Chapter 10: Chapter 243: A Warm Spring Night, Slapping and Boiling with Passion!

A gentle breeze blew outside the window, moving the curtains and the gauze lamps. The large red "Double Happiness" characters pasted on the walls filled the bridal chamber with festive joy, and the glowing red candles cast a shimmering, shifting light throughout the room. However, within the graceful palace curtains, the groom, the Fourteenth Lord, was sleeping soundly like a drunkard, even letting out faint snores.

Deeply disappointed, Duanmu Jichan glanced between the Fourteenth Lord's legs, her small mouth pouting high, but she still reached out to help him pull off his hair ribbon, tear away the large red flower on his chest, and undo the knot of his clothes at his waist.

As she performed these actions, she thought back to that night in the hot springs, and how passionate the Fourteenth Lord had been, like a beast. That night, although she had been affected by the poison in the hot springs, her consciousness had been hazy, yet those memories remained. That wave of heat that made her feel as if she were ascending to heaven and descending to hell, making her unable to stop, left her clutching her face in a fever for quite some time.

This was her wedding night! How could the Fourteenth Lord just sleep himself to death like this? No! She had to rouse him! They hadn't even drunk the nuptial wine yet. She crawled down from the bed and went to the table to fetch a cup of wine. But how could she make him drink it? Hmph! She had plenty of ways! She picked up the wine pot herself, took a sip, and held it in her mouth.

Leaning down, Princess Duanmu poured the wine from her mouth into the Fourteenth Lord's mouth. She thought to herself that since this was the nuptial wine, how could they not drink it?

"If you like wine, then drink a little more! This is our nuptial wine!" After Princess Duanmu fed the Fourteenth Lord a sip of the nuptial wine, she straddled his waist. She undid his upper garment, and looking at his broad, sturdy chest, Princess Duanmu swallowed hard and began to tug at his trousers.

"Hee hee! On this wedding night, you are on the bottom, and this Princess is on top! This Princess will crush you! From now on, you must obediently listen to this Princess! Mother Empress said that if one wants to keep a husband, one must use these chamber arts on the wedding night to make the man enchanted!" Princess Duanmu was also somewhat tipsy; she had actually drunk some wine herself. Therefore, what she was doing was also somewhat fueled by intoxication.

Just then, the sleeping Fourteenth Lord actually rolled over! Not only did he roll over, but he also knocked Princess Duanmu down, pinning her beneath him instead. His breath, smelling of wine, puffed against Princess Duanmu. Without even opening his eyes, his mouth moved intermittently as he mumbled, "Sister Yue, I married Princess Duanmu, but then, I gained another Cui Yingying..."

What did those words mean? Hearing this, Princess Duanmu felt a sudden chill run down her spine! She suddenly reached out, grabbed the Fourteenth Lord's hair, gave it a violent tug, and demanded, "Why did you marry Princess Duanmu? And who is Sister Yue?"

"I married Princess Duanmu so that Sister Yue could be happy. Sister Yue, are you happy?" The Fourteenth Lord was half-asleep and half-dreaming, seeing Sister Yue again in his dreams.

With a loud "Slap!", Princess Duanmu delivered a stinging slap to the Fourteenth Lord! He married her just to make another woman happy?! This slap was fueled by pure, boiling rage!

"Speak! Who is Sister Yue?" Princess Duanmu's eyes, which had just been filled with intense lust, were now exploding with a bloodthirsty fury; there was no longer any desire, only rage.

"Sister Yue, Sister Yue, she is Linghu Shuiyue! 'When will the bright moon appear? Holding wine, I ask the blue sky. I do not know in the celestial palaces, what year it is tonight?'" Even though the Fourteenth Lord was clearly dead to the world from drunkenness, he actually managed to recite several lines of poetry, and even did so with clear pronunciation. Princess Duanmu gave the Fourteenth Lord another fierce slap—"Slap!"—hot and stinging with fury.