Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

The emperor and empress's wedding was set for a month later.

General Chi defends the country, and His Majesty eradicates the scourge of powerful clans. The union of these two has countless supporters. The voices of the few die-hards are too faint to be heard in the lively atmosphere and cannot make a ripple.

Prior to the wedding, Yan Jiheng had been secretly planning the ceremony, so the whole ceremony did not seem rushed.

Three days before the wedding, according to the customs of the Yan Dynasty, the newlyweds could not meet, so Chu Zhuo returned to the General's Mansion.

Just as he was about to go to sleep at night, a click came from the window, a subtle noise.

A moment later, His Majesty the Emperor's handsome face came into view.

Chu Zhuo turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, teasingly saying with a smile, "Your Majesty, it is not the act of a gentleman to break into a subject's room at night."

"My lord?" Yan Jiheng pulled her fiancé, dressed in his undergarments and exuding a soft, delicious fragrance, into her arms, declaring, "What's that? May I hold my little husband?"

Chu Zhuo was pulled intimately into the man's arms, his burning chest trembling. He complained, "Yan Jiheng, you can't even hold back for three days? You're a reincarnated lustful devil."

"I am," Yan Jiheng replied shamelessly. "Being reserved won't win over the one you love."

Chu Zhuo tilted her fair face up from Yan Jiheng's chest, a faint smile playing on her lips: "How long are you going to hold me?"

"..." In the dim candlelight, his smiling face was quite alluring, easily arousing the desire in Yan Jiheng's heart. The man lowered his head slightly, took the lips that were always causing trouble into his mouth and licked them gently, "Zhuobao, I really want to marry you tonight."

Chu Zhuo's mouth was filled with a wet sensation, and soon tears welled up in her eyes from the kisses.

Yan Jiheng raised his hand to wipe it away and kissed the area below his eyelid: "Yan Jiheng only loves Chuzhuo."

Three days later, the grand wedding of the emperor and empress, which everyone had been eagerly anticipating, began.

On their wedding day, Yan Jiheng set off from the palace, picked up Chu Zhuo, and the two went to the altar together.

The platform has a hundred steps, and they, dressed in bright red wedding attire, climbed it hand in hand step by step.

In the center of the altar was a huge incense burner, from which wisps of incense smoke rose.

The emperor's wedding was a way to solemnly announce his marriage to Heaven and Earth.

The subordinate beside him recited auspicious blessings.

In a moment, 001 made a dazzling appearance, and the sky was bathed in rosy light.

[Hmph, let's see who dares to oppose the host now. I am the Chongming Bird, a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins who only know how to call me a divine bird.]

Chu Zhuo chuckled inwardly: [001 is cool.]

001 was cheered up again and circled the altar three times.

The giant bird's figure slowly dissipated, and the rosy light fell upon the emperor and empress at the altar.

As Yan Jiheng watched the jubilant bird disappear, he vaguely sensed a subtle force falling into Chu Zhuo beside him.

A realization dawned on him.

It seems that the being he couldn't touch... was Chongming.

001 shrank and crouched on Chu Zhuo's other shoulder, its bird-beak muttering softly: [Good job, Xia Guang. The world consciousness is pretty good.]

The civil and military officials gathered below the altar knelt down to welcome the auspicious omen, shouting—

"Your Majesty and Empress are a match made in heaven, ordained by the will of Heaven!"

Chu Zhuo felt like a cult leader.

"Zhuobao, we're finally married." Yan Jiheng's excitement was evident in his eyes. He took Chu Zhuo's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it lightly. "I've been waiting for this day for so long."

"We are in love, and the future will be even longer." Chu Zhuo let him kiss her generously, then took Yan Jiheng's hand, interlacing her fingers with his, and said close to him, "My husband looks handsome and dashing today, I like it."

"Zhuobao is also very good at seducing people. I'll save her for tonight." Yan Jiheng was stimulated by the title of "husband," and his desire was not concealed.

After the sacrificial ceremony, the emperor and empress, hand in hand, used their light-footed skills to fly down from the high platform, their bright red wedding dresses fluttering in the breeze.

Many years later, the ministers who witnessed the ceremony still remembered it vividly and passed it down to their descendants.

The Records of the Great Yan states: The emperor was the eldest son of Empress Minshu, surnamed Yan, named Jiheng. He ascended the throne at a young age and married General Chi Chuzhuo, the Grand General of the State. Auspicious omens appeared in the sky, and all the officials said that the mandate of heaven had been given to him.

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After the busy ceremony ended, the red silk and candlelight decorating the bedchamber exuded an undeniable ambiguity.

After dismissing the palace servants, Yan Jiheng removed the gold hairpins and glass ornaments from Chuzhuo's head.

Chu Zhuo rubbed his slightly sore neck with his other hand: "Yan Jiheng, I'm hungry. I want to eat noodles. I can eat three big bowls."

That sounded like he was being mistreated, so Yan Jiheng shook his head and chuckled, "We provided you with pastries the whole way, and you weren't hungry, so how could you eat three big bowls?"

Chu Zhuo continued to make demands: "Put two more poached eggs in the soup."

Yan Jiheng instructed the palace servants to do so.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the palace servants served two bowls of noodles.

Chu Zhuo shoveled at the rim of his bowl and comfortably ate a bowl of hot noodles.

After Yan Jiheng finished eating the noodles with him and rinsed his mouth briefly, the palace maids withdrew again, and Yan Jiheng lowered the door bolt.

As the man's body underwent a noticeable change as he walked, Chu Zhuo's heart skipped a beat. She climbed onto the bed and sat sideways on the edge of it, saying, "Yan Jiheng, you're exaggerating."

Yan Jiheng didn't care. He knelt on one knee on the bed, grabbed Zhuo Bao's hand and pulled him back: "It's Zhuo Bao who underestimated your attractiveness to me."

"Baby, do you know what you look like in my eyes right now?" After saying that, he laughed, his cold and handsome eyes melting with love. Before Chu Zhu could answer, he continued, "Like a lamb to the slaughter, covered from head to toe with a seductive fragrance... I've been craving you for a long time, and I won't stop easily tonight."

Chu Zhuo let out a soft "hmm" and collapsed onto the bed.

Although the emperor was supposed to have a three-day break for his wedding, Chu Zhuo never expected that he would spend all three days in bed.

With a tingling sensation in her buttocks, Chu Zhuo was helped out of bed. After putting on her outer robe, she covered her buttocks and said, "Your Majesty is going to court tomorrow, right?"

Yan Jiheng ate his fill, as if making up for the years of separation and lack of enjoyment they had shared.

Understanding the underlying meaning of those words, he countered with, "Hmm, won't Zhuobao miss me?"

Chu Zhu punched him in the chest, and Yan Jiheng grabbed his hand and kissed it.

"Yan Jiheng, you're a scoundrel," Chu Zhuo accused.

"Whatever Zhuobao says goes." Yan Jiheng served his little darling without any temper.

A few years later, the Great Yan Dynasty entered an era of favorable weather and abundant harvests, and many policies began to take effect.

People live in peace and prosperity, and the court is efficient and just.

In the third month of spring of another year, the emperor and his husband went on an incognito tour.

He recorded what he saw and heard along the way, collected information about the people, and assisted the local government in solving many cases.

Overwhelmed with emotion at being exonerated, the village woman burst into tears and clung to her child. Chu Zhuo, holding Yan Jiheng's hand, quietly left the crowd: "Yan Jiheng, I'm in a good mood today. Let's order a plate of braised pork knuckle, have some wine, and then head to Xuecheng."

Someone's alcohol tolerance is only a few cups of sake; any stronger and he'll get drunk. Yan Jiheng recalled the previous times, his dark eyes turning as black as ink: "Alright, it's said that there's a famous local wine in Xuzhou with a long-lasting aftertaste."

Chu Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he patted the emperor's shoulder: "I want to drink."

Yan Jiheng nodded with a smile.

At night, the emperor, having achieved his goal, coaxed him: "Good boy, Zhuobao came by himself this time. I heard that the little general is an excellent horseman, he will surely be very impressive."

Chu Zhuo was successfully drawn in by the fantasy of riding a horse, and without realizing it, she rolled into the tent with him.

Even emperors can be devoted to one another. Yan Jiheng proved his love with his life; it was deep and pure.

They lived a happy and fulfilling life.