Chapter 198: Chapter 198: 198: Prince Longevity (28)

Yan Gui stood in the room without daring to approach for a long while.

His heart thumped on without stopping.

“What are you standing there for?” Chuzheng, growing impatient, urged him, “Lift the veil.”

Are you trying to smother me?

Definitely dead!

“Oh…”

The young man picked up the Jade Ruyi on the table and, because he was flustered, made a clear clinking sound.

He approached the bedside, standing in front of Chuzheng.

His light brown pupils brimmed with threads of nervousness.

Nervousness he had never experienced before.

Chuzheng couldn’t wait for him to move and reached out to pull the veil down herself.

Underneath the wedding veil, the girl’s skin was creamy, her beauty breathtaking, her cool, indifferent eyes calmly sweeping towards him.

The young man’s lips tightened slightly as he gripped the Jade Ruyi in his hand.

He looked more like the bride herself.

“Have you been drinking?”

The youth nodded awkwardly, his cheeks tinted with a faint pink.

Chuzheng waved him over, and the youth, holding the Jade Ruyi, whispered, “You can’t just remove the veil like that; it’s inauspicious.”

Chuzheng: “…” How troublesome,

Chuzheng swiftly replaced the wedding veil over her head.

“Hurry up.”

Fearful that Chuzheng would yank the veil off again, Yan Gui no longer hesitated.

“Is that all right?” Chuzheng asked.

Yan Gui nodded, “There’s also the Wedding Wine.”

“Hurry up.” My neck is going to break! Which idiot piled so much on my head.

Yan Gui obediently turned to pour the wine.

Chuzheng was ready to drink it straight.

Yan Gui held her back, “Not like this.”

I’m never getting married again! Absolutely not!

Chuzheng’s face could have easily spelled out “troublesome” as Yan Gui gently pulled on her with his fair hand, looping past his own arm, and softly said, “Drink it like this.”

He had been drinking outside, and his words carried a light scent of alcohol.

Mixed with his own faint fragrance, it was quite pleasant.

Chuzheng stared at his slightly parted lips, pulled back her hand in irritation, and gulped down the drink.

Under Yan Gui’s forlorn expression, she pulled on his garment, forcing him to lean down.

The strong liquor was transferred to him, swirling between their lips, intoxicatingly fragrant.

Yan Gui swallowed gently.

“Satisfied now?”

Yan Gui, who had not expected this method of sharing the Wedding Wine, took a while to recover before nodding.

His cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and his eyes were slightly moist, his expression carrying a hint of confusion and unusually docile and adorable.

Finally, it was over.

Chuzheng quickly removed the ornaments from her head and took off the two outermost layers of her clothing.

“…”

As the clear wine slid down his throat into his stomach, Yan Gui felt a burning sensation rising from somewhere inside him.

He took a small step back.

Chuzheng had already taken off the most intricate two layers, sitting at the edge of the bed and secretly sighing in relief.

I was nearly suffocated.

So comfortable!

“Aren’t you going out?” Chuzheng asked, seeing Yan Gui still standing there.

Yan Gui: “…”

I’m already in, how can I go out now?

Anyway, there were people outside handling everything, and those people weren’t truly there to wish him well; it wouldn’t make a difference whether he was there or not.

“Did you help me get my title and mansion?” Yan Gui asked in a low voice.

How could the Emperor possibly bestow such rewards on him?

“Mhm,” Chuzheng nodded, “Am I good to you or what?”

Good… How could it not be good…

Yan Gui pursed his lips: “How did you do it?”

Chuzheng replied with easy grace, “I gave him whatever he wanted; it wasn’t hard.”

What does the Emperor care about now?

It’s the Method of Longevity.

Chuzheng bought those two boxes from the old man, which were filled with all sorts of messy ancient books and elixir recipes.

Yan Gui knew very well how difficult it was, how could it not be?

This matter wasn’t going to be easy.

How could she speak so casually about it?

He knelt down before her, half-kneeling in front of Chuzheng, his lashes trembling lightly, and in a low voice he said, “When you asked me to go back that time, I thought you regretted it.”

He endured the Emperor’s humiliation because he knew he could be with her.

But he could not accept her rejection.

When he uttered those words, he thought he’d heard wrong.

But until he left, she hadn’t spoken another word.

Even when faced with Prince Rong’s insults and torture, he’d never felt this desperate.

Yan Gui didn’t understand why he cared about her so much…

“Why would I regret it?” Chuzheng asked seriously.

When she sent him away that time, she just felt that the dog Emperor was too much, treating her Good Person Card like that.

How could her Good Person Card be bullied by someone else!

If it weren’t for the dog Emperor’s maneuvers, she wouldn’t have had to do so much afterwards.

She had been planning to just snatch the person back…

All blame was on that dog Emperor!

Yan Gui looked up, peering deep into Chuzheng’s eyes, as if trying to see through her eyes into the depths of her soul.

“Your expression at that time…” Yan Gui couldn’t quite describe it, it just felt particularly cold, as if she wasn’t happy to see him.

Yan Gui held Chuzheng’s hand and gently clasped it: “It made me think that you regretted being with me.”

“I didn’t.”

How could I possibly regret it.

Would I regret keeping you alive?!

“Mm.” Yan Gui’s lips curved slightly, his peaceful eyes began to ripple: “I know.”

She didn’t regret it.

She was willing to be with him.

“Do you… want to kiss me?”

Yan Gui asked cautiously.

Chuzheng nodded seriously.

A Good Person Card deserves kisses, she couldn’t let today’s efforts be in vain!

A kiss was a must!

Yan Gui removed the jade crown from his head, letting his long hair cascade down, then he rose to support himself on the edge of the bed, pressing Chuzheng down onto the wedding bed.

“…”

As soon as Chuzheng lay down, she felt uncomfortable.

When Yan Gui kissed her, Chuzheng tilted her head, and Yan Gui, anxious, asked, “Am I pressing on you?”

“There’s something underneath.” Chuzheng said.

Yan Gui: “…”

So the two spent quite some time picking up red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds…

“Who scattered these?”

“Probably the Wedding Matron…”

“What’s the point of scattering these?”

“…It signifies the wish for a son soon,” Yan Gui’s voice was slightly low, as he lowered his head to meticulously check, making sure nothing else would discomfort Chuzheng: “Don’t be angry.”

“Oh.” It really is troublesome.

Yan Gui exhaled and looked at Chuzheng beside him, who, with straightforward brutality, pulled him in for a kiss.

Her kiss always carried dominance.

Just like in the past, in the mountain forest, not allowing him to resist.

With a mix of gentle and intense nibbling, she stimulated Yan Gui’s reason, his blood rushed through his body, bubbling and bursting on the surface of the skin.

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Yan Gui’s mind gradually faded into blankness.

His body felt like it was floating among the clouds, rising and falling.

“Mmm…”

Moisture seeped from the corners of Yan Gui’s eyes, his lashes drooping over his pale eyelids, casting small, attractive shadows.

His exquisitely beautiful face blushed due to his uneven breaths.

With lips slightly parted for breath, his red lips were like a fully bloomed begonia.

His dark hair spread out beneath him, the bright red wedding attire unfolded, his pale chest barely visible beneath the red gauze, creating alluring thoughts.

The young man’s gaze was hazy, his faint panting carrying desire, making him appear even more like a tempting Demon Sprite.