Su Majestad - Capítulo 48
I could almost smell the faint fragrance of lotus flowers.
Everything was like a dream, like an illusion.
Tang Qiefang was so engrossed in her dream that she didn't want to wake up. She didn't even notice the princess's height or weight before being led into the bridal chamber.
Chapter 87
"You should go to sleep first," Tang Qiefang said to the princess sitting by the bed, and then left the room.
He did not go to the front hall to drink.
He entered the room at the end of the left corridor.
He turned on the lamp, and his face appeared in the mirror.
He applied the disguise drug to his face, and the face in the mirror slowly changed until it became the face he wanted to see.
Her features were gentle, and her smile was faint.
"That's really disloyal of you..." he said, looking at that face. "No matter what, today is my wedding day, and you're not here." He sighed softly, his voice lowering, "Where are you now?"
"Here."
That's what the gentle voice said.
Tang Qiefang closed her eyes. "Ever since you left, I've been living in a hallucination."
Through my imagination, I feel that you are still by my side, still smiling at me, still talking to me.
“Qiefang,” the voice said, “look at me.”
Tang Qiefang seemed to be in a dream, "Yes, I saw you."
A cold hand touched his cheek. "Open your eyes."
Even the touch felt so real. Tang Qiefang held that hand and sighed softly, "If I open my eyes, I won't be able to see you anymore."
The voice sighed softly, as if with a hint of bitterness, and then a person leaned against his chest and whispered, "Madman."
A faint fragrance of lotus blossoms wafted over, and Tang Qiefang couldn't help but hug him tighter. "When will you be back?"
“I’m back. Fool, open your eyes and look.”
Is it true...? I couldn't bear to open my eyes for a moment. If it wasn't true, opening my eyes would mean nothingness.
The person in his arms sighed, then suddenly reached out and plucked one of his eyebrows. He opened his eyes in pain, momentarily stunned.
Then they froze.
Stunned.
Stunned.
Like a wooden or clay sculpture, it remained completely still.
Even if the sky were to fall, I wouldn't blink an eye.
He was indeed holding someone in his arms.
This person had his hair styled in a ruyi-shaped phoenix bun, with pearl tassels hanging from his forehead, and wore a red robe embroidered with dragons and phoenixes symbolizing good fortune.
This, this, this is clearly a bride.
However, she has a face like Tang Congrong!
Tang Qiefang looked as if she had seen a ghost. "You're Princess Miannian? You can disguise yourself? Who taught you? Who taught you? Who made you disguise yourself like this?" She sighed, "I knew you'd be this scared."
"Who exactly are you?" Tang Qiefang's eyes widened in disbelief. "You've seen him before? How do you know his voice?" He was going crazy. What was going on?
The bride presented her left hand to him.
Her hand, as beautiful as ice crystals, had a lotus flower tattooed from her wrist to the base of her thumb, its crimson color almost dripping.
"You should recognize this, right?"
"You actually have the blood of a mother snake too?" He suddenly realized. "Tang Congrong! It's you! Are you here to play a trick on me? You dressed yourself up as a woman, heavens, how could you dress yourself up as a woman?! Are you afraid I won't age fast enough? Change it off, change it off!" Saying this, she tried to tear off his clothes. The bride parried his hand, and the two exchanged a few moves, all of them Tang Clan martial arts. Tang Qiefang was now certain that this person was Tang Congrong, but how could Tang Congrong dress himself up as a woman! He was extremely fast, and she couldn't dodge in time. Her belt was caught in his hand, and one of his hands reached out to her—but at that moment, he touched a place he shouldn't have touched.
Chapter 88
My arm touched her chest; it was unusually soft.
Only women possess such tenderness.
Tang Qiefang was stunned. "When did your disguise skills become so advanced?" You look just like a woman, inside and out.
She sighed, "I am a woman."
"You are clearly Tang Congrong!"
"Tang Congrong is a woman." Her face was gentle, but there was a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "That's why I was in such a hurry to take over the Tang Clan and to find the next head of the family. How many years can one have in their prime? I want to be a woman again and be myself again."
Tang Qiefang felt her mind was a complete mess, all stuck together and impossible to untangle. She vaguely recalled that time when she went to Suoding City to find Yang Luoxue, and he murmured in the carriage, "How many years can good youth last?"
I knew then that he was hiding something from me, but, but, but, but, how could it be this?
"What kind of joke is this?" Tang Qiefang shouted. "Do you think I don't know whether you're a man or a woman?! We've been together for fifteen years, and now you're suddenly telling me you're a woman? Tang Congrong, you're messing with me, you're getting revenge for me abandoning you last year—"
Tang Congrong gritted her teeth, pulled him towards the bedroom, and Tang Qiefang felt uneasy about his gaze, but she didn't know what he wanted to do. When they reached the bed, Tang Congrong pushed Tang Qiefang onto the bed and then pressed down on her.