lcionline Chapter 191 Everything Begins
Chapter 191 Everything Begins
Wu Ziyan nudged him; it was more appropriate for her to lean on his shoulder.
Whenever Sima Lingchuan held Wu Ziyan like this, he felt somewhat at a loss.
The two remained silent, as if it had been a long time since they had embraced each other so quietly.
Wu Ziyan slowly placed her hand on his chest; she liked it this way.
But Sima Lingchuan was completely stiff at this moment.
Looking at his beautiful face, a strange emotion welled up inside me; I really wanted to love him.
"Lingchuan, bow your head."
He looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness, and Wu Ziyan put one hand around his neck.
Then I touched the back of his head, running my fingers through his dark, flowing hair.
They kissed deeply, but very calmly, without passion, like an old married couple greeting each other.
"Lingchuan, thank you."
"Why do you say thank you?"
"It's nothing, I'm just so glad I married you."
"Ziyan..."
He loved hearing her say those tender words, even though he knew her heart was already divided into seven or eight pieces.
It was distributed to everyone, and each person received a different portion.
Night slowly descended, and lights began to rise outside.
The outside was bustling that night; even at the usual curfew, the streets were still brightly lit and filled with noise.
This is why the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet lasts for three to five days, keeping those in positions of authority very busy.
If you continue to be a hands-off manager like before, you'll be miserable.
Wu Ziyan and Sima Lingchuan lay on the bed, facing each other, their eyes still gleaming in the candlelight.
Looking at the other person, even though they were wearing clothes, Sima Lingchuan felt as if they were not wearing any.
"Ziyan, don't look at me like that."
"What's wrong with me looking at my handsome husband? He's so good-looking, and you won't even let me look at him?"
"I'm sorry."
As he was speaking, he tried to turn over, but Wu Ziyan didn't stop him. He waited until he had turned over.
Wu Ziyan's hand slowly reached down from her waist, her face pressed against his back, and she hugged him.
The sensation of heat spreading throughout his body sent a shiver down Sima Lingchuan's spine.
In particular, he could feel Wu Ziyan's breath on his back, the soft undulations.
He swallowed hard; even though they had been sleeping together for so long, he still couldn't help but feel something.
Her hand slipped gently through his inner garment, the crossed collar seemingly making it easier to reach.
The moment I touched his burning hot skin, he even shivered.
Because Wu Ziyan's little hands were ice cold.
Wu Ziyan chuckled behind his back, feeling as if he had successfully pulled off a prank.
"Ziyan...stop teasing me."
"Lift your neck up a bit, I want to stretch out my other hand too."
He told Wu Ziyan to stop making trouble, but he still obediently raised his neck.
Wu Ziyan reached out and placed his other hand on his chest, and he trembled again.
It wasn't because his hands were too cold, but because she touched his sensitive spot.
It felt hard, yet it also seemed soft; she laughed like a child.
She stretched her two little feet into the back of his knees.
The unusual shape of the sculpture made Sima Lingchuan laugh.
He had no choice but to turn over and face her.
He reached out and touched the tip of her nose: "Ziyan, why are your hands and feet so cold?"
"It's too cold, I'm freezing, my blood isn't circulating properly."
Her wording was too technical, but Sima Lingchuan could understand some of it.
As long as you understand that his hands and feet are cold, that's enough. He warmed her hands with his own.
Gently touching her hair, it felt really wonderful.
Wu Ziyan enjoyed the feeling of being patted on the head, which seemed to be like a kitten being licked by a big cat.
This gives her a sense of security and comfort; just touching it like this makes her feel sleepy.
She opened her eyes, tilted her head forward, and gently pecked him with her lips.
He responded gently, putting his other arm around her back and patting her softly.
Wu Ziyan curled up, her hand already reaching onto Sima Lingchuan's lower abdomen.
She fell asleep shortly after, but Sima Lingchuan couldn't fall asleep.
At this moment, Wu Ziyan opened her eyes again, staring at Sima Lingchuan and muttering, but her voice was very clear.
"Be careful at the banquet tomorrow, don't worry about me."
"Okay, go to sleep now."
A lot happened overnight, yet it was as if nothing had happened at all.
The next morning, it was Mo Baiyun, whom they hadn't seen for several days, who woke them up.
Today, Mo Baiyun removed the dangling ornaments that she usually wore.
He dressed in a smart outfit, after all, he had to stay in the shadows and protect their safety.
Sima Lingchuan donned formal attire for the banquet after a long absence, and Wu Ziyan had never noticed that Sima Lingchuan possessed such an air of elegance.
Standing there, he exuded a certain majesty, though I wonder if it was due to his makeup.
She also wore a crown that weighed several kilograms, and no one knows who invented it.
They insist on using this method to demonstrate their status, as if everything on their heads is about to fall off with every step they take.
It pressed down heavily on my head, making it feel like I couldn't breathe.
With her lips painted a bright red, full color, she instantly looked like a mother.
But seeing that other celebrities and members of the royal family dressed the same way, she felt reassured.
When going out, it was even difficult to get into a carriage; it felt like you had to reach out and hold your head up.
She's actually quite looking forward to seeing other men now, wanting to see what they look like in their finest attire.
Sima Lingchuan's gentle demeanor was completely concealed by his drawn eyebrows.
It has to be admitted that the stylist who did their hair and makeup was quite skilled.
"Lingchuan, you look especially beautiful today."
"I think you seem to be feeling a little unwell today, Ziyan."
“Who would wear three to five pounds of gold, jewels, and kingfisher feathers on their head for no reason? I’m so small, I can’t handle it, I simply can’t, and I can’t wear this thing all day!”
"The higher one's rank, the more magnificent and noble the headdress becomes. It is a symbol of imperial power. Ziyan, you must get used to it."
"It's not that intimidating, to be honest, is it absolutely necessary to wear it?"
"Actually, you don't have to."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner! Before we set off, quickly have someone cut my head in at least half, otherwise it will be difficult to do anything today with this head."
She was in a great hurry, and then had the gold and silver jewelry removed from her head.
She felt her scalp could breathe again, and when she turned her neck, she didn't feel any downward pressure.
"Let's go."
On the day of the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, the main street was almost entirely filled with rare plants, and the public was shielded from view.
Soldiers guarded both sides of the street all the way to the palace gate.
The sedan chairs and carriages of high-ranking officials and nobles traveled along the main street, creating a magnificent spectacle.
Wu Ziyan had no memory of the past, and like a curious child, she peeked out to look around.
Sima Lingchuan was already used to her mischievous and clever nature, so he didn't stop her.
She would even greet familiar officials.
It made those officials feel quite embarrassed; they wanted to respond, but they also felt it was somewhat shameful.
I can't believe it, she's the fourth princess.
I had no choice but to quickly greet them with a fake smile.
They lowered the curtain and urged the sedan chair bearers to hurry into the palace.