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Though Meng Fuyao wasn't willing to let both of them indulge in this moment, she could not help but moan softly. As a result, Zhangsun Wuji held her even tighter, and her arms were locked in his arms. It was as though she was experiencing a cool breeze during summer, like a nephrite that provided a shocking but addictive comfort. She was on cloud nine, pampering herself by enjoying the sweet moments of life, and getting whirled into the heavenly life of immortals, unwilling to fall back to earth again.
However, it was merely a moment of indulgence. Something tugged at her heartstrings painfully, and she slightly shifted away.
His breath breezed past her lips and sealed his mark on the corner of her lips. Caringly, he mildly pulled away and looked affectionately at her. The blush on her cheeks had spread to her neck, causing it to be stained with an enchanting shade of pink.
As the palanquin wobbled, their bodies continually bumped against each other in the tight space. The warmth of their body radiated to the other person, and a slight tremble emerged behind the thin layers of clothing… somehow, someone's breathing quickened.
Then, Zhangsun Wuji hugged Meng Fuyao dotingly. Her hair was wet, and the black strands stuck against her fair skin, like a snow mountain melting under the scorching heat. Extending his finger, he gently picked up a small cluster of hair and twirled it around his finger. After that, he pulled a cluster of his hair over and was about to tie a knot between the two clusters.
At that moment, they were about to bind their hair together.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao started to struggle violently.
She could see how bright his eyes sparkled, and how deep his feelings were. As the daylight shone in from the window slit, it reflected the nourished and dark clusters of hair between his fingers. She could almost imagine that if they were bound together, it would create the shiniest and most beautiful knot in the world.
However, just as the binding was about to happen, the images of a strand of white hair, a pair of hands, and a worn fairytale book flashed before her eyes.
Instantaneously, she jumped.
It was in such a small space that was almost impossible to navigate around.
Bang!
The roof of the palanquin was torn open, and Meng Fuyao leaped out of the roof like a rabbit.
The well-trained carriers had previously received instructions to ignore any unusual motion. Hence, when the palanquin shook and wobbled earlier on, they turned a blind eye to it. Yet, how could they counter the strength of Meng Fuyao's full-force leap? The four carriers felt as though they were hit by a strong force and their hands went weak, letting go of the palanquin. When they turned around, Meng Fuyao had already stepped on top of the wreckage.
Behind her, the ”temporary butler” with the calm composure strolled out of the ruins and continued to smile. ”The Captain is drunk, and he mistook this for his training space.”
Meng Fuyao looked up and twisted her head forcefully, choosing to stare at the sky. It was an intrepid and resolute pose, but her neck had a suspiciously rosy tint.
Meanwhile, Zhangsun Wuji had already motioned for the guards to bring over two horses. Personally passing her the reins, he smiled calmly. ”Please get on the horse.”
'So there were horses!' Enraged, Meng Fuyao interrogated him with her expression of ”then why did you forcefully pull me over to sit in the palanquin?”.
'Well, two plans are needed to fulfill my one desire.' The Crown Prince beamed as he thought, 'The palanquin must be used, and I was 80% percent certain that it would break. Horses should be prepared as well so that after the palanquin is broken, there's still another mode of transportation.'
…
Captain Meng was having a concubine.
As such, a banquet was set up =in the residence, and comrades in the army were invited to drink. During the banquet, some joked at Captain ”Dudou”, who replied in a state of drunkenness, ”I'm truly dumb, really I am.”
The whole room roared with laughter, and they sent Meng Fuyao to the bridal room, and she walked away happily as everyone stared admiringly at her - what luck he had! He slept with the Prince's woman, but the Prince did not deliver any substantial punishment and ended up gifting him the woman. Had they known that this would be the case, they would have gone to seduce some…
In the meantime, Zhan Nancheng heard of the infamous ”I'm truly dumb” incident too. Even though his mind was occupied, he could not help but laugh too. However, his brows quickly furrowed afterward - the army which was fighting on the banks of River Qi successively suffered defeats under Zhan Beiye. Worse still, after a portion of his army surrendered to Zhan Beiye, some of the garrison troops stationed at the border had started to reveal signs of wavering. At the moment, he desperately needed a victory to turn the tables, but this seemed impossible to accomplish with Zhan Beiye around.
Zhan Beiye was already a famous general in the Heaven Demon court, and he could even be considered the cream of the crop in the Five Regions Continent. According to the analysis done by idle military experts, other than Wuji's Crown Prince who had yet to show his true strength, Zhan Beiye was indisputably the best.
This was also one of the reasons why Zhan Nancheng mobilized tens of thousands of his soldiers once he decided to kill Zhan Beiye. If the killing could not be completed speedily, grave consequences would follow. Indeed, the consequences were now here to haunt him.
After several sighs, Zhan Nancheng felt even more depressed - somehow, his Crown Prince kept contracting weird diseases lately. He would often faint for no reason and appear lethargic. The imperial doctor could not figure out what was wrong, and all the famous doctors were also unable to provide a clear explanation.
In such low spirits, Zhan Nancheng felt even lonelier than before. But he then started to wonder why he felt loneliness, though it had usually been this way. After thinking for a long while, he recalled that Meng Fuyao was on marriage leave and had not entered the palace for a long while.