Yao Youqing sobbed, "It's not that big..."
One sentence made Wei Honglang burst out laughing, but before he could finish laughing, she continued, "She's not that ugly..."
Wei Hong: "..."
Chapter 50 Preparation
Before the wedding, Zhou's mother gave Yao Youqing a general overview of what would happen on their wedding night and also showed her a shy little picture book.
Although Yao Youqing was too shy to look at it carefully and only flipped through it quickly, she still remembered the contents.
The drawing on it was completely different from what she saw now; the difference was too great.
She couldn't understand how someone as handsome as the prince could have such an ugly creature.
That ugly thing looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.
Wei Hong was both amused and exasperated, and looked down at his good brother.
Is it ugly?
He was always very proud of it.
The girl was clearly terrified. She was already unwilling to do this, and now she was even more resistant. If she hadn't been pinned down by him and couldn't escape, she probably would have huddled in the corner of the bed.
Wei Hong sighed helplessly and kissed her cheek.
"If you're scared, just close your eyes. You'll get used to it eventually."
Yao Youqing felt that she might not be able to get used to it easily, but she still nodded, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.
Wei Hong liked her quiet and gentle demeanor, and he liked how she was afraid but still willing to obey him. As a result, his movements became even gentler, but the girl's body remained tense.
He kissed her lips breathlessly and whispered, "You can't see anything with your eyes closed, so why are you still so scared?"
Yao Youqing: "...I remember."
Wei Hong chuckled. Although he felt a little sorry for her nervous appearance, he did not stop and tentatively entered.
Every woman has to go through this stage. Since it's inevitable, there's no need to be reluctant at the moment. He should just be as gentle as possible and not let her suffer too much.
But after a moment, he stopped, covered in sweat, and remained suspended on top of her.
He knew she was young and small, her tender body not yet fully developed, and the softness that was just beginning to take shape in front of her only filled half of his palm, so he had to treat her with extra care.
But he only thought it was something to be careful about, not that it would work.
After all, most women get married around her age, or even earlier, and some have already had children.
But seeing her pained expression and feeling her body unable to go any further, he knew that it was truly impossible right now.
Perhaps she could accept it if she wanted to, but she was already resistant. Even though she didn't refuse because of her gentleness, her body's reaction was honest, showing no intention of accepting him at all.
Such resistance only made the process more difficult for Wei Hong; if he insisted, he could continue. However, for Yao Youqing, it was undoubtedly a painful experience, and she was also very likely to get hurt.
Wei Hong kissed her for a long time, trying to relax her, but to no avail. Her already tense nerves were stretched to a taut line by the pain from below, as if they were about to snap. Her face was pale and tears soaked the pillow.
She had heard from Zhou's mother that it would hurt, but she didn't expect it to hurt this much...
Why would anyone like something so painful? How will she get used to it in the future?
Yao Youqing sobbed softly, her face streaked with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
Wei Hong couldn't bear to hurt her, so he retreated, panting.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, don't cry."
He lay down beside her, pulled her into his arms, kissed her cheek, and gently patted her smooth back with his broad hands.
Yao Youqing nestled in his arms, her tears smearing against his chest, flowing even more instead of stopping.
Wei Hong assumed she was crying because of pain, so he moved his hand down her back: "Does it still hurt a lot?"
He had already stopped.
Yao Youqing instinctively brought her legs together to hide, shaking her head and choking back tears: "Your Highness, I didn't mean to..."
She knew that having sex with her husband was normal and that she didn't do it on purpose, but it really hurt her.
Wei Hong understood and smiled as he kissed her lips.
“I know you’re too young, I should…make some preparations in advance.”
Prepare?
Yao Youqing looked up, puzzled.
How else can you prepare for something like this?
Wei Hongzhang chuckled as he looked at her bewildered expression, but he didn't explain anything. He hugged her affectionately for a while before getting up.
Yao Youqing's clothes were thrown everywhere by him, all crumpled and crumpled up, making them completely unwearable.
He went to the trunk and picked out a dress for her himself, then helped her out of bed and insisted on dressing her himself.
Yao Youqing blushed and refused, trying to snatch the clothes away. However, when she stretched her arm out from under the blanket, she failed to grab the clothes and was instead pulled away by Wei Hong.
As Wei Hong watched her sit on the bed with her arms crossed, her face flushed with embarrassment, his waning desire surged back up, and his already lowered member began to stir again.
He put Yao Youqing's clothes aside, leaned over and gently nuzzled her nose, coaxing her in a low voice.
"Ning'er, I feel terrible, can you help me?"
This was the first time Wei Hong had called her by her childhood nickname, and the first time he had spoken to her in such a pleading tone.
Yao Youqing's eyelashes fluttered slightly: "How...how can I help?"
Wei Hong smiled, took one of her hands, and guided it down to his lower body, just as he had done to her earlier.
Yao Youqing noticed this, and the color drained from her face. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
That thing was too ugly; she didn't want to touch it at all!
But Wei Hong, who had stopped just now out of concern for her, refused to stop this time and held her wrist tightly.
"Okay, Ning'er, it'll be done soon. If you don't like it, just close your eyes, I'll do it myself."
Yao Youqing's voice trembled: "Then...then why don't you just use your own hands?"
Wei Hong: "...That's different."
What's the difference? Aren't they both hands?
Yao Youqing was completely puzzled.
Wei Hong pulled her hand closer, swallowing hard, "Ning'er's hands are soft."
Yao Youqing: "..."
Wei Hong stopped half an hour later and lay down on Yao Youqing, satisfied.
Yao Youqing's face was flushed, and her fair skin was covered with the marks he had left behind.
Seeing that Wei Hong hadn't moved for a long time, she couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, please get up? I'd like to wash my hands..."
It was really... too dirty.
Wei Hong smiled and got up, giving her a final kiss on the lips. He then grabbed a piece of clothing and wiped her hands before having a servant bring in water.
With everything tidied up, it was almost time for lunch.
Yao Youqing washed her hands carefully several times before sitting down at the table, but even so, she still felt as if she hadn't washed them properly, and felt awkward when picking up chopsticks.
Wei Hong, of course, didn't mind being dirty. He quickly washed up and sat down at the table. While eating, he said to her, "Take a good nap later. When you wake up, I'll take you to meet two people."
Yao Youqing had been married to him for so long, and this was the first time she had heard him say that he was going to take her to meet someone. She was a little curious.
"Who is it? An elder or a junior? What kind of gift should I prepare?"
It's never appropriate to meet empty-handed on a first date; you should at least prepare a small gift.
"They're elders, I suppose," Wei Hong said. "No need for a gift; I've already had one prepared."
Although he is considered an elder, he is not a true elder, but the fact that he addresses me with such a title shows that I am a very important person to him.
Yao Youqing became extra cautious as a result, and carefully dressed herself before getting into the car with him.
...
Cangcheng was a large city, but the place they were going to was not far from this mansion, and they arrived in no time.
Yao Youqing's carriage drove directly into a house. As they passed the house, they saw the words "Li Residence" written on the plaque above the gate.
The servants ushered the carriage inside, stopping only in front of the second gate.
Wei Hong got out of the car first and then turned around to help Yao Youqing down.
Ever since he pulled her along when he was looking for Little Cutie in the woods that day, he's always been pulling her along, and he's even too lazy to make up excuses anymore.
The two walked hand in hand to the main courtyard. Before even entering, Yao Youqing could smell a faint medicinal fragrance.
At first, she thought the owner of the house or someone else was sick, but when she went inside, she found that it was not so; instead, there were many herbs drying in the yard.
An old man was arranging herbs with a seven- or eight-year-old boy, and he didn't even look up when he heard the noise.
"Find a seat yourselves. I'm busy right now and don't have time to entertain you."
He spoke very casually, as if he were talking to his own nephews and nieces, which was undoubtedly the elder Wei Hong was referring to.
Wei Hong scoffed, "Where is there anywhere to sit in your yard? If I mess up your things, you'll start nagging again."
His tone was familiar, and he wasn't angry at the other party's impolite attitude.
Although Wei Hong did not introduce his identity, since this was the Li residence and the owner seemed to be a doctor, Yao Youqing immediately guessed who he was.
Sure enough, just as the thought flashed through her mind, Wei Hong turned to her and said, "This is Uncle Li, Douzi's master."
Yao Youqing had heard of Li Dou's master, Li Tai, from Li Dou or others several times. It was said that he was a highly skilled doctor, but she had only heard of him and never met him. Today, she finally met him.
When Li Tai heard Wei Hong introducing himself to others, he paused in his actions, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Yao Youqing.
When Yao Youqing saw him looking at her, she curtsied and addressed him as Uncle Li, following Wei Hong's address.
But for some reason, the other person seemed lost in thought, as if pondering something.