Three poles high in the sun, birds are chirping.
Lu Qingyuan yawned, turned over in a daze, pulled the quilt over his head, and continued to sleep soundly.
Suddenly, she remembered something, threw back the quilt and sat up.
A quick glance revealed red silk hangings in the room, symbolizing joy. On the table, a round plate of red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds was piled high, with a red "囍" character pasted on top.
Lu Qingyuan finally came to her senses. This was not Qionghua Palace, and she was already married.
"Baozi! Why didn't you wake me up? I'm going to be late!"
Lu Qingyuan stood up hurriedly.
She accidentally moved too much, straining her waist and legs. The soreness and slight pain made her gasp.
Shen Jiayan looked gentle and kind, and was very accommodating to her in matters between husband and wife.
But she was curious and liked to seek excitement. She deliberately teased Shen Jiayan and insisted on playing with fire.
So, last night, Shen Jiayan tortured her so much that she begged for mercy repeatedly. He only let her rest late at night...
Thinking of that, Lu Qingyuan's cheeks and ears became hot and red.
"Princess, what's wrong with you?"
Baozi ran in quickly.
Lu Qingyuan asked: "What time is it now?"
Baozi said truthfully, "About three quarters past four."
"It's over, it's over! I overslept and almost forgot to serve tea to my father-in-law! Hurry, help me change my clothes, comb my hair and put on makeup!"
Lu Qingyuan was in a hurry and felt very panicked.
She simply got out of bed, walked barefoot on the floor, and ran to the closet to look for clothes.
Baozi said worriedly, "Princess, it's very cold today. Please go back to bed and lie down first. I'll get you some clothes."
"I'll wear it myself. Go find the Butterfly Love Flower hairpin that my sister-in-law gave me! Oh, and also take out the gifts prepared for the younger generations. Hurry up!"
Lu Qingyuan urged while frantically searching for clothes in the closet.
"Princess, don't worry, this..."
"Qing Yuan, why are you running around barefoot?"
Baozi was about to say something when Shen Jiayan walked in from outside.
His face was full of worry. He picked up the cloak beside him and walked forward, draping it over Lu Qingyuan's shoulders.
"Hurry up and lie back in bed, don't catch a cold."
"It's Si-time, Si-time! We haven't even gone to offer tea to our father-in-law yet! What bride is so unruly as me? If word gets out, won't I be the target of widespread criticism?"
Lu Qingyuan was extremely anxious and regretful.
What wedding night? If I had known earlier, she would have been more reserved! She wouldn't have slept until this time!
Baozi must have drunk too much last night, so he didn’t wake her up early today!
I'm so angry!
"Is it because of this? I thought something happened to you and scared me."
Shen Jiayan stuffed the small porcelain bottle in the book into his sleeve, then bent down and picked up Lu Qingyuan.
"what!"
Lu Qingyuan was startled and hugged Shen Jiayan's neck out of habit.
Baozi, who was standing by, couldn't stop smiling when he saw this, and he almost wanted to stretch the corners of his mouth behind his ears.
"I'll take my leave."
She hurriedly said something, tactfully retreated and closed the door.
The general and the princess are so sweetly married that they cannot afford to be disturbed by outsiders.
"Dad specifically instructed us to do that. You were too busy and tired yesterday. You should rest well today. You don't have to get up early, let alone serve tea."
Shen Jiayan gave a brief explanation and carried Lu Qingyuan to the bed.
Lu Qingyuan was a little confused: "Isn't this... against the rules?"
Shen Jiayan chuckled, "Rules are made by people. Dad has already said that he likes quietness and doesn't like formalities. Forget about the greetings and meals in the future. Just treat this place as your own home and do whatever makes you feel comfortable."
After saying that, he put Lu Qingyuan on the bed, pulled the quilt over her and carefully covered her with it.
Lu Qingyuan frowned, "I'm acting so ridiculously on the second day of my wedding. People will definitely talk about me."
Shen Jiayan laughed and said, "What's so ridiculous about this? My mother slept until sunset on the second day of her wedding."
“!”
Lu Qingyuan was stunned.
Is this something that can be said?
Looking at this expression, Shen Jiayan knew that Lu Qingyuan was probably thinking in the wrong direction.
He said helplessly, "When my parents got married, they were both very happy. They grabbed their wine jugs and drank with everyone. After returning to their rooms, they drank for a long time. So they were drunk for most of the day and woke up just as the sun was setting."
"Oh~"
Lu Qingyuan suddenly understood, nodded, and said with an awkward smile: "So that's how it is. Your parents are really generous and open-minded, not fussy about trivial matters."
"So you don't have to worry. Sleep a little longer and get up later to have lunch with everyone."
Shen Jiayan raised his hand and smoothed the loose hair on Lu Qingyuan's forehead.
Lu Qingyuan's inner garment was half-open, and a prominent red mark could be vaguely seen on the fair skin at her collarbone.
Shen Jiayan chuckled softly and took out the small porcelain bottle from his sleeve: "I went to find some good medicine. I heard it's very effective. Can I apply it to you?"
Lu Qingyuan was puzzled: "What medicine?"
Shen Jiayan choked in his throat and felt a little embarrassed.
His voice lowered: "This medicine can help relieve your soreness and make you feel more comfortable."
“…”
Lu Qingyuan was stunned for a while, and finally understood what it meant.
She pushed Shen Jiayan away and said angrily, "It's all your fault! I told you to stop last night but you wouldn't listen! And..."
She was embarrassed and ashamed, and her ears turned red.
Feeling embarrassed, she simply pulled the quilt over her face and curled up inside.
Shen Jiayan retorted: "If you hadn't teased me again and again..."
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