Chapter 50 Wedding Night The guests outside hadn't left yet, Shen Yun…
The guests had not yet left, and Shen Yunrong asked, "Is Your Highness drunk?"
Zhao Linzhang reeked of alcohol, but his face was all smiles. His red clothes accentuated his tall stature and his face was as beautiful as jade.
"Who dares to get me drunk!"
Zhao Linzhang's words were true. Apart from the Imperial Physician Shen and his wife who had come from afar, to whom Zhao Linzhang toasted three cups, everyone else toasted him first. He was in such a good mood today that he accepted everyone's toasts and drank a few more cups than he should.
"Besides, I can get drunk on any day, but not today!" Zhao Linzhang lightly pecked her red lips under her heavy makeup, tasting a mouthful of powder.
"I'm going to wash my face!" Shen Yunrong also felt breathless. She didn't even recognize the woman with a white face and red lips in the mirror.
"You look so beautiful today!" Zhao Linzhang didn't mind the pink on his lips and wanted to kiss him again.
"Your Highness, you can even see beauty in this?" Shen Yunrong rubbed her face, her fingertips covered in a layer of white powder.
"What should you call me?" Zhao Linzhang moved closer and lifted her chin.
His gaze was intense, his eyes brimming with desire. Shen Yunrong, feeling the nakedness of his eyes, lowered her gaze shyly and said, "Husband!"
This was the most melodious call in the world. Zhao Linzhang smiled, his eyes narrowing: "Madam!"
"Oh right, we haven't drunk the nuptial wine yet." Zhao Linzhang led her to the table, where two wine cups were tied with red silk ribbons, knotted together in the middle.
Zhao Linzhang picked up two glasses of wine and handed one to Shen Yunrong.
Shen Yunrong took a sip; the spicy taste went down her throat. She frowned, about to gulp it down in one go, when Zhao Linzhang snatched the cup away: "My wife, let me teach you how to drink the nuptial wine!"
After saying that, he drank the rest of the wine in his glass in one gulp, pressed his hand against Shen Yunrong's back, and pressed his wine-moistened lips against her red lips.
The spicy liquor was forcefully pushed in by his warm lips and tongue, and Shen Yunrong was forced to swallow it all.
Her face, already rouged, turned even redder from the smell of alcohol.
Only after Zhao Linzhang had eaten all the lip rouge from her lips did the man get up from her.
"I'll carry you inside to wash up!"
Before Shen Yunrong could say no, her body suddenly felt lighter as Zhao Linzhang lifted her up by the waist. After drinking the small cup of wine, she felt a little dizzy.
After washing for a long time, Shen Yunrong came out wearing only a bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks around her neck.
"Cold!" It was already late autumn, and although Zhao Linzhang's body was burning hot, his exposed skin still felt a bit chilly after leaving the clean room.
Zhao Linzhang took three steps in two and carried the person to lie down on the bright red brocade quilt embroidered with hundreds of sons and thousands of grandsons.
As the heavy curtains were lowered, the temperature inside the tent slowly rose. The bright red brocade quilt made the woman's skin appear even whiter than snow, and Zhao Linzhang's breath seemed to burn like fire.
Despite having been intimate many times, Shen Yunrong still curled her toes nervously.
She felt a cool sensation on her ankle, and shifted, making a soft, pleasant tinkling sound: "What is this?"
In response, Zhao Linzhang bent down and kissed her ankle.
A hot, wet tongue swept across the inside of her calf, and Shen Yunrong's fingers, gripping the brocade quilt, suddenly tightened. The golden bells on her anklet jingled wildly, and she arched her body to avoid it: "It tickles!"
The hot, wet kisses traveled upwards, sparking a flurry of fire. Shen Yunrong felt both itchy and tingling, her waist trembling uncontrollably. She weakly clung to the man's neck: "No more!"
Don't kiss her anymore, she's ticklish!
The two mandarin ducks trembled as she raised her arm, as if swimming on the crest of a wave.
"Tonight is our wedding night, we can't miss it!" Zhao Linzhang said as he gnawed on the ribbon on his bodice.
He hadn't been close to her for over half a month in preparation for their marriage, and only now did he realize that the body beneath him had become much fuller.
"It seems like I've gained weight!" Zhao Linzhang sighed.
"Where is it?" Her body felt so weak that she held the man's head in her hands. She did feel that her clothes were a little tight, but she never thought that she had gained weight.
"This is wonderful!" He couldn't bear to part with her fair and smooth body.
A chill ran through her chest, and Shen Yunrong gasped for breath, like a fish thrown ashore.
"Husband, be gentle!"
The man, already lost in lust, had only eyes for the white, fleshy body: "We're finally married, you're mine now!"
This journey has been incredibly difficult, and to finally find a woman who is a perfect match for him, Zhao Linzhang feels richer than an emperor!
Shen Yunrong held his head in her arms. It had not been easy for them. She kissed the corner of his eye and said, "Husband, husband!"
The man leaned down, and nothing could express love more than their skin touching. Shen Yunrong felt intoxicated, and she said all the shameful things she had to say, and was forced to do the things she would never dare to do in her normal life, rising and falling with the man's movements.
The bright red wedding candles burned all night, and the bedside bells rang continuously throughout the night.
As the first rays of morning light streamed through the window, Shen Yunrong immediately opened her eyes. The man, still half asleep, held her close and mumbled, "It's still early, sleep a little longer!"
Shen Yunrong pulled her half-body off the man and kissed the corner of his mouth: "We need to get up early today!"
Although she didn't have to get up early to serve tea to her mother-in-law, everyone in the household was waiting for her, the new mistress of the house, so she felt embarrassed to sleep until noon.
Shen Yunrong got up to wash and dress, and the rustling sounds made Zhao Linzhang unable to sleep, so he also got up.
"Your Highness, don't you want to sleep any longer!" Last night, he toiled like a tireless ox all night long.
"Hmm? What did you call me?" Zhao Linzhang, with his hair loose, leaned against the headboard watching her do her makeup, and raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
"Husband!" Her voice was melodious and charming, which pleased Zhao Linzhang greatly. He got up and took the phoenix hairpin that the maid was about to put on her.
"Let me put it on for you!"
The woman in the mirror had slightly furrowed brows and naturally red lips, with a phoenix hairpin swaying up and down in her hair.
"My queen is so beautiful!" Zhao Linzhang praised sincerely.
“My husband is also very handsome and strong!” Shen Yunrong whispered in his ear as the maid left.
"If Your Highness likes it, I will continue to do so tonight!" Zhao Linzhang embraced her and looked directly into her eyes in the mirror.
"I'll help you tie your hair!" Shen Yunrong didn't want to joke with him anymore; his skin was thicker than a city wall, and she couldn't win against him no matter what.
The servants in the manor all knew Shen Yunrong. Today was just a formality; she gave everyone a reward and then dismissed them.
Looking at the small yet exquisite courtyard, Shen Yunrong took Zhao Linzhang's arm and strolled in the backyard: "It seems like it would be nice to live here for a long time!"
Zhao Linzhang paused: "You think this place is good?"
He has been thinking a lot lately about whether or not to build a new palace, fearing it would be a waste of resources and manpower, but not building it would mean his wife and daughters would suffer.
"Pavilions, terraces, artificial hills, and flowing water—the prince can see us just a few steps away when he returns!" There are advantages to a small mansion; the Prince Zhuang's mansion in the capital is too large, with courtyards separated by courtyards.
"If you like it, we'll buy it, and we won't need to build a mansion!"
"Really?" Shen Yunrong didn't expect that Zhao Linzhang would have the same idea as her casual remark.
"Whatever you like, I'll listen to you!" Zhao Linzhang said to her with a doting smile, "You want to open a shop? I've found you a few shopkeepers. Take some time to meet them! They've all been running shops for over ten years and are very experienced."
"You are the best husband in the world!" When no one was watching, Shen Yunrong secretly kissed his cheek.
“That doesn’t count. If you really want to thank your husband, you can be on top tonight!” Zhao Linzhang said without changing his expression, discussing his terms.
"You, you just bully people!" Every three sentences he talks about are about things that happened in bed. Sometimes Shen Yunrong really feels dazed. How can a person change so much? When she first met him, she couldn't imagine that these words would come from this man.
"I'll let you get your revenge tonight!" Zhao Linzhang said the most irreverent thing on a serious face.
"Your Highness, Lord Jiang requests an audience!" Steward Tan stepped forward to report.
"It's probably about reinforcing the dike. You go back first, I'll be right back!"
"Well, you have important business to attend to. I'm going to see Mother!"
Shen's mother's health is deteriorating, but she is holding on to watch her daughter's wedding. She fell into a deep sleep last night and has not woken up since.
"Yes, you should spend more time with your mother-in-law!"
When Zhao Linzhang arrived at the study, there was no Lord Jiang, only Jiang Xinyan.
When Jiang Xinyan saw him, she knelt down in front of him with a thud: "Please, Your Highness, save me!"
"Miss Jiang, you're using your father's name to ask me for something?" Zhao Linzhang didn't step forward, nor did he ask her to get up.
"Your Highness, please save Xinyan! I'll do anything for you and the Princess, but my father wants me to become a concubine for an old man in his sixties!"
"That's Miss Jiang's family matter; it's not my place to interfere!"
"Your Highness, please accept me! I will serve you and Sister Shen like a slave!" Jiang Xinyan was at her wit's end. The Prince of Pingnan was getting married, and he showed no interest in her whatsoever. Her father had given up on sending her to the Prince's mansion.
"Miss Jiang, you've asked the wrong person!" Zhao Linzhang was about to leave when Jiang Xinyan grabbed his leg.
"Your Highness, I beg you to have mercy! This humble woman has no other way out!"
In what way am I inferior to Sister Shen? My looks are no less than hers, and my talent surpasses hers. Your Highness, please take a look at me!
“Sister Jiang, you’re wrong! If he weren’t a prince, would you still be fond of him?” Shen Yunrong remembered that Zhao Linzhang hadn’t eaten yet today, so she brought a bowl of bird’s nest porridge. She had just reached the door when she heard the woman crying.
Jiang Xinyan raised her tearful eyes, and saw the woman in front of her who was elegant and wealthy.
"You only admire his status. If the prince were just a commoner on the street, would Sister Jiang be willing to become his concubine?"
"No, I want to serve the Prince and my sister!"
"No, you wouldn't. If my husband weren't a prince, you probably wouldn't even give him a second glance!" Shen Yunrong exhaled a breath of stale air and continued, "What you think you like is nothing more than liking my husband's status and position!"
"No, Sister Shen, I didn't!" Jiang Xinyan could only shed tears after her secret was exposed. If Zhao Linzhang hadn't been a prince, she didn't know who her father would have sent her to be a concubine.
"I've always considered you a sister, but there are things I can share with you that I can't share with my husband. Go back now, and don't come back again!" Shen Yunrong said with heartache. She had finally found someone she could talk to, but she was just like everyone else, only wanting to climb the social ladder by clinging to Zhao Linzhang. She was even worse, calling her sister and using her to get close to her man.
"Sister, please say a few kind words to the Prince!" Jiang Xinyan cried, her voice like raindrops on a banana leaf, her figure delicate and pitiful.
“Sister, I can help you with everything else. But not this!” Shen Yunrong stepped forward and hugged the man’s arm.
"I will not argue with you today, you may leave!" Zhao Linzhang squeezed his wife's hand back, after all, he had spent more than ten days with his wife on the ship.
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