C17

As for the Emperor's eldest grandson's estate …

"Please pick up the scale and pick up the bridal veil. From now on, the bride and groom will live a happy life. It will be as you wish!" The nanny giggled as she spoke, and Song Yichen did the same.

"Would the bride and groom please pick up your wine glasses and drink your wine together? It will be a good match from now on!"

Following the wedding lady's instructions, the two newbies did as they were told. After Shen Kouqing drank the wine, she unconsciously furrowed her brows.

Very quickly, her complexion returned to normal, but all of this was seen by Song Yichen.

After all the ceremonies were completed, all sorts of girls left the room. In the huge wedding room, only Shen Kouqing and Song Yichen were left, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, not saying a word.

"What is it? "He's usually sharp-tongued, but now he won't even open his mouth?" Song Yichen said, breaking the silence.

"The emperor's eldest grandson likes to make fun of others. Don't laugh at him because he is just a traditional Chinese medicine." Shen Kouqing's eyelids did not even rise as she lightly opened her red lips and immediately responded mercilessly.

"Like I said, my little lady, you must have a glib tongue. You don't disappoint me!" The corner of Song Yichen's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes revealed a smile.

"It's getting late. I think it's best for the emperor's eldest grandson to rest early! After a whole day of suffering, I'm also tired. " Shen Kouqing said expressionlessly.

At this moment, she was truly tired. This so-called wedding, she was only dealing with it, but now she was exhausted. The road of revenge was really difficult!

"Young lady, are you reminding me to do what we should do?" A trace of ridicule flashed past Song Yichen's eyes, as he laughed and said.

"I, the emperor's eldest grandson, is overthinking it. Chenqie is truly tired. Let's go to bed!"

Shen Kouqing said with a fake smile as she turned around and was about to take off her clothes.

"My wife is so impatient?" Song Yichen looked at her with a faint smile.

Shen Kouqing turned her head around and glared at him. Then, she turned around and walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a quilt.

"What is she doing? Does my wife want my husband to sleep on the ground?"

Shen Kouqing rolled her eyes: "The dignified emperor and eldest grandson beat the bed, and let the emperor and the crown prince know, whether or not this little life of mine is worth it."

As Shen Kouqing said that, she quickly took off her shoes and laid down.

Song Yichen's face could not help but darken a little.

After being busy for such a long time, this girl actually wanted to make a bed for herself.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

There was a sudden knock on the door. The two of them were shocked and quickly picked up the blankets.

"The emperor's eldest grandson, the princess consort sent this servant over …"

"You've already gone to sleep. Please go back!"

In the darkness, Song Yichen's voice was much more suppressed and faintly hoarse.

It was not like that just now. Shen Kouqing wanted to ask what exactly happened, but she suddenly saw Song Yichen grab her hand and fiercely bite.

"AHH!" "It hurts!" Shen Kouqing could not help but cry out in pain. Before she could even question Song Yichen, her lips were swiftly covered, and what remained was only a moaning sound.

"Shh …" Song Yichen pointed outside.

The shadow shook a few times. Then, as if something had happened, the servant turned around and left decisively.

Shen Kouqing understood, and her face immediately flushed red.

His hand was still aching, but his heart was tight with sweetness.

The servant girl must have been ordered to check whether their marriage was real or fake, luckily Song Yichen reacted quickly to cover himself, if she had seen the blanket on the floor, then something bad would have happened.

"Now I can sleep in peace." Song Yichen carried the blanket and turned to leave.

Shen Kouqing called out to him: "Where are you going?"

"The study room."

Song Yichen turned his head, "Could it be that my wife doesn't want me to leave?"

"Hurry up and leave."

All the good feelings he had for her vanished in an instant.

The night was peaceful.

On the next day, when Shen Kouqing woke up, Song Yichen was already back. He dressed properly and was practicing writing on the table.

"Do you know when?"

Shen Kouqing shook her head.

"It's almost morning."

"What?!" Shen Kouqing wailed, he was no longer sleepy.

If she remembered correctly, she had to pay her respects to the Crown Princess on the first day of her marriage.

But at this time, it was almost time for lunch.

"Ting Zhu, Ting Zhu!" Shen Kouqing quickly got up from the bed and called Ting Zhu. She did not forget to nag at him, "You woke up so early, why didn't you wake me up?

However, Song Yichen was not anxious at all. Smiling faintly, he continued to sit by the side and practice.

Before long, Shen Kouqing had finished packing.

The rules of the wedding were that the next three days of marriage had to be covered in red, and Shen Kouqing was the first wife of the emperor's eldest grandson.

In the past, Shen Kouqing had heard from others that the princess consort had a strange personality and was a little depressed. As it was her first time meeting her, it was better to keep a low profile.

Song Yichen had long since reached the year of the Weak Crown and already had his own residence. He walked for an entire hour from the Emperor's eldest grandson's residence to the crown prince's residence.

"Don't worry, she won't make things difficult for you."

In the carriage, Song Yichen had unknowingly held onto Shen Kouqing's hand and realized that her hand was covered in perspiration.

Shen Kouqing awkwardly pulled back, and said: "We were rude first, and on the first day of the wedding, we were late, so your mother must have felt that we were disrespectful to her."

"So what? She doesn't dare to do anything to you. Just admit her mistakes." Song Yichen said in a carefree manner.

Shen Kouqing frowned. Song Yichen called her one after the other, not even willing to call her by her name.

"Song Yichen, tell me, what kind of person is your mother?!"

Song Yichen shook his head slightly, "She is not my mother. My mother died when I was very young.

Shen Kouqing quickly changed her words: "Then tell me, what kind of person is the Crown Princess?

Song Yichen shook his head straightforwardly.

"It can't be?" She immediately pulled her palm-sized face down.

"Don't worry." Song Yichen gently held her ice-cold hand, "Everything is with me, she won't make things difficult for you."

His words were like a shot of aphrodisiac, soothing Shen Kouqing's anxious heart. He bit his lower lip and nodded.

It was not a disaster, it was a disaster that couldn't be avoided. Since it was already late, there was no point in worrying about it.

Just as Shen Kouqing was about to fall asleep, the carriage stopped and Shen Kouqing could not help but yawn.