Chapter 9: Chapter 242: Consummating the Marriage Directly!

When the flower bridge was carried to Crown Prince Duanmu's manor, Linghu Huori ordered people to carry Crown Prince Duanmu into the main hall to perform the marriage bows. However, Crown Prince Duanmu fainted at that very moment. Linghu Huori curled his lips into a sinister smirk and said coldly, "Since Crown Prince Duanmu cannot perform the bows, then let us dispense with them and carry him directly into the bridal chamber."

Thus, Crown Prince Duanmu was carried straight into the bridal chamber, and Linghu Huori announced that the ceremony was considered complete. Afterward, to provide an explanation to the Emperor, Linghu Huori had someone summon the imperial physician to examine Crown Prince Duanmu. Once the physician was summoned, he confirmed that Crown Prince Duanmu had injuries; as for whether he could consummate the marriage, that remained unknown.

Upon hearing that Duanmu had fainted, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor requested the imperial physician's presence. The Empress Dowager stated that once Crown Prince Duanmu woke up tomorrow, he should be invited to the palace along with Young Master Linghu to offer tea.

As night fell, among the three grooms, one was unable to consummate the marriage—and that was, of course, Crown Prince Duanmu! Due to his injuries, he was already sleeping extremely soundly, completely unaware that the bride was not by his side.

Another was unwilling to consummate the marriage, and that was the Fourteenth Lord, Zhu Youbin. Empress Lü flew into a towering rage, yet she could not change the fact that the Fourteenth Lord was to marry Princess Duanmu. She presided over this grand wedding because the Grand Empress Dowager and the Emperor had first gone to the Prince of You's manor to preside over the ceremony, only making a brief appearance later to show they had arrived. Upon hearing that Crown Prince Duanmu was injured, they left without even sitting down.

After the Fourteenth Lord performed his bows, he wandered about like a willow brushing through flowers, drinking cup after cup. By the time he was being supported into the bridal chamber, he was already so drunk that he was unconscious.

With the help of two young eunuchs, he managed to use a pole to lift the bride's veil, and then he sat on the edge of the bed, giggling foolishly.

Princess Duanmu waved for the people to leave, and the door was bolted. When she turned around, she saw the groom fall backward with a "thud!"

Startled, Princess Duanmu quickly rushed to the Fourteenth Lord's side and reached out to probe under his nostrils, fearing something terrible had happened to him. However, upon doing so, she smelled the scent of alcohol all over him; the man had actually fallen asleep from drunkenness!

"Husband! Husband! Wake up! Wake up! We haven't consummated the marriage yet!" Duanmu Jichan shook the Fourteenth Lord. Looking at his elegant, handsome face, she found herself inexplicably fond of him. That day in the hot spring, the Fourteenth Lord had shown many "postures." Although she had been drugged, she had been in a state of semi-consciousness; the sensations were so intense and the shock so profound that it had truly entered her heart and lungs. The Fourteenth Lord was so skilled; he had made her obsessed!

On this wedding night, the "experienced" Princess Duanmu had been full of anticipation and joy, thinking she might relive the enchanting spring colors of that night. Who could have known the Fourteenth Lord would end up in such a drunken state? Hmph! How disappointing!

Since the door was already closed and there was no one else around, Princess Duanmu had no choice but to deal with this drunkard. She pulled at the Fourteenth Lord with force, thinking she should at least reposition him so he wouldn't sleep so dominantly. "Hmph! We'll see how you compensate this Palace for this wedding night in the future!"

She gave a light leap onto the newlywed bed and pulled the Fourteenth Lord forcefully to adjust his posture. Then, she knelt on both knees beside him, watching him, and couldn't resist reaching out to touch his cute yet handsome face.

As her slender little hand lightly brushed against the Fourteenth Lord's handsome face, the erotic scenes from the hot spring that night involuntarily surfaced in her mind. Consequently, Princess Duanmu's small hand began to "draw" on the Fourteenth Lord's handsome face. From his eyebrows to his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin, her hand slid all the way down. As she slid, her small hand tugged at his collar, pulling open the cumbersome clothes on his body. Her eyes then drifted toward the crotch of his trousers! After casting a lewd glance there, she could not help but feel disappointed!

A sleeping drunkard is truly quite boring!