Luo Jiu had just reached out her hand when the man grabbed it. He then wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her out of the bridal sedan chair.
She wasn't used to such close contact with people, even if this man would be her "husband" in name only.
Warm, large hands covered Luo Jiu's small waist, and a continuous stream of heat surged into Luo Jiu's heart.
She tried to struggle away from this suffocating ambiguity, but unexpectedly, the man held her even tighter.
"Jiu'er, be good."
The man's deep voice carried a hint of helplessness, as if he were soothing a naughty child.
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu struggled even more fiercely, a rebellious spirit rising within her. It was like when you were a child, and your parents told you not to do something, but you insisted on doing it anyway.
The man sighed softly and tapped the back of her neck with his hand.
Then, Luo Jiu felt a moving heat source approaching her.
The man leaned close to Luo Jiu's ear and whispered, "Disobedient children will be sold."
Luo Jiu was stunned. Not long ago, someone had said the exact same thing to her...
Xiao Zhuo?
Luo Jiu wanted to ask a question, but found that she could no longer speak.
She was led into the main hall by the man and, in a daze, completed the wedding ceremony with heaven and earth.
After the ceremony, scattered applause broke out, but it was not congratulatory at all.
Ultimately, she was just a concubine. She didn't need to entertain guests, pay respects to her parents, or even serve tea to the principal wife.
Just as Luo Jiu was lamenting how miserable her life had become, the man took her to the bridal chamber.
The new bed was covered with longan and red dates, symbolizing the wish for many children. It just felt a little burning when I sat on it.
Before Luo Jiu was ready, she felt her hood suddenly being lifted.
Luo Jiu: "..." Isn't it nighttime? This is not what I expected.
Sensing the figure slowly approaching in front of her, Luo Jiu froze, gripping the bedsheet tightly, and involuntarily wanted to back away.
But she grabbed his wrist. "Why are you dodging?"
Luo Jiu tried to struggle, but the man tightened his grip even more.
"Third Prince, what are you trying to do in broad daylight? The Confucian classics you read didn't teach you this, did they?"
Luo Jiu spoke in a panic, completely unaware of what she was saying.
"If you keep doing this, I'll get angry. I'm terrifying when I'm angry, and I don't know what I might do."
All that could be heard was a muffled chuckle from the man. "Super scary, isn't it?"
Then, suddenly, it drew closer, and a scent mixed with a certain subtle fragrance lingered around Luo Jiu's nose.
The man's lips pressed against Luo Jiu's, his breath hot as if it could scald her at any moment. This action seemed familiar, as if he had done it many times before.
"Hmm... I really want to know how scary it is."
After saying that, he licked Luo Jiu's earlobe.
Luo Jiu immediately pushed him away and stood up abruptly. Her face was flushed like a ripe apple, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.
What happened to the idea that people in ancient times were conservative? I feel deeply deceived by the TV series.
Just as Luo Jiu was wondering how to respond, there was a knock on the door.
The man's eyes sharpened, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Be a good boy and wait for me to come back, okay?"
He patted Luo Jiu's head affectionately, opened the door, and went out.
The moment the man stepped outside, his previously unreliable demeanor changed drastically. He exuded a chilling aura that kept people at bay.
After walking through the winding corridor, the man arrived at a secluded study.
At the desk sat a man dressed in a deep purple robe, holding a calligraphy brush and writing something.
He noticed the commotion and looked up.
It turned out to be a face exactly like Liang Ye's.
The person walked to the desk and ripped off the human skin mask from their face. A sharply defined face was exposed to the air.
The man pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Liang Ye with an unfriendly expression. This man was none other than Xiao Zhuo.
"Oh."
Liang Ye curled his lips into a smile, then accidentally tugged at the wound on his lip, letting out a soft gasp. He glanced at Xiao Zhuo, then said, "Did I interrupt your good time? Why are you so angry?"
"Um."
Xiao Zhuo's somewhat displeased tone left Liang Ye feeling like he was being forced to eat a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), yet he didn't know how to respond.
"She's still my woman in name only..."
Liang Ye's words seemed to have struck a nerve with Xiao Zhuo, whose eyes narrowed and who moved closer to Liang Ye with a dangerous expression.
"No, no, no..."
Seeing Xiao Zhuo approach, Liang Ye pretended to be frightened and took a few steps back:
"No, is it really necessary? The last time you hit me, the injury still hasn't healed."
Xiao Zhuo glanced coldly at Liang Ye, his voice so icy it seemed it could conjure ice shards: "As for..."
"Don't let me hear that again, or else..."
The atmosphere in the study instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Liang Ye was somewhat incredulous, never expecting Xiao Zhuo to break up with him over a woman, and looked at him with a complicated expression:
"I just don't understand, that woman, besides being pretty..."
Even so, she's blind, so how did she manage to be so captivating to you?
After muttering to himself, Liang Ye saw Xiao Zhuo's expression, as if he wanted to torture him to death, and gave an awkward laugh, trying to smooth things over:
"Okay, okay. She's yours..."
His last sentence pleased Xiao Zhuo. He casually sat down opposite Liang Ye, poured himself a cup of tea, and said nonchalantly:
"Don't make a move on her. Otherwise, you won't be able to handle the consequences."
Upon hearing this, a strange look flashed in Liang Ye's eyes. He recalled that night when Xiao Zhuo dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night.
For the sake of a woman, she came to confront him in the middle of the night and beat him mercilessly.
I had never seen Xiao Zhuo so ruthless before, and even now, thinking about it still makes me shudder.
This Luo Jiu really has some tricks up her sleeve.
He looked up for a moment, then put on his usual spoiled young master act again. "I told you she's yours, I won't touch her, don't worry."
"And don't let the women in your backyard bother her."
Liang Ye paused in his tea drinking, choked on his tea, and was speechless several times today, despite usually being the one to ease the tension.
You're being too protective of her.
Suddenly, Liang Ye changed the subject, his expression calm as he asked, "How did things go with what happened last time?"
Xiao Zhuo paused in his tea-drinking, then said in a low voice, "That old fox is quite cunning. I've set a trap; he won't reveal his true colors for another couple of days..."
"Are we confident? If we fail on the first strike and the old fox becomes prepared, it will be even more difficult."
Xiao Zhuo glanced at him, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips: "Don't worry."
"I trust you to handle things."
Liang Ye smiled and was about to pat him on the shoulder affectionately, but then, remembering something, he awkwardly let out a sigh of relief.
Xiao Zhuo is a person who doesn't like physical contact with people.
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