Chapter 245 A Stunning Appearance
With only three days until the grand ceremony, everything has been arranged.
Li Yuanzhao personally inspected all the details and confirmed that everything was in order before leaving Yanying Hall early to return to Xihe Palace for some rest.
But as soon as she returned to Xihe Palace, a noisy commotion came from the west side hall.
—The sounds of shattering porcelain, the muffled curses of a young man, and the occasional attempts by palace servants to dissuade him created a chaotic and unsettling atmosphere.
Li Yuanzhao rubbed his throbbing temples, a hint of impatience flashing across his brows, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
The palace servants reported tremblingly in a low voice: "Your Highness, it's that little prince from Tibet. Ever since he came to our palace, he's been clamoring to go back to Tibet every single moment. He even smashed all the dressing cases and porcelain vases in the side hall... No matter how we try to persuade him, it's no use."
"Smashed them all?" Li Yuanzhao raised an eyebrow, his tone icy. "Since you can't persuade them, then just tie them up!"
As she spoke, she looked at Ru Mo beside her.
Ru Mo had just returned from the military camp to report on the deployment matters when he happened to stumble upon this farce.
Li Yuanzhao simply ordered, "Go."
Others are not strong enough to necessarily subdue him.
Ru Mo immediately accepted the order and went to carry it out.
After Li Yuanzhao finished washing up, she sat on the couch wearing a thin, moon-white undergarment, closing her eyes and waiting for Chen Yanqing to dry her hair.
Chen Yanqing stood behind her, gently wiping her wet hair.
My fingertips brushed against her smooth, black hair, and a faint scent of soap lingered around my nose.
For a moment, he felt as if the scene was an ordinary day or night after his wedding.
When she returned home exhausted from handling government affairs, he would wait for her in the palace and massage her to relieve her fatigue.
Li Yuanzhao, who had been thinking with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and asked Chen Yanqing, "Where's Rumo?"
"It seems he's still in the side hall, with that Tibetan prince," Chen Yanqing paused, replying softly.
He had naturally heard about the purpose of Tibet sending the prince.
The thought of Li Yuanzhao having so many men around him, and that there would be more and more, made him feel a pang of bitterness.
But then he comforted himself: these people were just minor servants, and they would never affect his position. In the future, the only one who could stand openly by her side and be worshipped by all the officials would be him, the imperial consort.
Li Yuanzhao waved Chen Yanqing's hand away, stood up, and said, "I'll go take a look."
Chen Yanqing quickly grabbed the fox fur cloak beside him and chased after him, saying, "Your Highness, the night wind is chilly. Let me accompany you."
"No need," Li Yuanzhao refused without turning his head.
Chen Yanqing's hand, which was holding the cloak, froze in mid-air, and he felt even worse.
Everything was exactly the same as before. She was still the same Li Yuanzhao who always kept her word, and he was still her closest servant.
But he didn't know when it started, so much resentment began to grow in his heart.
He felt resentful when she ignored him, resentful when he saw more and more people around her, and even her simple "no need" refusal made him feel a tightness in his chest.
When Li Yuanzhao reached the entrance of the side hall, there was no sound inside except for a suppressed "whooshing" sound.
Ru Mo was guarding the door. When he saw her arrive, he quickly bowed and greeted her: "Your Highness."
"How is it?" Li Yuanzhao asked.
"Your Highness, his hands and feet have been tied up, and his mouth has been gagged. However, he struggled violently, so I tied him to the bedpost to prevent him from making any more noise," Ru Mo reported truthfully.
Li Yuanzhao nodded, pushed open the door, and went inside.
The palace was brightly lit, and the floor had been cleaned by the palace servants, no longer littered with the mess of smashed items.
The large bed in the very center was surrounded by pure white, sheer gauze curtains.
Through the gauze curtains, one could vaguely see a young man, naked from the waist up, tightly bound to the four bedposts with his hands and feet tied to them.
Seeing this, Li Yuanzhao was speechless. He then said to Ru Mo beside him, "Next time you tie someone up, don't tie them up like this. It makes me look like some kind of lecherous ghost!"
Ru Mo was slightly taken aback, then quickly replied, "Yes! Your subordinate obeys!"
"Go down." Li Yuanzhao waved his hand.
Ru Mo then quietly withdrew, closing the palace door behind him.
Li Yuanzhao walked slowly and deliberately towards the large bed.
As soon as someone approached, the person on the bed let out a rapid whimper from their mouth, which was stuffed with a handkerchief.
The struggle intensified, and the ropes on the bedposts creaked as they were pulled.
Once he stood by the bed, Li Yuanzhao reached out and lifted the pure white gauze curtain.
As the gauze curtains were drawn back, revealing the scene on the bed, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
Previously, Yangjin had written to say that the Tibetan prince was exceptionally handsome, but she had dismissed it as an exaggeration.
I never expected... her appearance is truly breathtaking!
The man on the bed had a head of brilliant blond hair, which looked like molten gold in the candlelight.
His hair still had a few natural curls, which swayed slightly as he struggled.
Her pair of emerald eyes resembled glass beads presented as tribute from the Western Regions; though now filled with rage, they appeared even more lively and clear.
Beneath her high, straight nose were full lips, the color of ripe cherries, which were still alluring even when covered by a handkerchief.
Her skin was a crystal-clear, cool white, like the finest white glaze freshly fired from an official kiln, gleaming with a delicate sheen under the light.
In stark contrast to the youthful innocence in his eyes and brows was the bulging muscles all over his body.
The exposed upper body has smooth and powerful lines, with full and firm shoulders and back, well-defined chest muscles, and a firm and clear waist and abdomen...
Every muscle exudes a wild, powerful aura, clearly the result of years of riding on horseback.
His beauty was completely different from Lin Xue'an's.
If Lin Xue'an is like a white lily dampened by the drizzle in the misty rain of Jiangnan, elegant and gentle, yet with a fragile and easily broken quality.
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