Chapter 38 Drunk
Shen Sui and Cheng Jingyi’s wedding date is set for the beginning of next spring.
Yu Li heard this and said in disbelief: “The beginning of next spring? Counting the days, there is still a month left. Is there no auspicious date in this month? Must it be next spring? Did the Third Prince forget that your birthday is not long after the beginning of spring? Isn’t this…” Her voice gradually faded away.
Wu Chun said: “Maybe he doesn’t care about my birthday at all, just get married. Since it’s the beginning of next spring, don’t we have more time to prepare?”
Prepare?
Before Yuli could react, Jinglian said, "So your Highness doesn't want to see the Third Prince get married."
Wuchun's eyelashes trembled suddenly, as if something had been revealed. "Of course I don't want to. No matter if I love him or not, who wants to see their husband happily taking a concubine?"
She couldn't be like many virtuous ladies in Daliang, managing the backyard and planning for her husband. Even though she knew that her treatment would not be the same as before, she still wanted to take a concubine for her husband.
This year passed quickly, as if the spring banquet of Queen Chen was yesterday. It snowed a few more times, and the few plum blossoms in the yard were pressed by the snow and their true appearance could not be seen. The winter was cold and desolate. When the New Year came, red lanterns were hung inside and outside the Yuning Palace.
Under the dim light of the red lantern, Shen Sui came back.
Shen Sui was wearing a black woolen coat with a deep lake blue collar underneath. On a festive day, he did not look happy at all, but rather cold and gloomy.
A banquet had been prepared in Xuanyang Hall in Yuning Palace to celebrate his return. Wu Chun bowed her head when she saw him coming in.
Shen Sui passed by her, bringing a gust of cool wind. After two steps, he said, "Get up."
The two sat down at the table.
The New Year is the most festive and lively day of the year. Wu Chun should have said something auspicious, but she could not say a word. The faint sound of firecrackers outside made her even more taciturn.
The servants all retreated with glances.
Shen Sui moved his chopsticks, then seemed a little upset and put them down, "After not seeing each other for these few days, do you really have nothing to say?"
"What does your Highness want to hear? Do you want me to wish your Highness and Miss Cheng a long and happy life together? Or do you want to wish you a son soon?" Wu Chun's tone was slow, as if she didn't want to do anything about it.
Shen Sui frowned, pulled her hand over, and looked at her thin fingers. "Some things actually have room for maneuver."
Wu Chun's hand looked very small in his palm. She said calmly, "Why are you saying this now? If I say I don't want you to take a concubine, will you not take a concubine?"
This was what he meant, but she said it directly, and he felt that he couldn't do this. This would be like indulging in a poisonous and gentle spider web, which would paralyze him and make him weak. He didn't need these unnecessary emotions.
Shen Sui let go of her hand again, "You think too much."
Wu Chun curled her fingers.
He started eating, then drinking one cup after another. After finishing, he called for more. His cold white face was gradually covered with a layer of faintness. In the end, he frowned with a headache and threw the wine pot with his backhand. The silver pot rolled on the ground several times.
Wu Chun saw that he was in a bad mood, so she planned to ask someone to help him bathe, change clothes and go to bed. Just as she was about to say something, Shen Sui covered her mouth and said, "You do it."
The rough lines on the palm of his hand brushed against her lips.
Salty and hot.
The moonlight was beautiful.
Wu Chun had no choice but to help him up. He was really tall, like a mountain pressing down on him. She gritted her teeth and pulled him, but she couldn't move him after trying for a long time. When she looked up, she found Shen Sui squinting his eyes and looking at her leisurely.
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. He looked at her as if she was joking .
Wu Chun was inexplicably annoyed. When she let go, Shen Sui lost his support, swayed twice, and fell straight down with a dull sound.
"Ah." Wu Chun didn't expect him to be so drunk, so she squatted down to check.
Shen Sui's black hair spread out like a waterfall, and the moonlight fell on his face, just shining his right eye with a jade-like luster. When he was drunk, he was much less sharp and cold than usual, like a gentleman under the forest, a jade mountain about to fall.
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His eyes seemed to be out of focus, reflecting her shadow, but he seemed not to be looking at her.
"Hey, Shen Sui?" She patted his face.
His eyelashes trembled, and after blinking, he seemed to see her clearly, and reached out to pull her.
Wu Chun fell on him unexpectedly.
The warm smell of alcohol blew on his face wetly, which should have been unpleasant, but on Shen Sui, mixed with his woody fragrance, it seemed acceptable.
"You are drunk." Wu Chun looked into his eyes.
"I'm not drunk."
"You are drunk."
"You are drunk." Shen Sui turned over and pressed Wu Chun under him. The jade crown was crooked, so he simply took it off and threw it aside, and the hair fell coldly on Wu Chun.
It seemed like it had been a long time since he had been so intimate with Shen Sui. Wu Chun turned his head away uncomfortably, but was pulled back by his chin.
His dark eyes made Wu Chun's heart skip a beat.
Shen Sui lowered his head and kissed her, with unusual tenderness. After kissing her for a while, he pecked her lips for a while, licking her teeth and the corners of her lips, as if he was playing with a jade treasure.
Wu Chun took advantage of his pause and called out in a hoarse voice: "Shen Ci Ning, that's enough."
He paused for a moment, and then chuckled, "Not enough." He
kissed her neck again, sucked her earlobe, and with a flick of his fingers, her belt came loose. He reached behind her back, hugged her tightly, and let out a low sigh.
"I'll give you one more chance, think about it first."
What riddle was he talking about?
Wu Chun was afraid of the cold, so she shrank slightly, her fingers clutching Shen Sui's collar, as if she couldn't leave him.
He hugged her tightly, the cold fabric rubbed against her body, and Wu Chun could hardly find a moment to breathe.
While trying to slip away from his arms, she said nonsense: "I wish Your Highness peace for years, victory in the battle, the truth of the mystery, and a happy and sweet marriage..."
Although it was just perfunctory, Wu Chun also found it strange.
After hearing the last sentence, Shen Sui stroked her shoulder blades, not satisfied with her answer, "Say it again."
What exactly did he want her to say?
Wu Chun thought about it, anyway he was drunk, and what she said was not true, so he just said it casually, and said: "I like Your Highness."
She felt the palm of her back shrink, and her flesh was pinched so hard that it hurt.
"It hurts, let me go."
Shen Sui seemed to be unable to hear her words, lowered his head and kissed her again. He seemed to be much happier, and the force of the kiss increased, but it was not rough, and whispered in her ear, "What else?"
Wu Chun really didn't know what else to say, so he simply remained silent.
But he kissed all the way down, and the kiss made Wu Chun tremble all over.
She was going to leave, and she couldn't delay with him any more. She shouldn't have any entanglement or tenderness with him. The two of them couldn't be put together with the word sweet. They were born to fight each other.
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. A bad fate.
Wu Chun grabbed the silver pot that fell beside her and knocked him on the head.
Shen Sui fainted.
Wu Chun finally breathed a sigh of relief, put on her clothes, hurriedly asked for servants, and then ran back to Fengchun Palace, with the moonlight lingering under her feet.
...
Even after a long time, Wu Chun didn't know what Shen Sui wanted to hear from her that night. What would happen if she said what he wanted to hear?
On New Year's Eve of the 22nd year of Yongqing, she met Shen Sui for the last time in the Daliang Palace.
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