Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 299: A Group of Wallflowers

It was New Year's Eve, and word had spread that the Duke of Xingling was marrying his concubine today, causing the entire Xingling Mansion to be deserted in no time.

Getting married on New Year's Day was a rare occurrence, but it made perfect sense for the Duke of Xingling to do so.

From the main street of the government office all the way to the West City Street, the streets were packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, densely packed with commoners.

When they saw the Duke of Xingling in his bright red groom's attire, handsome and riding a tall horse, walking through the streets surrounded by hundreds of important figures and generals from the Western Qin, the crowd couldn't help but shout in excitement:

"Congratulations to the Duke of Xingling! Wishing the Duke of Xingling an early birth of a noble son!"

"Congratulations to the Duke of Xingling! Wishing the Duke of Xingling..."

In short, it was chaotic and noisy, making people's ears ache, but all they could see were happy and excited faces.

Xin Zhuo could only smile and cup his fist in response, while saying to the group of people beside him, Murong Xiu, Tai Xun Gong, Jiang Man'er, Bai Xuanji, and Yu Chi Jun, "To be honest, it's my first time getting married, so I'm a bit nervous."

"Uh..."

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. "Getting married" should mean "getting married," but didn't you already become engaged to Princess Shengping?

After a moment of thought, everyone suddenly realized that the Duke of Xingling had been somewhat resistant to Princess Shengping in the capital and had run away without consummating the marriage. In this light, the Duke of Xingling was actually quite innocent.

The Iron-Blooded Duke of Xingling who had killed six hundred thousand troops, and the formidable Little Venerable of the Divine Path, innocent? Everyone burst into laughter.

Then they heard Xin Zhuo say again, "Can we skip some of the steps in the wedding and go straight to the bridal chamber? I'm actually quite curious, really."

"..."

You...

The group of people's smiles froze. The Duke of Xingling was far from innocent, and you were more impatient than anyone else.

At this point, they had already reached the West City Gate. Wei Chi Shuo Wanlie, leading a group of people dressed in festive clothes, was still shouting in the street, "How does the Duke of Xingling respond? If not, I'll turn back... and enter the city!"

Obviously, they had also seen the welcoming procession ahead. The first person to come forward was Jiang Yuqing, who couldn't help but be delighted. He laughed a few times, rode his horse forward, and cupped his fist, saying, "Thank you, Duke of Xingling, for personally welcoming me!"

This archway was poorly made.

Xin Zhuo didn't care about etiquette anymore. He glanced at the five-horse wedding carriage and smiled, "Let's go in."

A group of people returned along the same route, but there was now a long procession following behind.

The onlookers in the city automatically ignored the prince and instead stared intently at the wedding carriage, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bride, a woman chosen by the six major warlord families, to see how beautiful she was, like a Celestial Immortal.

Unfortunately, the curtains of the carriage remained motionless, and even the dozens of maidservants on either side of the carriage blocked everything.

When the wedding procession returned to the prince's mansion, the entire mansion was covered in red carpets and adorned with red decorations. From Jiang Hu and the group of wives to the hundreds of maidservants and servants, everyone crowded in.

The gifts received from people all over the city filled a courtyard.

Xin Zhuo got off his horse and walked to the front of the carriage, scanning the countless curious eyes around him. He cleared his throat and said, "Get off the carriage!"

The curtains of the carriage were lifted, and a figure emerged. She wore a red phoenix embroidered robe and a red veil covered her face, making it impossible to see her appearance. But her graceful figure, slender and fair like jade, and her aura that alternated between strength and gentleness, made people feel both joy and awe.

The generals of the Western Qin Army and the Confucian strategists, if they were not familiar with the prince and his formidable methods, would probably not dare to let this woman approach.

Xin Zhuo had already held the woman's right hand, which was as smooth as milk. However, he could clearly feel a slight tremor. He lightly scratched the palm of her hand, and she turned her head to "look" at him, as if trying to see what he wanted through the red veil.

Next, they entered the prince's mansion, went into the main hall, paid respects to the ancestors, and the bride was sent to the prince's bedroom.

In the front hall, more than ten tables were set up for the feast. Xin Zhuo completely let go of his dignity and indulged in eating and drinking with the generals of the Western Qin Army, the people who came to escort the bride, and the Confucian officials.

By the time it ended, night had fallen.

Walking back to the bedroom alone, Xin Zhuo's drunkenness disappeared when he reached the courtyard. His gaze became calm and composed as he glanced at the candles in the hall and the figure by the window. After a moment of contemplation, he took a step forward.

Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu, and Cui Ying'er appeared out of nowhere, holding a pile of items needed for the bridal chamber. Cui Ying'er lowered her voice and said, "The bride refuses to follow any etiquette. She has been sitting in front of the bronze mirror, lost in thought for an hour!"

"Not familiar with etiquette, hmph!" Xiong Zhang's face turned cold, and he turned and left. Ever since he learned that the women from the six families had really been sent, he had not been in a good mood.

Xin Zhuo looked at her back in surprise, took the items, walked to the front of the hall, pushed open the door, and entered the warm room. Several smokeless warm stoves were burning brightly, and festive red decorations were hung everywhere.

The figure was still sitting in front of the bronze mirror, her face covered by the red veil.

Xin Zhuo threw the items in his hand, closed the door, and looked at her for a few moments. He suddenly realized that it was quite eerie.

The dim light made the bride, dressed in bright red, appear blood-red in the reflection of the bronze mirror.

He remained silent for a moment, walked over, and caught a faint scent of the Shelan Xueshan Linghua. He lifted the red veil covering her face and revealed an incredibly beautiful face.

To be honest, Zhe Feiyan was indeed extremely beautiful, with distant eyebrows, a delicate nose, cherry lips, dimples on her cheeks, and flawless skin. She was stunningly beautiful, and her figure was also excellent.

She was neatly dressed from head to toe, so clean that it made people suspect if she had OCD.

Especially her pair of autumn water-like eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything, evoked a sense of respect upon seeing them.

Moreover, she was a small Venerable with great skills and a strong Martial Dao.

However, at this moment, her expression was indifferent and terrifyingly cold.

Xin Zhuo was observing her, and she was also observing Xin Zhuo. To be honest, there was nothing unsatisfactory about Xin Zhuo's appearance, the aura of the Western Qin Lord, the commanding presence of the hundreds of thousands of troops, the upright posture, and the terrifying aura of a small Venerable in the Divine Dao. It even surpassed her senior brother in many ways.

However, Zhe Feiyan still had some reservations.

As the direct descendant of a prestigious sect, she had never thought of marrying hastily for fame and fortune.

And at this moment, Xin Zhuo only had one thought in his mind -

Her master is an Earth Immortal, and she has the backing of six families. She looks good and has many similarities with Su Miaojin.

So, he poured two cups of wine and handed one to Zhe Feiyan.

Zhe Feiyan accepted it.

Xin Zhuo had already raised his cup and extended his arm.

Zhe Feiyan understood and sighed inwardly, then linked arms with him.

After drinking the wine, a hint of blush uncontrollably appeared on Zhe Feiyan's face, regardless of what she thought in her heart. In any case...

Xin Zhuo did not disappoint her and embraced her like a princess, lifting her up.

Zhe Feiyan instinctively wanted to resist and even kill him with her great power, but she abruptly stopped herself and looked at Xin Zhuo, furrowing her brows slightly, her face flushed.

"I don't care what you're thinking. Once you marry me, you're mine, and all other thoughts are irrelevant," Xin Zhuo coldly looked at her.

Zhe Feiyan didn't want to pay attention to him, but facing Xin Zhuo's gaze, she finally whispered, "I understand."

Xin Zhuo's expression improved quite a bit. "Do you know any techniques?"

He inexplicably thought of Huirulan from back when they were on Fulong Mountain, the current Empress.

Zhe Feiyan's face grew even redder. With her eyes closed and her eyelids twitching a few times, she appeared extremely unsettled. "I... I learned some at home."

"How many techniques did you learn?"

"...Ten, a dozen."

"You must try them all!"

"You... you..."

The candles in the hall went out, leaving only one, emitting a faint light.

The red quilt was warm.

Soon, the invisible aura of the world filled the entire palace.

...

Time passed and dawn approached.

In a corner outside the hall, Cui Ying'er, Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu, and Jiang Nüying had not slept all night, eagerly watching.

"Damn it, nine times!"

Xiong Zhang's beautiful face was filled with ferocity. "The Prince has always been virtuous, why is he so reckless today? And that sixth-generation heiress of the six families, the direct disciple of Baiheqiu, I thought she was dignified and virtuous, but she started with soft murmurs and now it's so noisy, it's really annoying..."

The other women looked at her in surprise. This was too disrespectful, using such vulgar language?

Xiong Zhang realized her mistake and squirmed a bit. "I learned those foul words from the Prince! And also words like idiot, moron, imbecile, and poser."

...

Further away, Jiang Hu, Jiang Thirteen, Jiang Man'er, and Tai Xun Gong gathered together, watching from a distance.

"I am far from being as good as them," Jiang Hu sighed leisurely.

Jiang Thirteen rubbed his nose. "Is this the power of two small Venerables? It's terrifying!"

Tai Xun Gong stroked his beard and laughed contentedly. "The Prince will have a child soon, which will fulfill the wishes of the Western Qin."

I wrote this while drunk, so it's a bit explicit. I'll make it more ambiguous tomorrow when I revise it.

(End of this chapter)