Chapter 14 Lily of the Valley
When Yu Wanyin entered the manor, she felt that too many eyes were on her, and her back was burning hot, as if it could burn a hole in her.
Every step she took in the Prime Minister's residence was observed, just as she had imagined before she married into the family.
It will probably be more formal here than before.
They went to the ancestral temple, kowtowed to their ancestors, performed the kowtow ceremony, and then went directly to the bridal chamber.
The etiquette in the new house is relatively more complicated.
However, the advantage is that there aren't many people watching the ceremony around.
The wedding officiant next to them spread out the curtains, served dumplings for the deceased, poured wine, and exchanged gifts one by one.
Yu Wanyin's every move was so polite and proper that no one could find fault with her.
Chu Yu was about to say something when a report came from outside, "Prime Minister, the Prince has arrived."
Chu Yu replied, then turned to Yu Wanyin and said, "You rest here first, I'll go and entertain the guests."
Yu Wanyin nodded, and only after he left did she feel relieved.
Chu Yuqian, having gone to entertain guests, will certainly not return early.
In particular, the king himself came to offer his congratulations. Based on Yu Wanyin's understanding of this new king, she knew he was fond of wine and women.
He insisted on holding a banquet for all his ministers before he would stop.
Yu Wanyin sat properly for a while, and inevitably felt a soreness in her back.
She gently pressed her waist, searching around for a place to lean against for a while, when the door was suddenly pushed open.
The person who came in was Qing Song.
Qingsong brought in a food box. "Madam, the Prime Minister probably won't be able to leave for a while, so he sent me to bring you some food."
Yu Wanyin was skeptical. "He sent you?"
“Of course,” Qing Song said with some confidence, “without the Prime Minister’s instructions, this servant would absolutely not dare to make decisions on her own.”
"Food should be eaten while it's hot; it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Qingsong stepped forward to help her remove her hairpins and jewelry. "The Prime Minister also instructed that you may take a bath and rest first."
Yu Wanyin did not refuse.
This thing was pressing on her head for a whole day; her neck felt like it was going to break.
Qing Song helped Yu Wanyin straighten her hair ornaments and then helped her to her meal.
However, this was clearly against the rules of the imperial wedding customs at the time.
Therefore, the doors and windows inside and outside the house were kept tightly closed, and no one could see anything.
The courtyard was still piled with wedding banners and red chests for the wedding procession.
Lanterns of great joy were everywhere.
The wedding banquet in the front courtyard was attended by almost all the powerful and influential people in Yingzhou.
King Jiang sat in the main seat, with Chu Yu accompanying him on one side.
This didn't seem like a wedding banquet; it was more like a grand palace banquet.
However, King Jiang did not look well today, and his repeated toasts to Chu Yu were not a sign of happiness.
For what seemed like the umpteenth time, King Jiang looked at Chu Yu and said, "It is thanks to me that you were able to win the heart of your beauty today, Chu Qing."
Chu Yu then stood up as a matter of course and calmly offered a toast to King Jiang, saying, "Indeed, it is all thanks to Your Majesty. Your subject toasts Your Majesty."
Chu Yu could naturally sense King Jiang's displeasure.
King Jiang, like his father, was fond of wine and women, and believed that all the beauties in Yingzhou should belong to them.
Chu Yu had made it clear to him from the very beginning.
If he helps her become king in the future, she will grant her the marriage.
At that time, King Jiang had not yet met Yu Wanyin. With the temptation of becoming king before him, who cared about marriage? He just wanted his woman.
He immediately agreed and formed an alliance with Chu Yu.
Until that night when Yu Wanyin first entered the palace.
The unexpected turn of events came too quickly, disrupting Chu Yu's rhythm.
Old Jiang Hou's erotic poem prematurely ended his life.
Chu Yudu regretted not killing him sooner, which gave him the opportunity to utter such filthy and obscene words, thus tainting his reputation.
The following year, King Jiang ascended the throne and reluctantly granted the marriage.
King Jiang occasionally regretted it. If the old Marquis Jiang had really taken that beauty as a concubine, he could have gotten a share of the spoils after the old man died.
It's no longer possible.
King Jiang knew Chu Yu's abilities, because at the moment he couldn't even do without Chu Yu.
Even if he was lustful, he wasn't that lecherous.
He has as many beauties as he wants; he's just jealous of Chu Yu.
Speaking of jealousy, there was more than one person at the banquet who was jealous of Chu Yu.
Chu Yu understood, but what could he do?
He drank one glass after another, his smile radiating warmth, yet carrying a hint of coldness.
Yaoyao belongs to him.
Chu Yu thought the same thing when he pushed open the door to the wedding room.
He wanted to hide her away, to keep her imprisoned by his side.
You are not allowed to go anywhere.
No one is allowed to look.
Yu Wanyin was so sleepy that she rested her elbows on a soft pillow, propped her forehead up, closed her eyes, and waited for him.
Marriage is never easy, no matter what. This is the Prime Minister's residence, not an ordinary family. Yu Wanyin was not so presumptuous as to go to sleep without a care in the world.
But she was so sleepy that she didn't even hear Chu Yu come in.
For some reason, the alcohol made Chu Yu more sober and closer to his hidden, dark intentions.
He looked at the person by the red tent, then closed the door and bolted it shut.
She looks stunning in red.
The bright red color made her stand out even more, making her already beautiful features even more vivid.
She wore red at the banquet when she first entered the palace.
That's why she was called Little Yu Beauty.
But after that, she seemed to never touch red again, preferring pale white.
White is fine too.
She didn't know that the more plain she was, the more people wanted to destroy that layer of white and peek inside to see the rosy glow.
She is someone who makes it impossible for anyone to remain calm.
When Yu Wanyin was awakened by the touch, the light and shadow in front of her had already been covered by the man.
His refined sandalwood scent, mixed with the explosive aroma of alcohol, completely enveloped her.
Yu Wanyin was startled, and her arm instinctively shrank back, but he gripped it tightly, holding it firmly. "Don't be afraid."
The man's voice was hoarse after drinking, carrying an indelible passion.
Chu Yu's long, slender hand covered her slender waist.
Yu Wanyin's breathing suddenly became tense.
An unfamiliar sensation crept up and spread along my lower back, a light, tingling feeling spreading throughout my limbs and bones.
This happened more naturally than she had imagined.
Perhaps it's because he's very gentle.
The gauze curtains fell, revealing a landscape of layered red mountains.
The dim, enchanting light of the red candles added a touch of warmth to the tent with their flickering flames.
His hands were cool, like a rare spring in the summer.
But it was also like a cold, wet water snake slowly coiling around her in a bottomless abyss.
Then, he applied force inch by inch, using a force capable of imprisoning and strangling a person!
A ghostly voice whispered in her ear, "This place is mine."
Yu Wanyin was forced to raise her head slightly as he entangled her, revealing her slender neck with throbbing veins. When he touched her, she instinctively tightened her fingers, as if every inch of her skin was about to be squeezed dry by the snake's tail.
When he kissed Yu Wanyin behind her ear, he couldn't help but bite her earlobe, murmuring softly, "...here too."
He buried himself deep within that lily of the valley.
Even with thorough preparation, Yu Wanyin couldn't help but let out a soft groan, "It hurts."
Chu Yu looked at her tightly furrowed brows and the moist glint in the corners of her eyes.
Peeling away her daytime rules bit by bit, revealing her true nature, a dark sense of satisfaction emerges.
He gently and subtly penetrated her soul, asking, "Who am I?"
Yu Wanyin didn't know why he would suddenly ask this question, and replied tremblingly, "Prime Minister... Ah!"
His initial gentleness suddenly intensified, so much so that Yu Wanyin jerked forward.
"name."
Yu Wanyin quickly corrected herself, "Chu Yu."
"This time you'll remember who I am." Chu Yu's tone shifted from urgent to gentle; he was adept at tormenting people, as if it were a form of retribution.
The slowness brought with it a suffocating, torturous feeling. Yu Wanyin bit her lip gently, her mind blank.
The old woman's words were completely useless; she was too passive.
Even though he is very gentle.
It was as if he wanted to smooth out every wrinkle, so that she would remember every inch of him.
As Yu Wanyin lay flat on the warm bed, she heard him ask again, "What am I to you?"
Yu Wanyin dared not answer rashly at this moment, her thoughts racing.
Chu Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone sharp and swift, like a scathing rebuke, "You still need to think about that?"
He calmed her down with the flustered words "husband".
Little did she know that this was Chu Yu's way of reporting back to her several days earlier when he casually categorized him as one of "those people."
She never remembered that her current husband was among those people.
Chu Yu sometimes felt a deep resentment towards her, and would deliberately linger in the depths.
As he watched her trembling subside, he reluctantly increased the force, watching her tremble again as he morbidly admired her.
As the cycle continues, time is stretched out.
Yu Wanyin couldn't stand such a long time, especially his unpredictable and moody nature. She never knew what awaited her in the next moment, and the fear of the unknown intensified the excitement, which in turn intensified the fear.
Despite the fact that it was a very caring affair, she still seemed breathless in the second half.
This tenderness felt like a shackle; she couldn't blame him for anything, and therefore couldn't bring herself to call for a halt.
She always felt that since he had taken such good care of her, she should repay him in some way.
The more this is the case, the more passive we become.
Until her whole body turned red and tears streamed down her face.
Her whole being was filled with a dazzling, dying beauty.
Chu Yu coaxed her, but after calming her down, he suddenly attacked her.
When Yu Wanyin fell into a deep sleep, she realized that she really couldn't imagine that the gentle young man was like this in bed.
Just like his style in officialdom.
He is like lukewarm water, killing without a trace.
Yu Wanyin slept until noon the next day.
Fortunately, there were no elders in the mansion for her to pay her respects to, and she was still a little weak when she woke up.
Qing Song helped her get up and wash in the morning. Seeing her like this, he thought that the Prime Minister had gone too far yesterday. But when he looked closely, he found that Yu Wanyin had hardly any red marks on her body.
However, her whole body still had a lingering, vibrant pink hue.
After the meal, a female physician was invited to come and take a look.
After the newly arrived old women in the backyard called the female physician over, they busied themselves with their own tasks, murmuring excitedly, "On the very first night of their marriage, the Prime Minister has already made her sick."
"The Prime Minister doesn't seem like such a reckless person."
Even a gentleman, being young and impetuous, and newly married, is bound to have difficulty controlling his temper.
The maids chatted and laughed, one of them secretly turning her head to look at the men who were moving things nearby, "I thought only strong and powerful people could break someone."
They also heard the discussions over there.
Someone clicked their tongue softly, "Nothing much happened last night, yet this has caused so much trouble. The new wife must be quite frail."
The man nudged Rong Si. "Did you see the new lady yesterday? Was she breathtakingly beautiful?"
"No." Rong Si leaned against the side, playing with the jade orchid in the flowerpot next to him.
The lily of the valley buds are small and white, with drooping flower stems, not even as big as a finger.
That doesn't sound right.
That little fox would snort if you touched her; if it were a real storm, she wouldn't be so quiet.
But the scent was so familiar.
So familiar with her scent that even after Yu Wanyin left, his bed and pillows were filled with her fragrance, which he couldn't shake off no matter how many times he washed.
Rong Si was quite irritated and, with a touch of rage, shoved his finger into the lily of the valley bud, the petals struggling to envelop one of his knuckles.
However, after only a short while, he was tortured until he lost all his color.
He picked the lily of the valley and held it between his fingers.
I discovered that the more thoroughly it was mashed, the more fragrant it became.
“The Prime Minister was really protective yesterday,” the person next to him murmured. “I strained my neck to see it and still didn’t get a glimpse.”
“But it doesn’t matter,” the man winked at him. “The day after tomorrow, the new lady will be returning to her parents’ home, and she will need our carriage.”
Rong Si applied the lily of the valley fragrance to his fingertips and looked over upon hearing this.
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