Under the dim light, Mingzhu's slightly upturned phoenix eyes were tinged with a hint of red, and her gaze was full of charm.
Her lips parted slightly, and every expression on her face carried a deadly allure, like a poppy, enough to make Wu Zhenhai willing to jump into an abyss and be shattered to pieces.
She said, "Anytime, you idiot."
In the dead of night, amidst the howling north wind, the entire General's Mansion could hear Wu Zhenhai's frantic voice.
"You agreed! You agreed!"
Wu Zhenhai buried his face deep in Mingzhu's collarbone, bit her, and murmured, "How can I not believe it? Xiao Huai, are you still plotting something?"
What if that's the case?
"Then I'll marry her too!" Wu Zhenhai said.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes red with excitement, staring intently at Mingzhu.
"If you dare to go back on your word, I'll... I'll bite you to death!"
"Come and bite." Mingzhu gently loosened her silk robe, her movements unhurried, revealing her slender fingers, fair skin, and exquisite curves...
Wu Zhenhai has gone mad.
Even if she were poison, he could still drink it to quench his thirst.
The reason is simple: she is his medicine, a medicine he cannot stop taking even for a moment.
If time could rewind ten years, someone might tell Wu Zhenhai, in his twenties, that one day he would be so deeply infatuated with a woman, so humble, that he would be manipulated by a girl much younger than him...
He would scoff.
Looking back now, I was too young.
Later, he finally encountered his calamity.
This enchanting woman has captivated his entire being.
What's so good about Ruanruan?
She is wonderful in every way, irreplaceable.
In a moment of deep affection, Wu Zhenhai bit Mingzhu's earlobe, fiercely pleading yet humbly begging, "Ruanruan, be a little more loving towards me."
Mingzhu reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling charmingly, her beauty captivating.
She said, "Old Cabbage Stalk, you talk too much nonsense."
These words were more effective than the strongest medicine, instantly adding fuel to the fire and igniting Wu Zhenhai's rage.
They were each other's medicine, each other's salvation, each other's only one.
They were like two gears out of place in this world, only able to mesh perfectly with each other.
"Ruanruan, tuck your arms under the covers."
Wu Zhenhai hastily tidied up while frowning as he looked at Mingzhu on the bed.
Mingzhu let out a soft moan, but remained motionless, her eyes still closed.
So tired.
If she encountered a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Old Cabbage Stalk, would she die beneath him?
Is this a case of "good times gone forever" or "forging steel through trials"?
Mingzhu was somewhat curious.
Seeing that she didn't move, Wu Zhenhai couldn't help but curse, "So lazy!"
He came over and tucked her arms under the covers, tucked the corners of the blankets in, and then, like a mother hen, threw the used bedding outside.
--There's no way around it, Mingzhu is just being pretentious. He doesn't like having anyone wait on him in the house, so he has to do all the cleanup himself.
When I came back, I saw that Mingzhu had kicked off the covers again.
Wu Zhenhai sighed deeply.
In the past, it was always women who took care of him in the middle of the night; he never acted like a father tucking his daughter in.
Being young means being spoiled.
But money can't buy his happiness.
That's what happens when he's so fond of her!
Wu Zhenhai lay down next to Mingzhu, snuggled into the covers, pulled her into his arms, and gently patted her.
Mingzhu nudged him, "Stop fooling around, I want to sleep."
"I've made up my mind. I'll start preparing in the next few days, and we'll get married before Madam Song and the others leave," Wu Zhenhai said.
This way, at least she would have familiar faces to accompany her to the wedding, which would make Mingzhu happier and the wedding more lively.
Mingzhu could no longer hear what he was saying, and she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next day, she saw the maid who brought her water wearing a red vest and said, "Did you take out your New Year's clothes to wear first?"
The maidservant smiled and said, "The General said there's a celebration going on at the manor, and he wants everyone to join in the fun."
Mingzhu: "..."
That certainly sounds like something someone would do in a moment of madness.
He seemed to say last night that he's getting married soon?
Xiu'er arrived cheerfully right after we finished eating, carrying a box in her hands.
"I'll have to do it again!" She placed the rosewood carved box on the small table, where it surprisingly harmonized with the bonsai on it.
Xiu'er placed her hand on the box and said mysteriously, "Guess what this is?"
"The dowry you gave me?"
The maid told Mingzhu that everyone already knew about her marriage, Mingzhu didn't expect Xiu'er, the gossip, to be unaware of it.
Xiu'er said, "Although I did prepare one for you, this isn't it!"
"It can't be a fire avoidance diagram, can it?"
"Tsk tsk, are you sure you still need that thing?" Xiu'er's gaze fell on Mingzhu's neck, a suggestive look on her face. "You're still got it, but you have to take it easy. If you're too tired, you won't get pregnant."
"Real?"
"Of course, would I lie to you? The Empress told me."
The two of them unknowingly veered off-topic and turned it into a baby-making secrets exchange.
The box next to me: Hey! Hey! You're talking about me!
"Is it really that easy to use?" Mingzhu asked doubtfully.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Xiu'er, but Xiu'er hadn't gotten pregnant in the past few years...
Therefore, her "secret" doesn't seem to be very convincing.
"Of course, it's what Her Majesty taught us, it can't be wrong," Xiu'er said.
"Then, shall I give it a try?"
"Let's try, let's try tonight," Xiu'er said. "We have to try our best to have sons, and lots of them! If that doesn't work, daughters will do too, we'll just have as many as we can."
Mingzhu was highly suspicious; she was simply blindly worshipping her sister-in-law, believing that everything her sister-in-law did was good.
If my sister-in-law has many children, she wants to have many too.
However, Mingzhu herself also felt that having several children wouldn't be bad.
After imparting her experience for a while, Xiu'er finally belatedly remembered her purpose and slapped the box, saying, "Inside are the dowry items that Her Majesty the Empress and I asked for for you before she left!"
Xiu'er was beaming with pride.
"I told you, you'd definitely marry Wu Zhenhai, hehe, I guessed right!"
"I even said that we might suddenly get married, and I was right again."
Mingzhu: "Sister Xiu'er is amazing."
"I saw through it long ago," Xiu'er said. "It's just the two of you. No matter how much you fight, you'll still have to live together in the end. If he's after you, who would dare to marry you? Besides, with you by his side, he wouldn't even look at anyone else!"
I was completely captivated by him before, and now that he has this face, Old Cabbage Stalk would have to kneel down and sing "Conquer".
Men are all the same; who doesn't like color?
Xiu'er has become more meticulous lately. She's now channeling the same enthusiasm she used for wiping tables into applying face cream every morning and evening!
Mingzhu couldn't help but chuckle.
She loved listening to Xiu'er talk.
Whatever comes out of Xiu'er's mouth carries extraordinary credibility.
"Open it and take a look." Xiu'er pushed the box in front of Mingzhu. "After much thought, Her Majesty has prepared this as a dowry for you."