Song Shuhao chuckled, knowing it was Mid-Autumn Festival and perhaps she should grant his wish. But he reeked of alcohol, which she and her daughter disliked, so she said, "Then Your Majesty should go and wash up first. It's because you're full of the smell of alcohol that Wan'er will find it smelly."
Just as she was about to give in, Zhang Yu suddenly scooped her up in his arms. Caught off guard, Song Shuhao quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, but after calming down, she was still annoyed by his sudden action.
Zhang Yu smiled and kissed Song Shuhao's lips, pouring his passionate love into her heart. Only when she was breathless from the kiss did Zhang Yu release her, then raise an eyebrow and say smugly, "Let's go together."
From the bath to the bed, whether it was the allure of the night or the influence of the strong liquor, Zhang Yu was more ferocious and passionate than ever before. Song Shuhao couldn't bear it any longer, and even when she pleaded softly for mercy, Zhang Yu refused to let her go.
Later, she simply gave up on herself and went with Zhang Yu. Her whole body was sore and she collapsed on the bed, letting Zhang Yu thrust in and out of her body without struggling or even making a sound.
However, her cold silence displeased Zhang Yu. He turned Song Shuhao over so she was lying face down on the bed, pressed himself against her again, and bit her cheek. "Focus on it."
Song Shuhao then hummed weakly, "So tired... I want to rest..." Zhang Yu laughed, "I'm not tired yet, what are you tired of..." He suddenly retorted, and Song Shuhao let out a soft moan, burying her face in the brocade quilt.
Zhang Yu chuckled, reaching behind her to cover her breasts, then moving to her waist, lifting her slightly to better align their bodies and facilitate his next move. Song Shuhao was speechless, utterly bewildered by his boundless energy tonight.
Just then, she faintly heard Zhang Wan crying outside, and someone calling for her mother. Song Shuhao, who was already feeling weak all over, trembled and quickly turned around to push Zhang Yu, who was lying on top of her, "Wan'er is here, get down quickly." She then looked around for clothes.
However, Zhang Yu ignored her and pulled her back down to his body, accusing her, "How could you bear to do this to me? It's okay that they don't dare to let Wan'er in without permission. Anyway, with such a commotion before, they must know... Besides, I didn't hear anything, maybe you're mistaken."
"At a time like this, he's still being indecent," Song Shuhao thought, annoyed, and slapped him. But Zhang Yu didn't feel any pain and remained unmoved, instead becoming even more energetic. Song Shuhao tried to push him away, but couldn't budge him at all, and her wrist was grabbed.
But after a while, Zhang Wan's crying grew closer and closer, and it had already reached outside the room. For some reason, Zhang Wan seemed to be sobbing intermittently, which sounded heartbreaking. Song Shuhao was both flustered and anxious, and said angrily, "Wan'er is here. If you don't go down, I'm really going to sleep with Wan'er tomorrow."
Zhang Yu, who had been severely threatened, was speechless.
Zhang Wan was crying her heart out outside. Song Shuhao hurriedly dressed and went outside to hug her daughter, whose face was streaked with tears. Seeing Zhang Wan crying so hard, Song Shuhao felt extremely sorry for her and gently comforted her in a soft voice.
Held in Song Shuhao's arms, Zhang Wan, perhaps tired and comforted, gradually stopped crying and slowly closed her eyes. She simply refused to leave her embrace; any slight movement from Song Shuhao would cause Zhang Wan to sniffle, so Song Shuhao had no choice but to hold her like that for the time being.
At that moment, Song Shuhao's heart was entirely focused on her daughter, and she didn't pay attention to Zhang Yu. Only after her daughter calmed down and fell into a deep sleep did Song Shuhao go to see him. Zhang Yu was also dressed neatly, sitting half-sitting on the bed, his handsome face sullen and full of unhappiness.
Sensing a hint of melancholy, Song Shuhao suppressed a laugh. Knowing he must be exhausted, she carried the sleeping Zhang Wan over. Giving Zhang Yu a kiss, she soothed him, "Your Majesty, be good, don't be unhappy," using the same tone she used to comfort Zhang Wan.
Zhang Yu scoffed, lowering his eyes slightly to avoid looking at her, and sighed, "I'm not important." Song Shu chuckled. He continued, "You're insignificant, your words carry little weight, not worth mentioning..."
Song Shuhao laughed out loud. Zhang Yu glanced at her sideways, and Song Shuhao quickly leaned over and kissed him again, suppressing her laughter, but said solemnly, "No, Your Majesty is just as important to me as Wan'er."
"I will always be the most important person to you all. I love you all."
Zhang Yu curled the corners of his lips and said, "We'll sleep together from now on."
"good."
In the cool night, the bright, round moon hung high in the sky as always. The pale moonlight streamed in through the window, scattering across the floor. A sudden breeze stirred, causing the gauze curtains to sway gently.
Struggling to wake from the nightmare, Zhang Yu's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He turned his head to look beside him and saw that Song Shuhao and Zhang Wan were both fast asleep, so real and vivid. Zhang Yu sighed softly, reached out and hugged his wife and daughter, brushing away the past events from the dream.
He has now obtained all the good things in this world.