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The guards hidden under the eaves and in the trees in the courtyard saw the tightly closed bridal chamber suddenly open. Their master, holding his mistress in a bright red wedding dress, lightly touched the pillars with his toes and leaped onto the roof.
Jun Beichen held the restless Nan Qing firmly in his arms, sat on the roof ridge, lifted her small face, and pointed to the crescent moon in the sky.
"Look, the moon is right there. Can our little stone bask in the moonlight now?"
Hearing his words, Nan Qing also quieted down. She half-closed her eyes and looked up at the moon above her head. She leaned lazily against Jun Beichen, nodded in satisfaction, then closed her eyes, raised her chin, and pretended to be bathed in moonlight.
The guards hidden in the shadows exchanged bewildered glances. Wait, what kind of peculiar hobby did their master have... going up to the roof to watch the moon on their wedding night?
If Qingying wasn't on night duty tonight, he would have known he'd have to run away tonight!
When Nanqing woke up again, it was already broad daylight.
The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with Jun Beichen's dark, deep gaze. Before she could even process what was happening, Nan Qing blinked her large eyes a few times, about to ask him what time it was, but before she could utter "Jun Beichen," he turned and kissed her...
Last night, Nan Qing was so drunk she was like a kitten. She didn't know that Jun Beichen had been holding her on the rooftop "basking in the moonlight" until midnight. After they came down, she fell into a deep sleep and couldn't be woken up no matter what he did.
Jun Beichen barely slept all night, and woke up again just as dawn broke. He then stared at the sleeping Nan Qing.
The red curtains were sheer, and the two thick red candles in the room were still burning slowly, as if to say that the wedding night was far from over...
Jun Beichen had no idea that it was already dawn. All he knew was that his princess had abandoned him on their wedding night, and now he was going to make up for it!
He didn't give Nan Qing a chance to speak at all, and soon, Nan Qing, who was encircled in his arms, was left with only a bright red undergarment.
Snow-white skin, smooth touch, the person before him was his beloved, the one he held dearest in his heart.
Even if he were a saint, he couldn't help it!
Their lips intertwined, filling the room with soft moans. The guards under the eaves outside the door blushed and retreated a hundred meters away, even stopping Mingxia and the others who were carrying washing utensils.
Indeed, the new house is as enchanting as it gets...
"My dear... be good... relax."
"My wife...hold me, yes, just like that..."
"Qingqing..."
Jun Beichen called Nan Qing's name again and again, each word more tender and passionate than the last. His soft moans and Nan Qing's delicate breaths intertwined, making the small space on the bed increasingly hot and unsettling.
He used every picture he found in the booklet he pulled out from under his pillow last night, and he did his best to please Nan Qing, who was just as emotional as he was.
Beads of sweat glistened, and her hair was disheveled and lush.
Jun Beichen did everything he wanted to do last night this morning.
Or, to put it another way, several times...
Since his wedding, Jun Beichen has never again pretended to be as sickly and weak as before, mainly because one day, when he was completely out of control, Nan Qing had told him that his body needed to be taken care of...
From then on, the aloof and ethereal Jun Beichen was nowhere to be seen again. Whether it was the people in the Prince's Mansion, the people in the General's Mansion, or the people of Lingnan, they could often see the Prince holding his princess's hand and playing around.
But from then on, the Prince Xian's mansion never had a peaceful day again, as assassins from all walks of life from the capital came one after another.
However, Nanqing said it was quite good.
To be honest, there were fewer fun things to do in ancient times. Now, apart from going out to play during the day, all she has left is this nighttime fighting and killing.
Oh, otherwise Jun Beichen would have cornered me in the room...
So it's better to have more fighting and killing!
Around the third month after their marriage, an imperial decree came from the capital ordering Prince Xian to return to the capital. However, Jun Beichen was not surprised at all, and even openly ordered General Shi and his wife to return to the capital together.
One month later.
Several understated yet luxurious carriages drove in from the south gate of the capital and, as usual, stopped at the Crown Prince's residence where Jun Beichen had lived since childhood.
In fact, he now holds most of the military power in the entire Great Yan, including the imperial guards. It's just that he wants to stay in Lingnan with Nanqing for a while longer. Otherwise, according to the original plan, he would have already taken that position by now.
The vermilion-lacquered, gold-studded gate of the Crown Prince's residence still stands majestically high, and the bronze hanging under the eaves taps softly in the breeze, producing a clear and melodious sound.
Sixteen bright lanterns were lit in unison under the eaves, and the old steward, who had set off early, led all the servants of the manor to kneel in front of the gate to welcome their prince and princess.
"Welcome back to the Prince and Princess..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage curtains swayed gently.
Jun Beichen carried Nan Qing, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion during the carriage ride, and slowly dismounted from the horse. He didn't even lift his eyelids to glance at the golden plaque that read "Crown Prince's Residence" hanging high above, and went straight up the steps into the residence.
A moon-white robe brushed against the bluestone steps before him, his steps steady as ever. The copper nails on both sides of the mansion gate were imprinted with the golden sunset. Everything inside the mansion gate was as before, as if he had just gone out for a trip yesterday and returned today, as if it were all natural.
The head steward followed behind, whispering, "Your Highness, I have instructed people to clean your study and bedroom. The furnishings in your bedroom have been changed to the layout of the palace; the Princess Consort will surely be used to it."
"As Your Highness instructed, a ginkgo tree was moved to the courtyard, and a reclining chair, the kind that the Princess Consort likes, was placed under it."
Jun Beichen didn't stop walking, only responding with a faint "hmm," and tightened his arms around the person in his embrace, making them more secure.
Inside the sleeping quarters, candles were already lit.
The brocade quilt on the bed was newly changed, in the light blue color that Nanqing liked, and it was also scented with her favorite floral fragrance.
Jun Beichen bent down and gently placed Nanqing on the couch. His movements were extremely light, as he was afraid of disturbing her sweet dreams.
The long journey by carriage was tiring, and Nan Qing's appetite had shrunk considerably over the past month. Just now, when he held her in his arms, she even felt a little light and weightless.
After she covered him with a light blanket, Jun Beichen walked out of the bedroom. The old steward was still waiting with his head bowed. He whispered his instructions:
"Prepare hot water and meals, especially beef and fish. Also, prepare more nourishing meals for the Princess."
The head steward readily agreed, but couldn't help asking another question:
"Your Highness, would you... like to go to the study?"
Jun Beichen's eyes did not move; he simply said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow," and returned to his room.
The Crown Prince's residence still exists, the Eastern Palace still exists, and the world is already in his hands. What is there to rush?
Besides, in this world, nothing is more important than his beloved...
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