Chapter One: The Wedding Night
Yan Wang Fu
The bright red silk flowers were hung all over the palace, everywhere was a piece of bright red, like blood-red dazzling, and also like blood-thin cold residual. Under the reflection of the snowy night, the vast clear moonlight made it even more desolate and even more gorgeous.
Red couplets posted on the wall, window frames
She sat quietly on the bed, which was covered with a newly laid large red quilt, and through the thin red canopy, she vaguely saw everything in the room.
New screens and fans, red silk curtains, large red dragon and phoenix candles, maidservants everywhere, plates and dishes full of gold and silver, jade and crystal. Red gold qilin, longevity locks hanging from the corners of the canopy.
Tonight is her wedding night
Tonight, the long night is vast, outside the heavy snow is falling, cold snow is flying, but it cannot drive away the joy in people's hearts. The eldest daughter of the Marquis of Xuanyuan, a prominent official of the imperial court, has married the youngest prince of the current dynasty, one of the most favored princes of the late emperor, the eighth prince Yanwang. This is indeed great news.
Speaking of Yan Wang, he has always been a mysterious legendary figure in the country of Muxuan.
Some people say that when the emperor's power is divided into three, one part belongs to the Emperor, one part to Ning Wang, and the last part is controlled by Yan Wang. Yan Wang and Ning Wang have vast territories, their fiefs are adjacent to the capital, prosperous and rich, with many guests in their households, and a large number of soldiers, what's even more frightening is
The forces have infiltrated the imperial court from top to bottom, with no one daring to speak lightly of them, not even the emperor can afford to give them less than seven-tenths respect.
She, Xia Zi Liu, is the eldest daughter of a prime minister, and in the eyes of the world, she is noble, beautiful, and untainted. She has everything that women in the world desire: beauty, wealth, and status. It seems as if all good things are within her grasp.
Her husband is one of the most trusted ministers of the current emperor, with a status that surpasses millions of people, his power is greater than heaven itself.
On her neck, a crimson gold peony pendant; on her wrist, the finest sheep fat white jade. Silky luster flowing, from tonight onwards, she is the envied Queen of Yan.
What else is she dissatisfied with...
What else is not satisfactory?
A bitter smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and in the end, he asked himself, full of sourness and helplessness.
The door swung open in an instant, and a cold wind suddenly poured in, mixed with the breath of snow. A white brocade robe, with sleeves embroidered with gold thread and intricate patterns of overlapping bamboo leaves, was simple yet elegant. The wind lifted the hem of the robe, and it billowed out wildly. At the entrance stood a pair of high-heeled, luxurious black boots with golden silk trim.
On the wedding night, the groom was not wearing a bright red wedding dress, but a magnificent white brocade suit.
The body on the bed stiffened slightly, the red wedding veil obscured her expression, but the slender white fingers on the red quilt involuntarily clenched together.
A group of maids and servant girls in the house all turned around at once, bowing their heads respectfully.
"Everyone get down—"
A calm and steady magnetic voice echoed
Although the tone is cold, every word and pronunciation is precise and piercing, deceiving people's hearts.
The maid retreated with a knowing smile, the door creaking shut behind her. The cold air was kept out, and in its place, a pair of black boots stepped quietly into view, their owner's movements light and stable. He stood before the bed, his slender figure towering over it, and for a moment, he simply stood there. Then, a hint of a smile played on his lips, and his dark eyes narrowed into slits. After what felt like an eternity, his long, white fingers reached out to lift the red veil that covered her head. As the candlelight danced across her face, it became clear that she was a beauty beyond compare. Her small face was a perfect oval, with delicate features that seemed chiseled from the finest jade. Her eyes sparkled like amber, shining brightly enough to eclipse even the stars on a clear night. Her tiny nose was straight and proportional to her other facial features, and her lips were plump and inviting, as if they held secrets that only she knew. The deep red of her wedding dress set off the creamy white of her skin, creating a striking contrast that seemed almost otherworldly. The dress itself was a masterpiece of subtle seduction, clinging to her curves in all the right places, and accentuating the gentle swell of her breasts. As he gazed at her, his eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, as if he were mesmerized by the very sight of her.
She is indeed the number one beauty of Muxuan Country
In an instant, he felt a surge of anger emanating from within this perfect body, intense indignation
He slightly raised the corner of his lips, smiling, a satisfied smile, a frivolous smile, a mocking smile. His fingers lifted her small chin, an elegant and delicate chin. His dark eyes were sunken, staring tightly at her pale face.
"Isn't it unwilling?"
Isn't she resentful? He actually asked her if she was resentful? Her amber-colored eyes were instantly filled with a fierce and violent hatred, like a tidal wave. Her thick eyelashes drooped down, and a thin layer of redness spread over her crystal-like pupils. Her hands clenched tightly in the wide red sleeves.
"Unwillingly, tonight you will still become this king's woman—"
He whispered a cold sentence in her ear, and the delicate figure in front of him trembled slightly. His thick palm stroked her crystal-clear white face, and the smooth skin felt like ice, as if his hand was stuck to it, unwilling to leave. His body leaned towards her, his black hair falling down, and his eyes were filled with a dazed expression.
