Prince of Jin got his wish and held Tang Zhuyun in his arms.
He was breathing heavily, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.
Tang Zhuyun: Oh, so you can hear such a clear heartbeat even without a stethoscope, just by placing it against your ear...
Yes, it's obvious that my heart rate is too fast.
Is this man even capable?!
If you get this excited over a hug, imagine how fast your heart would beat if you were rolling around with someone!
Hey, Tang Zhuyun, please don't do anything lewd!
Yellow is reserved for the wedding night; the prince is still very innocent now.
Tang Zhuyun felt ashamed of herself, but couldn't help thinking about what this would be like a few days from now, and her face immediately turned red.
Oh no, she's not innocent, she's having impure thoughts, and she's actually quite looking forward to it...
The Prince of Jin's body was hard and muscular, strong and powerful. From now on, he would belong to her, and she could touch him whenever she wanted, without having to sneak around anymore. Oh yeah!
"Your Majesty, have you finished speaking?"
Xiu'er, who had just climbed over, looked at the two shadows pressed together on the window and couldn't help but clear her throat.
She received the rations of a maid but worried about everything the old lady did. Was it easy for her?
The Prince of Jin quickly pushed Tang Zhuyun away.
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
The Prince of Jin turned his back to her and said, "A-Yun, I... I lost my composure. It's late, you should go back now."
Tang Zhuyun: "???"
This jerk doesn't want to take responsibility, does he?!
Now, with his back to her, he's suddenly remembering that they can't see each other?
You think you can't be dealt with?!
Tang Zhuyun quietly reached into the teacup, dipped her hand in the water, and then aimed at his height—above her navel—and smeared it on her undershirt.
Oh dear, why are my clothes wet?
The Prince of Jin turned around and saw her wiping her clothes with a handkerchief.
"How did it get wet?"
Tang Zhuyun snorted and said, "Why is it wet? Doesn't Your Highness know? What's going on in Your Highness's head!"
I finally had the chance to return that sentence to him.
As she spoke, she gave him a meaningful look.
The Prince of Jin was stunned for a moment, then his face turned purple. "A-Yun, I didn't, I... I'm not that useless!"
In desperation, the Prince of Jin finally shouted it out.
Tang Zhuyun was about to burst out laughing.
Xiu'er was about to go crazy. "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I'm coming." Tang Zhuyun said with a smile, "Your Highness, I'm leaving."
The Prince of Jin grabbed her hand. "No, think again, did you get wet anywhere? I didn't..."
"Oh." Tang Zhuyun stroked her chin. "I remember now. It seems I accidentally put my hand into the cup just now, and then... hahahaha..."
Tang Zhuyun laughed loudly, pushed open the door, and ran out.
You little brat, trying to act tough, huh? I'll make you furious.
These past three days have been agonizing for you, yet you haven't been able to catch me!
The Prince of Jin gritted his teeth behind her. "Tang Zhuyun, you just wait!"
After returning home, Xiu'er asked Tang Zhuyun with concern, "Your Highness, why has the Prince gone mad? Is he ill himself and taking it out on you?"
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
Yeah, he's a bit mentally unstable; he believes everything you say.
I don't know how I am!
The one who doesn't know is probably her!
No, let her laugh a little longer.
The Prince of Jin is still grinding his teeth. Wash this Little Yellow Bead clean for him and wait!
If you don't assert your husband's authority, you really can't control her.
Since the Prince of Jin said there was no need to worry about Zong Heng, Tang Zhuyun decided to ignore him and happily prepare for her marriage.
But the Prince of Jin did not come; instead, a letter arrived.
Tang Zhuyun was speechless as she looked at Xiao Ye, who was perched on the sycamore tree in the courtyard.
You can hear a fart from next door, and you fold a paper airplane and come all the way over? Don't you consider birds as labor?
The letter that the Prince of Jin sent her was hardly a proper letter.
He asked her: Now that you're married, does A-Yun intend to exercise the rights of the mistress of the royal palace?
Tang Zhuyun: Isn't that obvious? If she doesn't become the mistress of the house, does she expect her to remain a servant?
Then, the Prince of Jin, who had been scolded, received his next letter.
Does that include my power?
Tang Zhuyun laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.
It turns out that he went through all that trouble to confirm with her whether they could consummate their marriage!
That same day, he had provoked the prince to his rage, only to turn and run away. He probably has Prince of Jin thinking about this very thing now.
But I did say before that I would accompany him for meals and with the kids, but not for sleeping, and he should remember that vividly, which is why he couldn't help but ask me.
Tang Zhuyun patted Xiao Ye's head, laughing heartily, "What a waste of talent! Why don't you go back and peck him?"
Xiao Ye didn't leave; it hadn't received a reply yet!
Tang Zhuyun thought for a moment and replied: You can't escape!
Then she laughed herself silly.
That night, she dreamt that she had become a queen, and Prince of Jin had become a submissive. She slept with Prince of Jin, and then threw a stack of silver notes at Prince of Jin, saying, "Here you go, all of it is yours. No middlemen taking a cut."
"Your Majesty, wake up! You're drooling all over your pillow."
Tang Zhuyun opened her eyes and realized that the bright sunlight was streaming in through the window.
It turned out she was just taking a nap.
Even daydreaming is so shameful...
She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, yawned, and said, "Let me be lazy for a little while longer."
"Get up quickly," Xiu'er whispered, "Sangsang is here."
"Huh?" Tang Zhuyun exclaimed in surprise, quickly sitting up and touching her hair. "Where is it?"
"She came into the kitchen disguised as a young wife delivering groceries."
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
A moment later, Xiu'er went out and brought Qin Sang in.
Qin Sang came in carrying a basket, her head down, her hair neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head, and she was dressed in coarse cloth clothes. She really did look like a young wife selling vegetables.
Tang Zhuyun pulled her to sit beside her, smiling as she said, "You haven't come in a long time. How have you been?"
Qin Sang looked better than before and laughed heartily, "Thanks to you, I heard I opened a rouge shop, and you had Xiu'er send me several formulas, all of them excellent. There's no one more generous and capable than you; you know everything."
Tang Zhuyun laughed heartily, "Your lips are as sweet as honey! Didn't you say you'd be in charge of our cosmetics from now on? Of course I'll have to work harder."
After talking for a while, Xiu'er went out.
Qin Sang said softly, "Your Majesty, since you are getting married, I have nothing to give you... so I can only tell you some things that might be useful."
Tang Zhuyun blushed but smiled, "I know what you're going to say!"
I sincerely seek your guidance!
The "gift" Qin Sang gave last time was crushed by the Prince of Jin, who also injured his foot in the process...
(I heard that requests for more videos are being made for extra chapters, so there will be two more chapters tonight~)