Lee So-hyeon's vows came out so easily, but Ah-ri didn't seem as beautiful as before.
Xie Qianzhong scoffed coldly. His dark pupils, shimmering red in the night, appeared deep and terrifying as he stared directly at Song Tangli. Song Tangli felt a chill run down her spine for no reason and trembled as she hid behind Li Zhaoxian, avoiding Xie Qianzhong's gaze.
Soon, Song Tangli pulled Li Zhaoxian away to toast the other adults and their wives.
Xie Qianzhong poured himself another glass of wine. He was surprised that Li Zhaoxian, who was like a parasitic plant, actually liked him. With such a gem in front of him, he insisted on choosing that cow dung ball.
Whether it was from drinking too much or the burning desire in her heart after finally fulfilling a long-cherished wish, Song Tangli's body unconsciously radiated warmth. Her heavy wedding dress was already soaked with sweat, making the dress feel even heavier, and Song Tangli was struggling a bit.
The sweltering summer evening breeze was both hot and cold, and it gave me goosebumps.
Song Tangli felt increasingly thirsty the more she drank. She wished she could find a river and drink it all in one gulp. Could it be that the wine from the Ministry of Rites was fake and was just meant to fool her?
Song Tangli slightly loosened her collar, and Li Zhaoxian, who was close by, saw the faint red marks on her skin and said with heartache, "If you can't drink, then don't drink later. I'll drink it for you."
Song Tangli smiled faintly, feeling a tingling sensation all over her body, and she couldn't help but want to reach out and scratch it. But that shouldn't be happening.
At this moment, Song Tangli was feeling extremely uncomfortable, but out of consideration for her status as the Crown Princess, she couldn't make any indecent movements. She was almost bursting with pent-up frustration.
The wine prepared for the Crown Prince's wedding was arranged according to the Crown Princess's allergies. Could it be that Song Tangxue has something that causes her allergies?
Song Tangli felt irritated. She was clearly the rightful Crown Princess, but now she felt like a thief.
As expected, Li Zhaoxian helped Song Tangli avoid all the drinks, and people praised and blessed her, whether sincerely or not.
"His Highness the Crown Prince and his wife are truly a loving couple!"
"May you two enjoy a harmonious marriage and have a son soon!"
As time went on, Song Tangli's complexion grew increasingly unpleasant. Watching her from afar, Song Tangxue felt a surge of satisfaction; the medicine was about to take effect.
As the moon rose in the west, the guests who had come and gone were seen off, and some who were still quite drunk were settled in guest rooms, leaving only the solitude that followed the hustle and bustle in the courtyard.
The servants dared not sleep, and had to clean up the mess overnight, lest they offend the distinguished guest returning home the next day.
Song Tangli and Li Zhaoxian went to their bridal chamber early. Song Tangxue wandered aimlessly around the mansion. The moonlight was like water. When she reached the small pavilion in the lake, she reached out and touched the water. Even in the summer, she felt that it was icy cold.
She clearly remembered that in her previous life, she was pushed down here by Song Tangli, cold water poured into her lungs, and Song Tangli's shrill laughter was mixed with Li Zhaoxian's gentle questions.
No one cared whether she lived or died. It was the dead of winter, and that was the year she was seriously injured. She became sickly and there was no hope of recovery.
"Go get me a cloak." Song Tangxue sat down, quietly watching the reflection of the bright moon in the lake, as if she were imprisoned in the lake, rippling and struggling.
Just as if she were to be reborn, her futile struggles were all in vain, as the moon remained firmly imprisoned on the water's surface.
"You've had a long day, Miss, please go and rest." Cui Xi lowered her head and massaged her sore calves. "It's getting late, and we still have to move houses tomorrow."
"Alright, forget about the cloak, let's rest here for a while." Song Tangxue sat against the railing, and Cuixi carefully placed her legs on her knees and massaged them.
"Also, remember to change your way of addressing people in the future. The Crown Prince's residence is not the same as the Song residence, so you must be even more careful with your words and actions." The source of Song Tangxue's tragic life in her previous life began in the Crown Prince's residence.
Once you enter the palace, it's like entering a deep sea. The Crown Prince's residence is no less so. In her previous life, she barely survived half her life, only wanting a peaceful place, but she couldn't even get it.
The servants were sweeping and cleaning the front yard, which gave this desolate and remote place a unique charm.
Song Tangxue relaxed and enjoyed the tranquility, surrounded by the chirping of insects, like that summer night many years ago: "The moon is crescent, the moon is crescent, Miss is busy picking flowers under the moon..."
Slender white fingers gently tapped the wooden railing, accompanied by a folk tune—a tune Cui Xi had never heard before, like fireflies flitting by on a quiet summer night, scattering their light across the ground—a warm melody.
"So happy to be married?" Xie Qianzhong, who appeared out of nowhere, interrupted Song Tangxue's leisurely mood.
Upon seeing the person who suddenly appeared, Cui Xi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She turned around and consciously walked outside the pavilion, keeping her eyes and ears open.
They simply refused to look at or listen to anything happening inside the pavilion.
Song Tangxue lazily propped herself up: "Lord Xie, are you also here to admire the moon? What a refined taste you have!" Song Tangxue avoided answering his question, pulling Xie Qianzhong like a little hook.
Whether you're happy or not, Xie Qianzhong can see for himself.
Xie Qianzhong stared at her for a long time. The moonlight flowed quietly, but Xie Qianzhong was the first to give in. He sighed softly, unfolded the moon-white cloak in his hand, wrapped her up tightly, and pulled her head out of the cloak.
Song Tangxue raised her hand, her sleeves wide and long, not even a finger could be seen: "Is this Lord Xie's cloak?"
Song Tangxue asked the question knowing the answer already. Xie Qianzhong looked at her and adjusted her cloak.
Not a single red hue escaped; it was a wedding dress worn by someone else, an eyesore.
It's better to just ignore it.
Xie Qianzhong looked at Song Tangxue, whose eyebrows were curved, and touched her pale lips with his fingers: "Did the Song family really give you medicine?"
"I'm a medical student, how could that be?" Song Tangxue grabbed his hand as he tried to pull back, her movements revealing a hint of allure.
"Lord Xie, you've been visiting the Crown Prince's residence every night since your wedding. Are you perhaps jealous?" Song Tangxue asked with a smile, boldly probing Xie Qianzhong.
Xie Qianzhong was completely exasperated when he saw Song Tangxue's cheeks flushed an unnatural red. Just a few drinks had made her feel drunk.
How can one feel at ease without keeping an eye on things?
Song Tangxue's hands were empty, so she opened her arms and caught the passing summer breeze.
He simply stretched out his fingers and held Xie Qianzhong's fingertips, playing with them gently, slowly twisting and stroking, until Xie Qianzhong's palms were soaked with a thin layer of sweat.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a deep pool that could easily draw people in and drown them.
"Your Highness, what are you saying?" Xie Qianzhong took the opportunity to withdraw his hand. The two seemed to have adapted well to their current status: "I am busy with official duties every day. How could I have time to express my feelings and love?"
"Lord Xie, I don't like this sneaky behavior. Lord Xie, you must think of a way!" Song Tangxue propped herself up on the handrail, looked up at him, and said in a coquettish tone.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
