The room fell silent instantly.
The person at the door stared in astonishment, their mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
The Tenth Prince could no longer smile; his face was clouded with gloom.
The Fourteenth Prince looked inside, then at the Tenth Prince, and felt inexplicably sorry for his brother. He sighed inwardly and pulled the Tenth Prince out.
The Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince quieted down.
Seeing this, the Crown Prince chuckled and joked, "Thirteenth Brother, a moment of pleasure on your wedding night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so your brothers won't disturb you any longer!"
Then he turned and left.
The others felt it inappropriate to stay any longer, so they all left.
The temperature inside the room rose, and Heyue's cheeks burned as she nudged the Thirteenth Prince.
The Thirteenth Prince snorted in dissatisfaction: "You dare to hit me on our wedding night? You really have the nerve to do that!" Then, as if in retaliation, he bit her neck.
"You still dare to call me 'Grandpa'? How old are you? You want a beating, don't you!" Heyue took a breath, angrily slapped him on the head, and glared at him.
The Thirteenth Prince chuckled: "Wife, you've already had your way with the beating, shouldn't we get down to business now?"
With a hint of flattery in her voice, He Yue glanced at him sideways, pushed him away forcefully, sat up, and yawned: "Speaking of business, I am indeed sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
Then he pulled the blanket over his head, turned his back, and fell asleep.
The thirteenth prince's face darkened instantly.
Seeing that she had her back to him and was ignoring him completely, the Thirteenth Prince felt both angry and a little wronged.
He pursed his lips and cautiously approached, saying, "Honey, can we not sleep yet? We still have important things to do."
Heyue was fast asleep and ignored him.
Thirteenth Prince scratched his head, feeling discouraged. Then, a thought struck him, and he softened his voice: "Okay, Heyue, I was wrong, okay? I shouldn't have called you 'Master,' and I shouldn't have made you angry. You said tonight is our wedding night, shouldn't we... should we do something?" At this point, Thirteenth Prince was a little embarrassed to speak, but also a little eager.
He Yue snorted coldly, "Men are all such jerks! All they think about is that kind of thing!"
How old am I? How could he really do that?
Heyue didn't want to give in to his wishes at this time, not only because of her previous resentment, but also because she didn't want to do it so soon; she wanted to wait at least a few years.
However, the boy in front of him clearly didn't think that way. He was burning with anxiety and staring longingly at Heyue, who was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon.
Seeing that she remained silent, he thought she might have fallen asleep. He gritted his teeth, moved closer, and lay down behind her. He carefully reached out to hug her, but then felt uncomfortable with the blanket between them, so he simply reached out to pull the blanket off her.
To his surprise, the quilt didn't move at all. The Thirteenth Prince realized that this girl was pretending to be asleep!
She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and, without thinking twice, pulled hard on the blanket.
Heyue ultimately couldn't resist his determination. She threw off the covers and was met with the Thirteenth Prince's furious gaze, which made her shrink back a little.
Normally she's bold and dares to go against him, but in bed, she's always a thirteen-year-old girl, and the boy in front of her can turn into a tiger and pounce on her at any time.
It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid.
Men and women are naturally very different in strength, and he clearly lacks confidence when confronting him.
"You, you mustn't do anything rash!" He glared at her with a fierce but weak expression, clutching the blanket as if he were guarding against a wolf.
The thirteenth prince glared at him angrily, his chest heaving with rage, and his head was buzzing with anger at her actions.
Thinking that he was used to being bullied by her, he figured he had to get his revenge in bed, right? Then he looked at her, trying to appear calm but unable to hide her fear.
I was inexplicably in a great mood, and I had a feeling that my chance to turn things around had come.
No matter how unwilling she was, the Thirteenth Prince sneered and pounced on her. He and Yue rolled to the innermost part of the enclosure, but ultimately could not escape his grasp. She glared at him angrily and said, "Let go of me!"
The Thirteenth Prince, in a good mood, held the soft, delicate body in his arms: "You're my wife, why should I let you go? Come here, let me give you a good kiss!"
After saying that, he moved closer.
Heyue's face darkened and she turned away. The Thirteenth Prince's lips landed on her neck, and without paying any attention, he took the opportunity to grope her. Heyue was panting heavily from being touched, and her face turned as red as blood.
No matter what, she couldn't let this kid bully her, so Heyue raised her leg and kicked him.
Seeing her kick towards his groin, the Thirteenth Prince was furious. He managed to dodge it, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he was also enraged.
While he was distracted, Heyue, gritting her teeth in anger, pinched the soft flesh on his arm.
The thirteenth prince gasped in pain, but she dodged him and rolled over to escape off the bed.
Determined to assert his authority as a husband no matter what, the Thirteenth Prince gritted his teeth, chased after her, and embraced her.
Unexpectedly, He Yue swept over with a whirlwind kick, nearly hitting the Thirteenth Prince's nose, and he hurriedly dodged.
He Yue grabbed the blanket and quickly pulled it over his head, then forcefully pressed him down beneath her. Through the blanket, she punched him repeatedly without mercy.
The situation changed so quickly that the Thirteenth Prince couldn't react in time and was stunned by the blow, then he started howling.
He Yue's expression changed, and then she said softly, "You, you're gentle, it hurts..."
The two maids outside, who had heard the commotion, exchanged a glance, blushed, lowered their heads, and walked away.
Hearing the commotion, He Yue breathed a sigh of relief and continued hitting.
After a while, Heyue's hand got tired, so she let go. The person under the covers struggled to get out of bed, panting heavily, her face ashen, gritting her teeth and inhaling deeply.
He Yue looked at his disheveled and disheveled appearance and smiled happily.
The thirteenth prince was increasingly frustrated. He hadn't expected her to be so ruthless, hitting him without warning. Thinking of her words, he gritted his teeth again.
What kind of woman is she?!
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