Chapter 15 Wedding Night
The girls were all a little panicked and frightened when they heard this.
After all, they were the young lady's dowry maids, and they would definitely have a lot of contact with the young master in the future. What if the young master had a seizure and threw them outside...?
Especially the young lady, who will be spending every day with the young master from now on, she is in the most danger.
Dongqing's face turned pale with fright. "No wonder the Princess is so good to Miss. Who would dare to marry the Prince in his current state? Miss just escaped one danger, will she fall into another?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Xia Zi covered Dong Qing's mouth and looked warily at the door. "This is the Prince's residence. Don't speak recklessly. If someone with ulterior motives hears this and it reaches the Princess Consort's ears, it will cause trouble. Also, Miss has already married the Prince, so from now on we must call Miss the Prince Consort."
"I know. I'm just worried about... the young... princess." Dongqing murmured, "The young master seemed quite nice during the day, gentle and obedient to the young lady. How could such a good person suddenly go crazy..."
"Alright. Since you're here, make the best of it." Meng Lingge pushed the snacks over. "You all should eat something first. After a while, you can leave and go about your own business. You don't need to stay here and watch over me. Xia Zi will keep watch tonight. Unless I give you instructions, just wait outside. You don't need to come in."
Meng Lingge's voice was calm and her demeanor composed.
Seeing her so calm, the four maids' panicked hearts gradually calmed down. They each ate something and then left one after another.
In late autumn, darkness falls early. As dusk descended, Meng Lingge called Xia Zi over and whispered a few words to her.
Xia Zi blushed deeply. "Princess Consort, have you made up your mind?"
"Okay. Go quickly and come back quickly, bring it along with the other books. Don't arouse suspicion." Meng Lingge was a little shy, but her tone was very firm.
Her mother had once told her that among the three chests of books in her dowry was a book on fire prevention. This was a romantic gesture meant to enhance the relationship between husband and wife.
If she were to marry Guan Yi'an, she wouldn't need to look at these things. The few words her mother gave her would be enough for her to understand, and she could leave the rest to Guan Yi'an.
But man proposes, God disposes. On the day of her wedding, her marriage took such a dramatic turn that even the groom was changed.
When she was standing on the stage, Wen Zhiming ran up to her from the crowd and questioned her aggrievedly about why she had married someone else. When he told her about the benefits of marrying him, she was already three parts moved.
When Wen Zhiming carried her to the bridal sedan chair and reprimanded Guan Yi'an for her, his level of attraction rose to five out of ten.
Upon arriving at the Prince Anshun's residence, the care shown to her by the Princess Anshun and Wen Zhiming's affection for her further fueled her feelings.
Even when Qiu Lan mentioned Wen Zhiming's illness, she was not afraid at all; instead, she felt even more pity for Wen Zhiming.
Since Wen Zhiming, despite his mental instability, could still firmly choose her, why couldn't she make some appropriate changes for Wen Zhiming?
She and Wen Zhiming were already husband and wife, so their wedding night should be without regrets.
Wen Zhiming didn't know how, so she taught him.
She can learn if she doesn't know how.
Xia Zi brought over four books, with the fire avoidance diagram placed at the bottom.
Knowing that Xia Zi was waiting outside the door, Meng Lingge used the candlelight to gently flip through the pages under the veil.
The contents of the fire-avoidance diagram were bold and eye-catching. After flipping through a few pages, Meng Lingge blushed deeply, feeling incredibly embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and bravely turned to the last page before finally closing it and putting it at the bottom of the box.
Sitting back on the bed, before she could collect her thoughts, she heard heavy, hurried footsteps outside, followed by Wen Zhiming's booming voice, "Little Ling'er, Little Ling'er, where's my wife? Where is my wife...?"
Xia Zi opened the door. "Your Highness, the Princess Consort is waiting for you in the room."
Wen Zhiming walked over quickly and smiled when he saw Meng Lingge by the bed.
"Little Ling'er, may I lift your veil now?"
Xia Zi had gently closed the door.
Meng Lingge blushed under the veil and slowly nodded.
"Hehe, let's lift the veil. Little Ling'er is so pretty, just as pretty as before."
Wen Zhiming's eyes were bright as he stared intently at Meng Lingge. He would squeeze her hand for a moment, and then stroke her hair.
His eyes were clear and pure, just like Wen Zhiming looked at Meng Lingge ten years ago—pure affection, without any desire.
"Your Highness, I am now married to you. From now on, you should call me Madam or Lady, but when it is just the two of us, you can still call me Xiao Ling'er."
Wen Zhiming nodded blankly, "As long as Xiaoling'er stays with me, I'll listen to Xiaoling'er."
Meng Lingge couldn't help but laugh, and stopped correcting him, "Have all the guests gone? The young master has arrived so early..."
"No. They told me to come to the bridal chamber soon. I didn't know what the bridal chamber was, so I came to ask Xiaoling'er."
Wen Zhiming looked completely bewildered.
Although his expression was somewhat blank, his handsome features, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a slender waist, made his bewildered and helpless appearance all the more captivating.
“I told my husband.”
Meng Lingge led Wen Zhiming to the table, "However, my husband must first drink this nuptial wine with me."
She was still a naive young woman, and although she wanted to consummate her marriage with Wen Zhiming, she was still a little reserved, so she went through all the rituals in the bridal chamber first.
On their wedding night, they drank the nuptial wine.
From this day forward, we will be one, never to be separated.
Wen Zhiming was guided by Meng Lingge to drink the nuptial wine. Although he had already drunk quite a lot at the banquet, he felt more comfortable drinking with Xiao Ling'er at this moment.
He clamored and pestered Meng Lingge to drink two more cups with him. After three cups of wine, Wen Zhiming showed no abnormalities, but Meng Lingge's face was flushed and her head was spinning.
Looking at the handsome young man smiling at her with infatuation, Meng Lingge maintained her last bit of sanity and said, "The bridal chamber is a secret between my husband and me. After I tell you, you are not allowed to tell anyone. You also cannot consummate the marriage with anyone else. Can you do that?"
Wen Zhiming nodded hesitantly, "Yes, I'll listen to Xiaoling'er."
"Husband, please carry me to the bed..."
Meng Lingge had never drunk so much alcohol before, and was now somewhat confused and infatuated. The scenes of the unexpected events at the wedding earlier that day kept flashing through her mind, and she felt inexplicably annoyed. She really wanted to get rid of Guan Yi'an's image in her mind.
As Wen Zhiming embraced her waist, she looked up and saw a swaying, red-clad beauty reflected in his clear eyes. Finally, she closed her eyes slightly, wrapped her arms around Wen Zhiming's neck, and boldly kissed him.
Wen Zhiming froze at the kiss, then assumed Meng Lingge was just playing with him, so he copied her and pecked her face all over.
Meng Lingge undressed him, and he undressed Meng Lingge in return.
Meng Lingge gently stroked him a few times, and he returned the rubbing with even greater intensity.
The candle was blown out, and the situation was spiraling out of control. Wen Zhiming learned quickly, and his once clear eyes were now filled with desire.
"Little Ling'er, Little Ling'er..."
He called out to her tirelessly, holding Meng Lingge even tighter. His male instincts were awakened, and he was so engrossed in the moment that he couldn't bear to put his wife down until Meng Lingge couldn't take it anymore and her voice was almost a sob, which finally made him stop.
Xia Zi, standing outside the door, blushed, feeling both worried and delighted.
Below the window at the back of the room, Granny Chu listened for a long time until there was no more movement inside the room. Then she stretched her legs, stood up with satisfaction, and headed towards Princess Anshun's residence.
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