Song Lingxi's guess soon became a reality, because after she removed the beaded ring and washed her face, the man picked her up and carried her horizontally.
"Ah—" Song Lingxi gasped in surprise as she was suddenly embraced. She quickly realized that this person was her husband.
"Husband?"
Song Lingxi wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the man's thin chest. She was so frightened that she dared not move, afraid that her struggle would increase the man's burden and cause him to fall.
"Hmm," the man responded, his voice steady and strong, sounding much healthier than before.
Although the man was somewhat thin, he was quite strong. He steadily placed Song Lingxi on the bed, his gaze fixed intently on her with burning intensity.
"Xi'er, tonight is our wedding night. Shall we sleep together?"
Xie Changling felt a stirring in his lower abdomen, his eyes gradually darkened, and his amorous peach blossom eyes became even more charming, revealing an undisguised aggression and possessiveness in his gaze.
"good."
Song Lingxi didn't think Xie Changling would do anything to her. Although his gaze was too intense, she still didn't believe that Xie Changling would share a room with her.
Seeing that the girl's expression remained unchanged, Xie Changling understood that she didn't believe he would share a room with her.
However, remembering that he had indeed been weak before, Xie Changling quickly came to a conclusion. Since his wife did not believe in her husband's abilities, he naturally had to "prove" himself properly.
"Xi'er~" The man's voice was gentle and tender, as if he were expressing endless love. His eyes were smiling, which made Song Lingxi lower her head shyly.
"My lord, I, your concubine, will help you undress."
When people are stressed, they always like to find something to do. Song Lingxi thought about her duty as a wife and reached her fair hand towards Xie Changling's waist.
"OK."
Xie Changling did not dodge, but opened his arms generously so that Song Lingxi could better undress him.
Actually, these things are usually done by servants, but since his young mistress wants to do them, then let her serve him. After all, he will have to serve her well later too.
“I know that Xi’er has had a difficult time at home. When Father asked the Emperor for an imperial decree, he did not want to drag Xi’er into it, after all, everyone knows about my health.”
"Now that you've married into our family, we will certainly treat you well. If there ever comes a day when I am not fortunate enough to receive your kindness, your father and mother will not make things difficult for you."
Xie Changling felt a pang of sadness as he watched her bustling around him like a busy little bee.
The fact that his Xi'er is so skilled at serving people shows that she didn't have a good life in the Song Imperial Censor's household.
Song Lingxi paused, realizing that in her previous life, apart from living in the Prime Minister's mansion, she had never had a good life.
In the Song family, although her stepmother did not mistreat her directly, she still ate and used the leftovers from her younger sisters, and her maid had long been bribed by her stepmother.
Therefore, in her previous life, she was slow to discover the true colors of her stepmother and sisters, since even the only maidservant who spoke to her spoke well of her stepmother.
The young maid took advantage of her ignorance and often cheated and slept around. Even when she knew, she would only try to excuse the maid in her heart, because she was too lonely.
In her previous life, she was thrown into a brothel and attempted suicide several times. As a slave, she had to do everything herself and had no one to serve her.
Seeing Song Lingxi remain silent, Xie Changling's heart skipped a beat, realizing that he had probably unintentionally hurt his wife with his words.
Xie Changling quickly took Song Lingxi's small hand, a hint of anxiety showing on his usually calm face: "Did I say something wrong? But I didn't mean it. I just wanted to be good to you."
"I know."
Song Lingxi knew that the eldest young master was a good person. Although the two of them hadn't spoken many words in their previous life, the eldest young master's last words before his death were that the madam and the prime minister should treat her well.
"I just upset Xi'er, so I'm here to apologize now, okay?"
Xie Changling looked at the girl's fair and delicate face under the candlelight. Her skin was porcelain white and smooth, and she was so beautiful that she seemed unreal.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips that was devoid of any lust, but rather soothing, giving her wandering soul a place to belong.
The girl was caught off guard by the kiss and opened her eyes wide in surprise, but with the man's patient guidance, she slowly relaxed her body and closed her eyes.
After the kiss, Xie Changling embraced the girl, quietly feeling her body temperature. His nostrils twitched as if he smelled a sweet fragrance, like that of peach blossoms.
"Did you use any perfume on Xi'er?" Xie Changling asked, his gaze growing increasingly deep as he buried his head in Song Lingxi's neck, his behavior ambiguous.
"No?"
Song Lingxi opened her watery eyes, her gaze somewhat blank, unsure of what Xie Changling was referring to.
Her wedding was rather modest; her mother only brought half of her dowry with her. Furthermore, her stepmother didn't care for her and wouldn't know anything about perfumes or face powder.
"That must be Xi'er's natural fragrance."
Xie Changling peeled back Song Lingxi's layers of wedding dress, and sure enough, the fragrance became even stronger, filling the bed with the scent of peach blossoms, which made the man even more restless.
"Xi'er, leave her to me, okay?"
Xie Changling slowly drew down the bed curtains, and two figures gradually overlapped within the red gauze. The dragon and phoenix wedding candles burned merrily, seemingly sensing the liveliness in the bridal chamber.
"Husband, your body isn't..."
Song Lingxi opened her misty eyes and asked in surprise, because she felt the outline of a certain place, which made her shiver.
"Yes, they've all been cured by Xi'er. Xi'er is my lucky star." Xie Changling's voice was gentle and pleasant, but his actions were anything but gentle; he was like a stoker.
Looking at the young master from her memory, Song Lingxi saw that although his facial features were still the same, the feeling he gave off was completely different; his eyes held a possessive quality.
Like a high and mighty immortal, suddenly pulled down to the mortal world by desire, carrying worldly longings, she felt as if this person was someone she could touch.
No one knew that in her previous life, even though Song Lingxi was covered in mud, the only clean and clear place in her body was where one person lived—her eldest son.
"Husband~" Song Lingxi's eyes sparkled, as if she had received her most beloved candy, and she would not hesitate to fly into the fire like a moth.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."
Although Xie Changling was ignorant of human affairs, he had read a few miscellaneous books in his youth and knew that a woman would experience pain during her first time, so he patiently comforted her.
"Xi'er, don't be afraid." Song Lingxi took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around Xie Changling's neck, shyly giving him a kiss.
Xie Changling was suddenly kissed by his young mistress. His heart trembled, and his mind seemed to be filled with the sound of fireworks exploding. His heart was pounding nonstop.
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