi's opinion.

"No need, I will do it myself."

Lanru glanced at Feng Hong, and the two said in unison, "If the princess needs anything, please call us."

Zhao Zhi nodded and walked leisurely to the bridal bed. Shen Hanshan heard the footsteps and tried to struggle.

"Zhao Chunhua, I'm telling you, don't do anything reckless!"

Ignoring his howling, Zhao Zhi reached out to untie his jade belt.

"Zhao Chunhua, you didn't tell me we were going to be a real couple, you can't do this!"

When Shen Hanshan shouted these words, Zhao Zhi had already removed the jade crown from his head, and the jade belt had long been thrown to the ground.

She tied the bridal veil behind his head, covering his eyes completely.

"Roll them in a bit, I need to tidy up these longans and peanuts, otherwise they'll be uncomfortable if they're poking people."

As she spoke, Zhao Zhi rolled Shen Hanshan inside, and with a long feather duster, she swept the longan and other things on the wedding bed onto the floor.

“Zhao Chunhua, you, a woman raised in the countryside, are unworthy of being a noble princess…”

"Oh, now you know how to praise my nobility!" Zhao Zhi casually tossed the feather duster aside and lay down on her side next to Shen Hanshan.

"I heard that the prince used to be a general. Tsk tsk, look at that physique. He's muscular when he's naked, but looks slim when he's dressed."

Zhao Zhi's hands began to wander restlessly over Shen Hanshan's body.

"Zhao Chunhua, if you dare touch me, once I'm able to move again, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Shen Hanshan gritted his teeth and said.

"Oh?" Zhao Zhi gently breathed hot air into Shen Hanshan's ear, and she could clearly feel his lower abdomen tighten suddenly.

She rolled over and stood up, looking down at him, forcefully prying open Shen Hanshan's tightly clenched hands, and interlocking her fingers with his.

Shen Hanshan couldn't help but straighten his toes.

"The prince consort is now my husband, Zhao Chunhua's husband. For whom is he keeping his chastity with this unyielding attitude?"

Zhao Zhi's fingers gently slid across Shen Hanshan's chest, feeling the firm muscles tremble slightly under her fingertips.

Her lips slowly traced a path across Shen Hanshan's face, from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, and then to his tightly pursed lips.

Each touch seemed to ignite a flame in Shen Hanshan's heart.

His breathing became rapid and heavy.

"Zhao—Chun—Hua—Ugh—Ugh—You—Can't—"

The familiar scent gradually made him lose his senses and become infatuated.

He tried to stay awake, but every move the woman beside him made was pushing his body to its limits.

She seemed to know everything about his body.

Zhao Zhi looked at his proud expression and said with a smile, "It seems that the prince consort is not only stubborn in words."

“You… shameless…” Shen Hanshan tried to move his limbs, but found that he still couldn’t move them.

"Is it shameless for me to whisper sweet nothings to my husband?"

Zhao Zhi slowly lowered her head, and soon after, Shen Hanshan, his face red and neck thick, began to curse heavily.

However, the cursing didn't last long before it changed its tune.

Half an hour later, Zhao Zhi, supporting her aching back and shaking her sore and numb hands, teased, "My good husband, why aren't you scolding me anymore? Are you too happy to scold me anymore?"

Shen Hanshan's eyes were covered by a veil, so he couldn't see the princess's expression, but he could guess that she was mocking him.

He was both ashamed and angry, wishing he could disappear into nowhere.

The condition is that he can move.

Thinking of this, he tried to lift his arm, and surprisingly, he could move it!

He guessed that the two of them had been so engrossed in their passion that their blood and qi surged, causing the silver needles to be dislodged.

Zhao Zhi's mouth was dry. He was facing away from Shen Hanshan and poured himself a cup of tea. Just as his lips touched the rim of the cup, someone suddenly grabbed his throat from behind.

She casually tossed the teacup to the ground, intending to alert Lanru outside the door that she was in trouble.

Little did anyone know, Shen Hanshan had already guessed her intention, and with quick reflexes, he took the teacup from her hand and gently placed it on the small table.

"Cough cough—" Zhao Zhi coughed painfully and reached out to pinch Shen Hanshan's waist.

Shen Hanshan was only wearing a loose nightgown. When Zhao Zhi touched his waist, he suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

He smiled, and the pressure on his hand loosened.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Zhi gave him a push, then leaped onto the bed, quickly lowered the bed curtains, and called out towards the door, "Lanru, escort the prince consort back!"

Just as Lanru was about to push the door open, Shen Hanshan flashed past and blocked the door.

"Auntie, there's no need to trouble yourself. The princess is just throwing a tantrum at me."

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