The Princess's Notebook

The decoration of Cheng'en Hall was not seen until the evening by Shiqi Niang. Normally, after the bride changed into her wedding gown, she should sit upright at the head of the bed, waiting for the banquet in the first three halls to end and Zhao Feiran to enter before she could move around on her own. However, Zhao Feiran felt sorry for her thick dress and heavy crown, so he had already told her not to be restrained and to be comfortable. Therefore, Shiqi Niang took off her makeup and hair, ate a little, and let Zhen, a female official from Tianguang Hall, help her take a bath.

The eight-panel screen was spread out in a zigzag pattern, surrounding the bathtub partition. One could faintly see a clothes hanger with a woman's bright red middle-length gown hanging on it.

The air is thick with fog and water vapor, and yet there is a sense of excitement in the unreality.

When Zhao Feiran dismissed the female officials and eunuchs and went inside to look for someone, this was the scene he saw. He couldn't help but walk towards the screen. The candlelight was bright and dim, and the moonlit beauty screen with a golden border showed half of the young lady's body. Above the bathtub, her slender and soft arms were gently shaking, as if she was washing herself, or washing the water.

His steps were slow and he could not move.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of water dripping from the inner room, and the next moment, the lady's slender and well-proportioned body was fully exposed. Under the semi-transparent screen, she stretched out a hand and tried to take the undergarment on the shelf.

For some reason, even though she was clearly his own wife, Zhao Feiran suddenly felt a little offended, as if he was blaspheming the fairy in heaven.

Keep silent and take a step back.

Unexpectedly, the young lady was sharp-eyed and asked, "Who is here?"

She never liked to be served by someone close to her, and when she was bathing normally, there was no one around. Just now, when she was taking off her undergarment, she suddenly saw half of a pair of black boots exposed under the screen, and she was startled.

Hearing this, Zhao Feiran looked strange. He wanted to go forward openly, but he couldn't move his legs.

I cursed myself in my heart: It’s useless.

Everything was silent, except for the beating of the heart and the crackling of the candlelight, and then I heard the young lady ask, "But is His Highness back?"

The sound was melodious and lingering, like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, which made Zhao Feiran's heart skip a beat. He was about to speak, but he felt a little shy in her words and coughed softly to cover it up. In the end, he turned around and walked away without saying a word.

Shiqi Niang, who was behind the screen, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him leave. She paused for a long while before getting dressed. She didn't have time to pack properly. She thought about the night just beginning and was so worried that her head was bald.

After putting on her embroidered shoes, she quickly asked Yingui to braid her hair for her.

Yingui was a smart person, unlike Jingui who was a hot-head. After entering, she not only twisted her hair, but also chatted with Shiqi Niang from time to time. She talked about who came to the banquet and what gifts were given...

Shiqi Niang ignored what she heard and sat in front of her dressing table, feeling uncomfortable. She made a random conversation. She used Yingui's body as a cover and looked at Zhao Feiran from time to time.

He was not far away, leaning leisurely against the table, holding a scroll in one hand and hanging the other hand on his knees. What scroll was he reading? Shiqi Niang didn't dare to look closely. She only vaguely saw that he was wearing a bright red shirt with a slightly open collar, hanging loosely on his body. It was a little messy, but you could see that his posture was straight and strong...

After taking a few glances, he realized something was wrong and pretended to go look at the dragon and phoenix wedding candles in front of the window.

Crackling, wedding candles as thick as children's arms, with dragons and phoenixes entwined around them.

The young lady turned her head back and tried to cover up her mistake by talking to Yingui seriously. However, she didn't know that the moment she looked away, Zhao Feiran's mouth corners turned up, and he smiled like a cat stealing fish.

There were only three of them in the room, and they were flirting with each other. No matter how loyal Yingui was to Shiqi Niang, there was a moment when his hair was wrung out.

"My lady, that's enough. I won't disturb you anymore." After saying that, Yingui took her leave.

With Yingui's departure, the spacious and airy Cheng'en Hall suddenly became cramped, as if a lot of partitions and decorations had appeared out of thin air, lingering between the two of them, making it impossible for them to get away or escape.

You are speechless, and I am speechless too, we just sit there quietly.

After a long time, Zhao Feiran couldn't bear it anymore and put the book on his knees. "How long are you going to sit here?"

Shiqi Niang's heart skipped a beat, "I...I..."

"Now that you've packed, come over. There are people waiting outside, and it's not appropriate for you to sit there all the time."

After hearing this, Shiqi Niang looked outside. The window was bright and although she couldn't see the scene in the corridor, she knew that someone must be waiting. However, she couldn't move her legs, not knowing whether it was because she had just arrived and didn't respond, or because there was an extra man in the room.

Zhao Feiran looked at her back, motionless, and suddenly had a bad idea, "If you don't come over, then I'll go over. It doesn't matter anyway."

"I...I'm coming over here, don't move."

Before she finished speaking, Shiqi Niang appeared in front of the footstool as if she was afraid that Zhao Feiran might make a move. When she reached the footstool, she stopped again and did not move forward. She lowered her head to look at her embroidered shoes.

Zhao Feiran followed her gaze and saw the phoenix-head shoes with pearls hanging on them. They were not covered by the hem of her skirt, but exposed, warm and shiny. He smiled softly, thinking that he had a good eye. Such a gentle phoenix-head shoe was worthy of the young lady.

However, she seemed to be less timid than before.

"Come here. If you are scared, we can turn off the lights and talk."

"Just talk?"

Shiqi Niang didn't believe it. That was not what Aunt Feng and Aunt Shangguan said last night.

As soon as he said this, the man's throat itched and he coughed softly, "What else? Are you going to wait for them to urge you? Don't worry, you are already the Crown Princess, you and I are husband and wife, I will not harm you, just listen to me."

That was indeed the case. She couldn't just sit there and waste time, so Shiqi Niang moved to the edge of the couch and sat down.

They are clearly a newlywed couple, but there seems to be a galaxy between them.

Zhao Feiran took a quick look and realized that the road was far from over. He asked Shiqi Niang softly, "Can you turn off the lights?" She replied in a whisper, and he immediately stood up and blew out the candle with an evil spirit.

Suddenly, the room was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

"Your Highness, the wedding candles are also out?!" Shiqi Niang was panicked.

On the wedding night, the wedding candle goes out, which means something ominous.

Zhao Feiran didn't care, "Who do you say I am?"

"His Royal Highness?"

"What more?"

Shiqi Niang knew what answer he wanted, and was too embarrassed to speak, "What else?"

"You don't recognize it?"

"No!" the young lady denied it flatly.

In the dark night, it seemed as if someone held her shoulder with one hand, holding her in his arms, and suddenly leaned over to speak in her ear.

"I am not only His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but also your husband. I said I would live a hundred years and have good luck, and that will never change."

Frightened, the young lady wanted to hide away, but his sudden words, right beside her ears, were like the spring sunshine in March, the scorching heat in September, and even more like the scorching sun in summer, making her dizzy and dazed. "Don't be afraid!"

Zhao Feiran suppressed his pounding heartbeat and pretended to comfort her as if nothing had happened. Seeing that no one was moving, he plucked up the courage to move his hand to Shiqi Niang's arm and stroked her undershirt.

He asked softly, "I had this dress made specially for you. Do you like it?"

The young man was gentle and affectionate, and his throat, which was usually used for swearing, could actually say such words, which made Shiqi Niang feel as if she had heard it wrongly.

"Hmm? This isn't the Queen..."

His hand continued to fall, landing on the back of her hand. He rubbed the slender and tender hand, then gently placed it in his palm.

"Mother was busy arguing with father, so she didn't have time to make your clothes."

As he spoke, he also put up his other hand, and the slender hand was controlled by him from front to back.

"My queen...you...I..."

"What?" Zhao Feiran asked with concern, trying two things at once.

But Shiqi Niang didn't notice the concern, and only thought he was asking the first half of the question, "Where do you have the free time, Your Highness?"

"Before getting married, there will always be some free time..." Without waiting for someone to answer, Zhao Feiran continued to ask, "Does this dress fit you? I made it based on the size of the wedding dress I made before. If you think it doesn't fit, we can change the size later..."

As he said this, he freed one hand and grabbed Shiqi Niang by the collar.

Before Shiqi Niang could wake up and answer him, he said, "Let me take a look, is it bigger..."

Slowly open the lady's collar.

In an instant, Shiqi Niang felt that countless gazes were falling on her back, as bright as the sun, reaching straight into people's hearts.

"I see that you are a little cold. Why are you shivering? Come, cover yourself up quickly. It's March, don't catch a cold."

Before Shiqi Niang could finish her sentence, "How am I cold?", she saw Zhao Feiran pulling open the quilt, wrapping her tightly, and throwing her onto the couch. Then, in a lightning speed, he lay down in the outer room.

He kept muttering, "Just cover yourself up. It's a bit cold even though it's not April yet."

In this way, Shiqi Niang was covered with a blanket and held in someone's arms. Her eyes, which had been used to the dark night and could see a little light, fell into darkness again. Without her eyes, her sense of touch was particularly clear. She knew that the man's chest was right in front of her, and his hands were still holding her cheeks, hot as charcoal. What's more, that pair of eyes, which she could feel even without her eyes, followed her like a shadow.

"Look, isn't it cold anymore?"

Zhao Feiran's heart was beating fast, and his hands holding Shiqi Niang's cheeks were trembling slightly. The words he said could not be dissipated in the quilt, as if there were a few more strands of charm out of thin air, and the trembling voice turned back and forth and fell into his ears again.

He sighed a few times.

"Don't be afraid."

He slowly moved closer, gently caressing her cheek with both hands. Getting closer and closer, so close that he could hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

The world has been gone for ages, the night has been long, and the soft kiss has fallen. As if afraid of disturbing the person in front of him, he suddenly left after the touch. He spied from a distance. Seeing that she was unmoved and not dissatisfied, he moved closer.

Once, twice, three times...

"You...you...what are you doing?"

Shiqi Niang seemed to have just come back to life, allowing the man to touch her cheeks, which was warm and heart-warming.

"What am I doing? Don't you know?"

Zhao Feiran didn't know how to answer and could only ask back.

"Mother..." Mother asked me to listen to you. Shiqi Niang couldn't finish the sentence and swallowed it silently.

He ignored the disappointed young lady and moved closer again. Following the same method he used just now, he reached his hand down and kept talking.

It was late at night and only the sound of wind remained.

At some point, the lady took off her robe, half exposing her shoulders, breathing heavily, and her eyes were slightly red.

"What are you...doing?"

"..."

"You..." She seemed unable to resist and sobbed softly, "Slow down."

He was sweating profusely, and he looked up at her. The dim light shone brightly in the corners of his eyes, and he was so jealous that he couldn't stop looking.

“It hurts…” the woman cried out again, “You…” Seeing that the man seemed to be deaf, she punched him on the shoulder.

"What?"

She sobbed. “You didn’t listen to me.”

How can you let a woman give orders on such matters? It would be ungraceful.

Zhao Feiran was stubborn and insisted on his demeanor as a husband and a prince.

As this continued, the young lady's sobbing became louder and louder, and Zhao Feiran was not much better, sweating profusely.

Coming and going, over and over again... I finally found a way, but the way was winding, narrow and cramped. I tried again and again, but still couldn't find the way.

Amid the young lady's sobbing, he passed by his home three times without entering.

Miserable and miserable.

In the end, he had to save face and make amends for himself, "I'm a little tired today, I'll come back tomorrow."

Although Shiqi Niang had written several erotic stories, she did not understand the twists and turns in them and just took it as a done deal.

"Come again, there will be no future!"

(End of this chapter)