"I'll be back soon!" Dongfang Heng gently kissed her luscious cherry lips, a soft smile flickering in his eyes. He tidied his clothes in an orderly manner, opened the door, and walked out.
The new room was now empty except for Shen Lixue. It was completely silent. Yan Yue and Qiu He were nowhere to be found. Dongfang Heng said he would be back soon, so Shen Lixue didn't ask the guards to look for them. She got out of bed and walked slowly behind the screen. Her makeup was too heavy, and she was not used to it. She decided to wash it off.
Dongfang Heng was annoyed that his good time had been interrupted. He walked out of Fengsong Courtyard with a gloomy face. In the distance, a pair of sharp eyes watched his figure gradually disappear into the distance, a cold smile flashing in their eyes.
With a quick turn, he carefully avoided the guards outside the Maple Pine Courtyard and sneaked into the bridal chamber.
Red candles burned in the bridal chamber. A beautiful woman dressed in a scarlet ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) sat in front of a dressing mirror, combing her hair. Her rosy lips were slightly delicate, and there were two or three kiss marks of varying depths on her fair neck. It was clear at a glance that something intimate had just happened in the bridal chamber.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly flicked his finger, striking the woman's pressure point from a distance. Seeing her close her eyes, the wooden comb in her hand fell to the ground, and she slumped softly. A gust of wind instantly appeared behind the woman, and he reached out to support her slender, boneless body.
The newcomer was handsome and refined, none other than Dongfang Zhan. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her eyes closed and her breath sweet as orchids. Her beautiful face was the same as he remembered, but something felt off, as if something was not right.
He reached out to touch it, and his hand was wet and glistening with rouge and powder. He frowned slightly, realizing that she was wearing heavy makeup, which explained her delicate face.
Gently supporting the woman's soft waist, a cold glint flashed in his sharp eyes. Dongfang Heng probably never dreamed that he would abduct his bride, who had already drunk the nuptial wine, from his bridal chamber.
The crackling of the red candles brought Dongfang Zhan back to his senses. This was the bridal chamber; he couldn't linger. He grabbed the woman and dashed out the window, a strange smile playing on his lips. He wondered what Dongfang Heng's reaction would be when he returned and discovered the bride was gone. His expression would surely be quite something.
When Prince An of the Holy Prince's Mansion got married, all the princes from the palace came to celebrate. The mansion arranged guest rooms for them. Dongfang Zhan carried the unconscious woman, avoiding the guards and guests coming and going, and arrived at his own guest room.
Gently place the woman on the bed and gaze at her closely. Her bright, delicate face is as smooth as porcelain, tinged with a light blush. Her long, curled eyelashes, like petals, cover most of the bed. Her peaceful and serene sleeping face is so beautiful that one cannot bear to defile it.
She was Dongfang Heng's sweetheart, and also his, but she only loved Dongfang Heng and had never fallen in love with him.
In what way does he fall short of Dongfang Heng, and why does Shen Lixue dislike him?
"Prince Zhan!" A guard's voice rang out from outside the door.
Dongfang Zhan snapped back to his senses, reached out and pulled the thin blanket beside him to cover Shen Lixue completely, then hurried to the door of the inner room, where he saw a servant from the Holy Prince's Mansion handing a porcelain bowl to his personal guard: "This is Prince Zhan's hangover soup!"
"Thank you for your hard work!" the bodyguard said politely.
"Of course!" The servant of the Holy Prince's Mansion chuckled. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. It's the wedding of Prince An, and I have many things to do!"
Dongfang Heng's wedding!
A cold smile crept onto Dongfang Zhan's lips; his grand wedding would soon become a laughingstock.
He heard a soft sound behind him, his gaze sharpened, and he turned to look. The window was slightly open, and a gentle breeze blew in.
It turned out the window wasn't closed properly and the wind blew it open.
After closing the door and window with a wave of his hand, Dongfang Zhan slowly walked to the bedside, pulled back the quilt, revealing Shen Lixue's beautiful face. She was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that she had fallen into a wolf's den.
Seeing the hickeys on her neck, Dongfang Zhan felt a surge of anger and ruthlessly tore at her clothes with both hands.
Shen Lixue wasn't wearing many clothes, and they were quickly torn to shreds by Dongfang Zhan, scattered across the bed and the floor. Looking at her flawless and beautiful body, his eyes darkened, and he leaned down and pressed himself against her.
The familiar, fresh scent was unique to Shen Lixue. He greedily inhaled it deeply, his thin lips kissing the cherry lips he had long dreamed of. It was slightly sweet, not as wonderful as he had imagined. When he touched it, there was a smear of rouge and powder. He frowned slightly; the makeup was too heavy, losing her freshness.
He gently kissed her delicate collarbone, his hand sliding down to touch the virginity mark on her right arm, rubbing it repeatedly. His cold smile deepened. So what if Dongfang Heng rightfully married Shen Lixue? Now, she was his.
Overcoming numerous obstacles, the two truly became one. The woman let out a soft cry of pain, and a trace of pity flashed in Dongfang Zhan's eyes. He comforted her softly, softening his strength. Only after she had fully adapted did he officially begin his assault. In an instant, the red tent swayed, and spring's beauty was boundless.
After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps came from outside the door: "We've searched the front yard and the back yard, no one's there. Have you searched this side?"
Dongfang Zhan, who was lost in the pleasures of love, instantly snapped out of his reverie. A cold smile flashed in his sharp eyes. So they finally realized the bride was missing and came here?
Dongfang Heng acted quickly enough, but unfortunately, he was too late; Shen Lixue was already his.
Looking down at the woman in his arms, who was sound asleep and showed no signs of waking up, he felt a faint tenderness on his lips. On their wedding day, after the ceremony and entering the bridal chamber, the bride had been taken by someone else. Dongfang Heng was afraid he would lose all face.
Since the bride Shen Lixue had an affair with Dongfang Zhan in the guest room, it's not Dongfang Zhan's fault. Dongfang Heng is angry but can't vent his anger, so he will definitely take it out on Shen Lixue. He might hit her, scold her, or even abandon her. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. He will marry her and bring her back to the Zhan Prince's Mansion!
"Bang!" The tightly closed door was pushed open, and the first person to rush in was not Dongfang Heng, but a group of servants. The extravagant atmosphere that followed was overwhelming. Looking at the scattered pieces of clothing on the floor, everyone instantly understood what had happened and exclaimed in their hearts, "This is truly shocking!"
Looking up, he saw Dongfang Zhan, his chest exposed, on the large bed in the inner room, and the beautiful woman in his arms. He was instantly stunned and speechless: "Zhan... Prince Zhan..."
"What's wrong?" Dongfang Zhan's voice was gentle and deep, giving people an invisible pressure. A thin blanket covered the woman's body, revealing a beautiful face. Her slender neck was covered with deep and shallow hickeys. He wanted everyone to see clearly who was lying in his arms, and to know what had just happened between them.
Only by making the matter known to everyone could they seize Shen Lixue and relentlessly strike Dongfang Heng.
"No...it's nothing..." The servants hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look into his eyes. Prince Zhan was gentle and elegant, surrounded by countless beauties, yet he always kept himself pure and never indulged in women. Today, he actually spent time with a woman in the guest room. Was he drunk?
"We apologize for disturbing Prince Zhan, we'll take our leave!" The servants harbored resentment towards Prince Zhan but dared not utter a word. In their haste, they turned to leave.
Dongfang Heng strode in, his sharp eyes narrowing instantly as he looked at the woman in Dongfang Zhan's arms: "Prince Zhan, you have quite the refined taste!" His indifferent voice carried a chilling undertone.
"On the occasion of Prince An's wedding, why aren't you in the bridal chamber with your bride? Why are you in my room?" Dongfang Zhan mocked, his eyes flashing with cold light. Was Dongfang Heng angry or furious? Heh, his bride had slept with another man. Anyone would be furious.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shen Lixue, who was originally Dongfang Heng's bride, slept quietly in his arms. For Dongfang Heng, this was a great humiliation. In Qingyan, he would be pointed at and talked about for the rest of his life. The angrier he was, the more relieved Dongfang Zhan felt.
However, Dongfang Heng did not fly into a rage as he had expected. He looked at him coldly, his voice calm and unwavering: "The courtesan from Baihualou, whom the Holy King's Mansion invited to sing, has disappeared. My grandfather and the guests all wanted to hear her sing ancient classics, so I brought people to search for her. I never imagined that she would be the sole favorite of Prince Zhan!"
He monopolized and doted on all the courtesans of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion!
Dongfang Zhan was startled and looked down. Due to the intense exercise just now, the woman in his arms had her face soaked with sweat. After being gently wiped with a thin blanket, most of her rouge and powder had come off, revealing her bare face.
Her face was beautiful, yet unfamiliar; it was completely different from the face I remembered.
This is not Shen Lixue!
Dongfang Zhan was startled and pushed the woman away. He grabbed the clothes from the side and dressed in the blink of an eye. Looking at the woman's unfamiliar face, his sharp eyes burned with anger: Dongfang Heng had long guessed that he would kidnap the bride in the bridal chamber, so he threw an imposter at him and brought people to watch him make a fool of himself. How despicable!
The woman fell heavily onto the bed, and the intense pain woke her up, causing her to slowly open her eyes.
A series of pains shot through her body, which was covered in hickeys. Looking at Dongfang Zhan, who was so close to her with an icy expression, she instantly understood what had happened. She bit her cherry lips tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and she looked pitiful: "Prince Zhan!"