Su Majestad

Capítulo 45

This feeling... is a bit sad, a bit desolate, yet I'm also so listless, unwilling to change, unwilling to leave.

That's it...

Yang Luoxue seemed to say something, but he didn't hear it clearly, though he stammered something incoherently. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and drifted off to sleep. His last thought was vaguely, "Ah, Congrong, I've finally learned your way of getting drunk."

He fell asleep as soon as he got drunk.

So this is the best taste of being drunk.

When you fall asleep, you don't have to think about anything.

Unfortunately, such a good time passed by in an instant. Suddenly, a chilling sensation ran down her face. Opening her eyes, she saw a man taking a wine jar to fill it with water from the lake. In a flash, he spun around, his elbow slightly bent—Tang Qiefang reacted immediately, turning around and hiding behind a tree. "What are you doing?"

Chapter 82

The man, dressed in red robes, was none other than the groom, Tang Congrong. Upon being asked, he replied calmly, "To help you sober up."

Tang Qiefang had been splashed with cold water earlier, her hair and clothes were soaked, and a gust of cold wind made her shiver. She couldn't help but say, "Today should be your wedding night, right? What are you doing out here?"

"You're really drunk. Today is my wedding, that's true, but it's also my birthday." Tang Congrong's eyes looked unfathomable in the pale moonlight. "There are some things you've forgotten to do, haven't you?"

"The lanterns... I've already hung them up."

What about fireworks?

"The fireworks are on the stone steps outside the Listening to the Water Pavilion, didn't you see them?"

"No," Tang Congrong said expressionlessly.

"How could there not be?"

"If you don't believe me, go see for yourself."

Tang Qiefang was surprised and summoned the magnolia boat. As soon as the boat docked at the stone steps, she saw a huge display of fireworks. She was taken aback, but then a tinderbox appeared in her hand. Tang said calmly, "You said you would set off fireworks every year on my birthday. Are you going to break your promise this year?"

These words made Tang Qiefang tremble slightly. Yes, the promise from back then still seemed to echo in her ears. Did she know back then that the so-called "every year" represented a lifetime?

But the person who will truly accompany him throughout his life is not you.

"But today is different; you should set it off with the bride."

Tang Congrong lit a fuse, and a firework rose into the night sky, blooming brilliantly. He turned around and said, "I only remember you saying that you would help me set off fireworks on this day every year."

The lantern light shone on his face, his red robes making him look like a drunken flower, deep and vibrant, his gentle eyes filled with a faint expectation. That expectant look was just like it was back then. Tang Qiefang suddenly smiled, "Then you must remember, from now until you die, the fireworks on your birthday will be set off by me alone."

Tang Congrong nodded and said, "There won't be anyone else."

So, on Tang Congrong's twenty-second birthday, fireworks lit up the sky above Tingshui Pavilion as they had in previous years.

One after another, one after another.

Five thousand four hundred and seventy-five flowers.

We've known each other for fifteen years.

A smile appeared on Tang Congrong's lips, like a lotus flower swaying in the wind. He said, "Qiefang, come in and have a drink."

The wine pot was warming in hot water, and steam was still rising when it was poured out. Tang Congrong handed a cup to Tang Qiefang, who took it and said, "I won't disturb your sweet evening, will I?"

"Go ahead and drink." Tang Congrong smiled and looked down. "Bai Li Wushuang is already gone."

Tang Qiefang nearly spat out a mouthful of wine, "They're gone?!"

“It should be back to Suoding City.” Tang Congrong said gently, “She said there is a sword in the Sword Washing Pool. Today is the time to take it out, otherwise the flame of the sword will be damaged.”

"But tonight is our wedding night!"

"Not bad." Tang Congrong smiled gently and kindly. "This is the bridal chamber. The red candles are just right, and the lanterns are still burning."

"Are you out of your mind? What kind of wedding night is it if there are lights and candles but no one around?" Tang Qiefang retorted indignantly. "Even if she is the young lady of Suoding City, even if she is the number one swordsmith, even if she possesses unparalleled sword energy, she can't go too far!" He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "I'm going to go and bring her back—"

Tang Congrong tugged at his sleeve and smiled slightly, "Who said there's no one? Aren't you here?"

Chapter 83

It's like the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is—"Are you crazy? Your wife ran away!"

"She and Yang Luoxue are in love, so of course she won't consummate the marriage with me."

"You're really confused!" Tang Qiefang sighed in exasperation. "If Yang Luoxue liked her, how could she possibly become your matchmaker?"

"You say you like someone while arranging their marriage—aren't you doing the same thing?" As soon as these words left her mouth, Tang Congrong knew she had made a mistake, but it was too late to take them back.

Tang Qiefang's face was as white as paper, but her lips were as red as blood. She looked extremely tragic and beautiful, like a soul that would shatter at the slightest push.

So, I stayed by his side so carefully, so carefully trying to forget what I said that night, but in the end, it was still brought up again.

It felt like being stabbed, and it took me a long time to find my voice: "That...that's different...I'm a man, and even if I like you a lot, I can't be with you...Actually, I might not really like you. Maybe it's just a simple crush, plus a momentary delusion—"

He spoke with difficulty, and Tang Congrong's eyes welled up with tears. Suddenly, she gently nestled into his arms.

He leaned closer little by little, and to Tang Qiefang it felt like a hundred years had passed. When the person finally leaned into her arms, it was as if she were still in a dream.

Unbelievable, his hands and feet wouldn't obey his commands.

Tang Congrong rested her cheek against his chest and slowly stretched out her arms to wrap around his waist.

His heart was pounding.