"Officials and commoners alike are watching..."
She panicked and forgot to use honorifics.
Yin Jiuxiao lowered his head and bit her earlobe: "Then let them see, let them see the Empress who belongs only to me! From now on, they must call me husband!"
The bride in his arms angrily punched his shoulder: "You did this on purpose!"
Yin Jiuxiao laughed loudly, carrying his spoils as he stepped across the brocade-covered ground. His black robe and wedding dress intertwined, leaving a trail of crimson on the bluestone slabs.
Hundreds of gilded tree lanterns illuminated the main hall as if it were daytime. Zi Xi sat regally on the phoenix throne, her heavy robes pressing down on her skirt.
When Yin Jiuxiao personally fastened the gold-inlaid jade seal to her, the old ministers clearly saw the emperor's fingertips trembling slightly. This hand, which had once beheaded an enemy soldier with a single sword, now took three attempts to untie the intricate love knot.
"The ceremony is complete—"
Before the high-pitched voice of the Director of Ceremonial Affairs had even faded, the old prime minister had already stepped forward, holding a gilded gourd.
His aged hands trembled on the silver tray with mandarin ducks, and the amber wine in the gourd rippled: "Please, Your Majesty and Empress..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yin Jiuxiao suddenly snatched the two cups and drank them down. The moment the nectar entered his throat, Yin Jiuxiao grabbed Zi Xi by the back of her neck and leaned down.
Zi Xi stared wide-eyed at the eyelashes cast shadows under the palace lanterns so close to her.
The warm wine flowed into her mouth as their lips and tongues intertwined, carrying the strong aroma of ambergris and a hint of the familiar bloody taste. This madman actually bit his tongue!
Is it sweet?
When Zi Xi's breathing became unsteady, he stepped back slightly and wiped the wine that had spilled from the corner of her lips with his thumb.
The gasps of the officials were clearly audible.
Zi Xi glimpsed the old prime minister clutching his chest and taking three steps back, while the young historian was frantically drawing ink blots on the bamboo slips.
"That's against the rules!"
Her voice trembled as she pinched the soft flesh of Yin Jiuxiao's waist hard with shame and indignation.
Yin Jiuxiao didn't care at all, and chuckled as he picked her up by the waist.
The nine-phoenix crown, adorned with pearls, swept across the imperial table, overturning the unfinished gourd, its liquid soaking the table.
On the gilded dragon candlestick, the red candle burns high, its tears winding like blood, solidifying into crimson amber on the gilded candlestick.
When Yin Jiuxiao carried Zixi into the inner hall, her phoenix crown and beaded curtain were already in disarray, and the golden threads hung down on his black dragon robe, like fragments of a galaxy.
He bent down and placed her on the dragon bed covered with brocade, gently brushing away the stray strands of hair from her forehead with his fingertips.
Are you tired?
He asked in a low voice, which was deeper than usual and had a slightly hoarse tone.
Zi Xi looked up at him, the corners of her eyes still flushed, and the rouge on her lips had been smeared by his kisses, yet she still stubbornly pursed her lips: "Your Majesty... went too far today!"
Yin Jiuxiao chuckled softly, his fingertips caressing her slightly swollen lips: "On our wedding night, was I too excessive?"
He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against her ear: "Who stole my thunder by shooting a deer in the Imperial Garden? And who kissed me first..."
His lips almost touched hers, his voice so low only she could hear: "...like a fairy in my dreams, bothering me for so long?"
Zi Xi's ears burned, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the brocade quilt beneath her.
Yin Jiuxiao's kiss landed.
Unlike his domineering presence in front of the officials and his prolonged kiss on the road, this kiss was gentle to the point of being almost devout.
His lips gently brushed against hers, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips as if savoring the most precious nectar.
Zi Xi unconsciously tilted her head back, her fingers climbing up his shoulder, her fingertips sinking into the gold-embroidered patterns of his black dragon robe.
His hand slid down her waistline, his fingertips untying the ties of her wedding dress. The elaborate gown fell away layer by layer, revealing the snow-white undergarment beneath.
Yin Jiuxiao's eyes suddenly darkened. His fingertips gently traced her collarbone. He ripped open his dragon robe, revealing his muscular chest.
Her fingertips gently touched the scars on his body, and Yin Jiuxiao's breathing suddenly became heavy.
“Azi…”
"Tonight... don't call me Your Majesty, I am your husband."
He gripped her wrists, pressed her down into the brocade quilt, his voice hoarse and barely audible.
Red candles flickered, and curtains swayed gently.
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