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Early in the morning, after returning from the lakeside, Ji Xun was very happy, almost skipping as he walked back.
However, his happiness only lasted until the afternoon. Just after having lunch, news came from the palace that Empress Zhao wanted to see him.
Ji Xun was about to find the Queen to discuss his marriage with San Chun, so he hurried into the palace.
As soon as Empress Zhao saw him, she wasted no time and directly said, "Your father has already discussed your matters with me. Marrying Spring Princess will be beneficial for you."
Ji Xun was overjoyed. "Mother, does this mean you agree?"
The Queen nodded. "You can marry Spring Princess, but I have one condition."
Ji Xun quickly replied, "Mother, please go ahead."
"You must also marry Zhong Ling; both will be your wives without distinction."
Ji Xun was taken aback for a moment and then sighed lightly. "Mother still won't let me off the hook."
"It's not that I won't let you off; it's for your own good. Your father has already decided to make you the crown prince. Although Spring Princess is Chengyang Jun's sister-in-law, she has no foundation in Zhao Country. Marrying Zhong Ling can help solidify your position in court and strengthen your status as crown prince."
"Mother knows I have never intended to be a king."
"This isn't just your intention; it's what your father and I want. You know how fiercely your elder brother and Second Brother are competing for the crown prince position. The court is in turmoil, and Zhao Country is on the brink of chaos. Your Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother are also engaged in open and covert struggles. The remaining brothers may seem calm on the surface, but we don't know what thoughts they harbor. Your father wants you to succeed not because you are the most suitable but because you are kind-hearted and would never harm your brothers once you ascend to the throne."
Seeing him silent, Empress Zhao continued, "Do you know how many lives depend on you? Zhao Country cannot be chaotic; the royal family cannot be chaotic. As long as you secure your position as crown prince, Zhao Country will remain stable, and to secure that position, you must marry Zhong Ling."
Ji Xun also knew that Zhong Ling was the daughter of Zhao Guo's Taizai. Zhong Taizai was the leader of the ministers in court and the soul of Zhao Guo. If he wanted to become the crown prince and eventually ascend to the throne, he had to marry Zhong Ling. However, deep down, he was unwilling to betray his feelings for San Chun.
If San Chun knew about this, she would surely be very angry and would not want to marry him, right? But now, several of his brothers' lives were in his hands, and he did not want chaos in Zhao Guo. Throughout history, many nations fell not due to external forces but because of internal strife. So… what should he do?
Seeing him hesitating, Zhao Empress said, "You don't need to worry about Spring Princess. Leave this matter to me; I will ensure you get what you desire."
Ji Xun felt a headache coming on. He really couldn't bring himself to tell San Chun. Just last night, they had made promises to each other and exchanged sweet words. Now he had to tell her that he was going to marry two wives; she would probably chop him up with a knife!
After thinking for a moment, he said, "If Mother conveys it on my behalf, it might be worth a try. But there is one thing: if Spring Princess does not agree, then everything we discussed before will be null and void. No matter the reason, I will not marry Zhong Ling and betray her."
Zhao Empress smiled, "Rest assured, Mother will handle this matter well and will not make it difficult for my son."
Only then did Ji Xun feel relieved. After he left, Zhao Empress did not consult San Chun about anything; instead, she immediately ordered the palace servants to prepare for the wedding, including the bridal sedan chair and various expenses for the ceremony.
The close maid Yin Hong had been serving beside the Queen and had heard everything clearly just now. She couldn't help but ask, "Does Queen want to summon Spring Princess?"
"No need," Zhao Empress sneered. "Send orders down that this matter must not reach Princess Ying or that San Chun's ears. Anyone who dares to leak even a word will be executed without mercy."
"Understood." Yin Hong replied but couldn't help but worry for Ji Xun. She had watched him grow up, and the Queen had always been domineering and ruthless; she only hoped that her actions wouldn't affect the prince's happiness.
Zhao Empress paused for a moment and then said, "Also, Zhong Ling's wedding should take place an hour earlier than planned; San Chun can only enter after an hour has passed."
"This..." The maid hesitated, "What if the prince finds out?"
"Then just say that it was San Chun's willing choice. Moreover, before the wedding, the couple is not allowed to meet; even if they find out, it will only be after they are married." Zhao Empress sneered. She naturally did not want to play any host role or bother with such matters; as long as everything proceeded according to her plan, there would be no mistakes.
At this moment, San Chun was unaware that she had been schemed against and was wholeheartedly preparing for her wedding.
The residence of the young master was also in chaos due to the arrival of two ladies.
Ying initially thought that Queen's intervention would be able to stop the marriage, but unexpectedly, it brought her two enemies instead. One, Zhong Ling, she could still handle, but if there was another San Chun, she feared there would be no chance for her to rise again in the future.
What to do? What to do? She kept rubbing her fingers together; after such a long wait, she would not allow herself to gain nothing.
So it was the wedding night, huh? She would make this wedding night hers, for her and the man she loved.
Determined, she summoned a trusted warrior and gave him a large sum of gold. She instructed, "Go immediately to Qi State and deliver a message to Chengyang Jun."
"What should I say?"
She thought for a moment and replied, "Just say his woman is getting married." If such a statement couldn't lure him back, then she would truly be at her wit's end.
The border of Qi State wasn't too far from here; there should still be time to stop it. She murmured, "Chengyang Jun, my happiness rests on you; don't let me down..."
*
Red, everywhere was red. The endless expanse radiated with a crimson glow, filled with a festive atmosphere.
In front of the bed hung a "Hundred Sons Canopy," covered with a "Hundred Sons Quilt," and at the head of the bed hung a large red satin embroidered curtain featuring double happiness with dragons and phoenixes.
San Chun sat on the bed, anxiously waiting for Ji Xun's arrival. She felt very restless and wanted to ask the groom why he hadn't come yet but felt too shy to speak. Instead, she just lowered her head, nearly twisting the silk handkerchief in her hands into shreds.
Never before had she felt so tense; usually, it was on the battlefield, facing countless enemies, that she felt this way. Now, as a bride, it seemed even more overwhelming than being on the battlefield.
After a long time, she could no longer hold back and asked the maid standing nearby, "Where has the young master gone?"
The maid smiled and said, "Madam need not worry; the young master is likely caught up with the guests."
At that moment, Ji Xun was indeed caught up, but not by the guests; it was Zhong Ling. The Queen's envoy had him participate in the Heqin Ceremony with Zhong Ling, and he was not allowed to leave until the ceremony was completed. He was stretched thin, and by the time he arrived at San Chun's side, it was already quite late.
Lifting her veil, San Chun asked him why he had come so late, but he didn't know how to respond and simply said, "I was delayed by some matters."
Mother had completely submitted to San Chun, but he still felt uneasy. He had broken their vow; she must have many grievances against him. And now, he had no idea how to face her.
A maid brought over two cups of wine and smiled at them both, saying, "Young master and madam, please drink to your union."
San Chun and Ji Xun each took a cup and drank. At that moment, outside the hall by the window, a couple of guards began singing the Wedding Song. The Heqin Ceremony concluded, and they sat down together. It was her wedding night; neither of them expected it to be like this. So despite the cumbersome rituals, they endured patiently.
According to tradition, during the wedding night, the bride must first undress and get into bed before her husband does the same so that they can begin to enjoy their marital bliss.
A maid came over to help San Chun remove her heavy outer garments, layer by layer, as if unwrapping a zongzi. Imagining what would happen next made her shyly lower her head.
Ji Xun watched her with a smile on his lips, his mind filled with endless thoughts. There was something in his gaze that made her cheeks flush even more.
Just as she was about to untie her inner garment's sash, a girl rushed in in a panic. She leaned close to Ji Xun's ear and whispered a few words. Ji Xun immediately showed a look of alarm and said to San Chun, "I'll be right back," before dashing out.
Ji Xun was usually calm; if it weren't for something serious happening, he would never be so flustered. She wanted to follow him out to see what was going on, but her clothes were already half off, and several maids had followed him out. It would be quite difficult for her to put on those nearly twelve layers of wedding attire all by herself.
She felt helpless and could only sit on the bed waiting for him, imagining that he would return soon to explain what had happened.
However, after a long wait, Ji Xun still did not come back. The night was chilly, and she was wearing thin lingerie that should have made her feel cold, but for some reason, she felt an unbearable heat all over her body. She hugged her shoulders and suddenly felt as if a fire was rising from her lower abdomen, scorching her nerves, her reason, and every inch of her skin, gradually turning her into a pool of spring water. Every drop of blood flowed rapidly through her veins, and her body curled tightly into a ball, writhing and softly moaning, seeking a place for her desires to rest. She called out, her hands already roaming over her body, unable to control herself for a moment as she trembled and whispered sweetly, tossing and turning on the bed like a wriggling worm.
The fire continued to stimulate her, making her impatient to remove her clothes. She reached out and tore at the silk lingerie, which fell apart in tatters, revealing the bare body hidden beneath the white fabric.
It was an extremely beautiful body, slender with a waist that could barely be grasped in one hand, delicate shoulders, and long legs. Perhaps it was the fire within her that had scorched her skin, giving it a faint blush like a drop of rouge mixed into milk. Her rounded curves and slightly trembling cherries, along with a waist as soft as willow branches, made her appear fragile like a willow twig yet full of vitality. This body possessed stunning beauty and ultimate temptation.
When Zhong Xue entered, he saw this incredibly beautiful scene: a body as white as jade standing before him, its skin resembling cream, with two snow-white petals that were translucent. Below them lay a feminine intimacy that could take a man's breath away...
He marveled and praised it before starting to feel surprised... Was this his special reward for tirelessly rushing through the night and exhausting two Warhorses?
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, gazing at the beauty before him.
At that moment, San Chun also saw him; she licked her lips and suddenly threw herself into his arms.
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