Although Liancheng said that, he didn't dare to really scare Yao Youqing. He only had someone bring over the wooden box containing Zhao Wu's head after Yao Youqing left.
Wei Hong recognized Zhao Wu and, after confirming it was him, closed the wooden box again and handed it to the servant beside him: "Take this and feed it to the dog."
The servant hesitated for a moment: "Your Highness, which dog are you referring to?"
Because Yao Youqing owned a dog, now when people talk about dogs, the first thing his servants think of is "Little Cutie".
It just so happens that the little cutie has been spending a lot of time with them lately, which is why the servant asked that question. But if the princess finds out that they fed the little cutie this kind of thing...
The servants dared not think about it, and neither did Wei Hong.
He had only said it casually, but after hearing this, he took a deep breath and said, "Take it and burn it."
The servant agreed and then took the wooden box out.
As the door closed, Wei Hong asked Lian Cheng, "How did you find him? Did he explain why he kidnapped my princess? And who ordered him to do it?"
Liancheng sighed: "It's not that I didn't want to ask you, but from the day he betrayed me, he knew that falling into my hands would be a disaster, so when he saw that he couldn't escape, he immediately committed suicide. I didn't get a single question out of him."
"The men around him were all suicide soldiers. They would rather kill themselves than reveal their master's information. They died with him. They didn't even fight us. They just drew their swords and slashed their own throats! We couldn't even capture two people alive to torture them!"
As he spoke, he gestured wildly and made several throat-slitting gestures, which made Wei Hong look disgusted.
"Then why did you come all this way to find me? Just to offer me your head?"
“No,” Liancheng shook his head, “I’ve come to say goodbye to the prince.”
"...You already said goodbye last time."
Although Liancheng shouted something incoherently that time, when he was being chased, he turned back and told those chasing him to say goodbye to Wei Hong, saying that he was going to find Zhao Wu.
"Last time is last time, this time is this time."
Liancheng Road.
"Last time it was to say goodbye to the prince by visiting Zhao Wu, but this time it's because I've decided to return to Southern Yan to say goodbye to the prince. It's different!"
Wei Hong stared at him in silence for a moment, then said coldly, "Liancheng, you don't have any other friends, do you?"
Liancheng: "..."
...
Yao Youqing went to another room next door by herself, and a maid from the brothel immediately came over to ask her what kind of drinks and snacks she needed.
The girl was young and usually served the most popular girls in the brothel. Knowing that there were distinguished guests in the room today, she was called to help entertain them and enthusiastically introduced Yao Youqing to the best food they had.
Yao Youqing casually ordered a few snacks and dried fruits, but when it came to tea, her eyes darted around.
"Give me a jug of wine, the best you have here!"
She used to drink fruit wine at home, which was the kind of wine that women usually drank. Her brothers told her that it wasn't really wine at all.
Later, she wanted to try real wine, but her father and mother wouldn't let her drink it, and she has never tasted it to this day.
After arriving in Shangchuan, the prince would sometimes have a few drinks, but he wouldn't let her have any. Today, she had the chance, so she wanted to try it, as long as she drank a few cups and didn't get drunk.
Cui Hao was unaware that Wei Hong never gave Yao Youqing alcohol, and he didn't take her request for alcohol seriously. After the drinks and snacks were served and checked to ensure there were no problems, he left them on the table and went outside to guard them.
Yao Youqing was the only one left in the room. She smiled and picked up the wine pot to pour herself a cup, then took a small sip.
This wine was indeed different from the ones she had drunk before. It felt a bit spicy in her throat when she first drank it, but the aftertaste was sweet.
She took a few sips and felt that it wasn't as different from fruit wine as her brothers had said, so she drank a few more glasses. When she felt slightly dizzy, she stopped and dared not drink anymore.
But after a while, she found that this wine was indeed different from ordinary fruit wine. After drinking it, she felt inexplicably hot, and in the winter, she even wanted to take off her outer clothes to cool off.
She summoned Cui Hao and asked him to have someone remove the charcoal brazier from the room. Cui Hao noticed that her face was unusually red, frowned, and casually picked up the wine pot on the table.
The wine jug was still more than half full; the princess shouldn't be this drunk.
He sensed something was wrong, so instead of immediately ordering the charcoal brazier to be removed, he asked the girl what the wine was made of and how it could make someone so easily drunk.
The girl was also taken aback: "This is the Drunken Dream Spring in our building. It's not so easy to get drunk after drinking it, but... it can only enhance the pleasure in bed."
Cui Hao's expression suddenly darkened: "Who gave you permission to serve this kind of wine to Young Master Wang?"
The girl trembled with fright, her face full of grievance.
"It was Young Master Wang who requested the best wine. The last wine we have in our establishment is Zui Meng Chun. Whenever a customer asks for good wine, we always serve Zui Meng Chun!"
Besides, this young man was so handsome today that she assumed he was a male prostitute kept by another gentleman traveling with her for pleasure. So when she heard him say he wanted good wine, she didn't think much of it and went straight for Zui Meng Chun.
Cui Hao's face turned ashen; he was utterly at a loss for words.
He dismissed the girl and ordered others to guard the door, forbidding anyone from approaching or leaving. Only then did he rush to the next room, push open the door, and barge inside.
Wei Hong was talking to Lian Cheng when he suddenly pushed the door open and entered, which was unusual for him. His heart sank: "Has something happened to the Princess?"
Cui Hao nodded, then shook his head: "You'll know once you come out with me."
Most martial arts practitioners have sharp ears and eyes, and he was afraid that Liancheng would hear him if he spoke here.
Wei Hong immediately got up and followed him out. After learning the whole story, his face turned ashen, and he glared at him fiercely.
"Who told you to give her alcohol?"
Cui Hao dared not argue and led him to Yao Youqing's room.
When Wei Hong arrived at the door, he didn't go in directly. Instead, he asked the trembling girl they had been holding there, "Does your building have a cure for this 'Drunken Dream Spring'?"
The maid hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, we have prepared the antidote to prevent guests from accidentally ingesting it. However, it will take some time to decoct the medicine, so please wait a moment, sir."
"Bring it over as soon as it's done."
Wei Hong said, and went into the room without waiting for the girl's reply.
Cui Hao stared at the door that slammed shut, even more shocked than before.
Most of these celebratory drinks are not strong; as long as the prince and princess have sex, that's enough. Why... do they need an antidote?
He seemed to understand something in a daze, and gasped.
The prince still hasn't consummated his marriage with the princess?
They all thought he had already consummated their marriage when he took the princess to Cangcheng last year...
Wei Hong's heart was completely focused on Yao Youqing, and he didn't notice that his failure to consummate the marriage had been discovered. He went straight to Yao Youqing's side after entering the room.
"Ning'er, how are you?"
Yao Youqing had overheard the girl's words and knew she had drunk something she shouldn't have. Afraid of being scolded by Wei Hong, she tugged at his sleeve and said, "Your Highness, I'll never drink again, please don't be angry..."
At this moment, Wei Hong had no time to scold her and asked gently, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Yao Youqing shook her head: "No, it's just a bit hot. Could you please put out the charcoal fire?"
"That won't do. The room will get cold once the charcoal fire goes out, and you're still warm. You'll catch a cold if you switch between hot and cold."
He looked at her and said, "If you're hot, take off a layer. There's no one else in this room right now. They won't come in as long as I'm here."
Yao Youqing was feeling unbearably hot, so she listened to him and took off her outer garment, then leaned lazily against Wei Hong without moving.
Wei Hong tried to soothe her gently, but the familiar voice and breath did not calm her down. Instead, she became even more agitated, and her breathing gradually became heavier.
She propped herself up and sat up from beside him, putting some distance between them.
Wei Hong had a rough idea of what was going on, and asked again, "Are you... feeling unwell?"
Yao Youqing pursed her lips, shrank to the side, shook her head, and hugged her knees.
"It's okay, I... I'll just take off another piece of clothing."
As she spoke, she took off her padded jacket, unaware that the sight of her wearing only a single layer of clothing only made the man's eyes burn with desire.
Wei Hong swallowed, then moved to his side and pulled her into his arms.
"The medicine hasn't arrived yet. Shall I help you rest for a bit first?"
What other way can alleviate this besides taking an antidote?
Yao Youqing understood and shook her head repeatedly: "No...no need, I'll wait for the antidote."
Wei Hong didn't let go of her, gently stroking her waist with his hand: "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? We used to do this all the time, didn't we?"
"But... um..."
The man kissed her lips, interrupting her words, and his large hand slipped inside her clothes.
Yao Youqing, having drunk the wine, could hardly resist such teasing, and soon she slumped into his arms.
Wei Hong originally only intended to take it easy, to get close to her as usual, and then give her the antidote when it arrived.
But the girl's body was so soft and delicate, her panting breaths constantly ringing in his ears. She said she didn't want to, but because of the alcohol, she couldn't help but lean against him, pressing herself tightly against him.
His hand slid down, and he felt that she was more aroused than ever before. He couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if they could consummate their marriage like this, so that she could suffer less.
Once the thought popped into his head, he couldn't control it anymore. Wei Hong's breathing suddenly became heavier, and his kisses deepened. Finally, he picked up the girl and walked towards the bedside.
The bed curtains were drawn, and Yao Youqing was gently laid down on the bed by him. She thought he was going to treat her as he always had, but when the man leaned down and pressed down on her again, he said, "It might hurt a little, Ning'er, be good and bear with it."
Yao Youqing was somewhat confused and did not immediately understand what he was saying until the pain came, at which point she finally understood what he meant.
...
The young maid from the brothel prepared the medicine and immediately brought it over, but Cui Hao stopped her at the door, saying, "No need."
The girl was stunned for a moment, then vaguely heard a noise coming from the room. She suddenly realized what was going on, feeling wronged and angry. She thought to herself, "If that's the case, why was he so mean to me just now, and even made me go and brew the medicine?"
But he only thought these words to himself and didn't dare to say them out loud. He picked up the bowl of medicine and left again.
Inside the room, Wei Hong finally stopped after a long while, panting as he lay on top of Yao Youqing, kissing her smooth neck, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you feeling better?"
Yao Youqing: "..."
Chapter 86 Tranquility
The north wind howled, rustling the branches and leaves outside the window, but the people inside did not hear it.
Wei Hong had already taken Yao Youqing back to the inn. After washing up, the two lay on the bed. The man, who had tasted the sweetness, couldn't help but pull the girl's soft body into his arms again and make his own desires.
He was so engrossed that he couldn't stop. Compared to the real pleasure he was experiencing now, all the previous ways of relieving himself were like scratching an itch through a boot, and they couldn't satisfy his current desires at all.
He was tall and large, and when he covered the girl, he could almost completely cover her. The girl's petite and soft body was manipulated by him at will, sometimes holding her waist, sometimes lifting her legs.