Chapter Six, the red candle flickers

Prince Consort! Ji Yang saw Shen Du coming to untie her robe again and hurriedly pressed down on his hand, this time she was truly angry

Ji Yang struggled slightly and mumbled, "Then you are only allowed to apply the medicine for me, and you must not act recklessly." After saying this, she allowed Shen Du to attend to her without much embarrassment, as she was already accustomed to being served by others, even her father and mother had moments when they fanned her or brought her medicine.

Ji Yang cast a determined glance at Shen Du, but unfortunately, her eyes were filled with autumn waters and contained the charm of peach blossoms, exuding an alluring grace, leaving no room for any sense of imposing presence.

The crimson brocade robe, adorned with triple golden threads and bordered with cloud patterns, is complemented by a golden crown that holds the hair in place, featuring a floral gold hairpin. Under the glow of the dragon and phoenix candles, it softens the imposing and stern demeanor of Shen Du when Ji Yang first encounters him. In fact, Shen Du's features lean towards handsome and gentle, with the corners of his lips naturally curving slightly upward; however, his commanding presence instills fear, causing one to overlook his attractiveness.

Prince Consort! Ji Yang could not help but exclaim

Until the commotion inside continued for a long time without pause, the two of them slightly raised their eyes to exchange a glance, their brows showing a hint of compassion. A woman breaking her virginity cannot endure too much hardship; in the past, Shen Du treated women with utmost care, yet even so, the women in his courtyard still needed the support of Qingqing and Zijing to barely hold on.

However, the imposing presence of Shen Du was undeniable, and not a single person in the room felt that his actions were offensive, as if everything was perfectly natural. If the female historian beside Ji Yang had not perished in the calamity, she might have somewhat soberly reminded this Princess Anle. Unfortunately, Yu Sui'er and the others lacked sufficient experience, and merely daring to meet Shen Du's gaze was already commendable courage

Yusuir couldn't help but start to resent those bandits; if it weren't for them, how could those noble ladies have met with misfortune, and how could the guards sent by the queen to protect the princess have suffered? Now, it has resulted in them being unable to even stand upright.

In places that have never been touched by anyone, small flames flicker repeatedly, a sensation that feels both unfamiliar and frightening, causing Ji Yang's body to begin trembling gently

The golden hook swayed gently, and the thin red gauze curtain slowly descended.

"Be gentle, please." Ji Yang gently bit Shen Du's shoulder, pretending to be shy as she nestled in his arms, allowing him to part her legs and apply the ointment for her

Yusui'er and the other person sighed softly and quietly retreated. As they reached the door, they pushed each other playfully, both complaining about how the other had so easily been frightened out.

Every step Shen Du took seemed to tread upon Ji Yang's heartbeat; with each step he took, her heart would thump "thump" once, as if it were beyond her control

In principle, as a princess, Ji Yang should be greeted with respect by Shen Du. Even though formalities between spouses can be simplified, it is absolutely unacceptable to speak so casually.

In the late hours of the night, the commotion inside finally subsided somewhat. After a while, the sound of a bell ringing was heard. Qingqing and Zijing quickly knelt on the ground, gently lifting the curtain to assist Shen Du in putting on his shoes. They did not dare to raise their heads as they helped Shen Du into his robe, serving him as he entered the purification room

In this world, there is perhaps nothing more exhilarating than to have the princess of the heavenly family beneath one, subjected to unrestrained punishment and manipulation.

The fire of Shen Du was easily stirred by that delicate curve; Su Jiang's daughter could indeed be considered an unparalleled beauty, her exquisite collarbone resembling the most beautiful vessel, holding the finest wine.

Qingqing and Zijing stood behind the curtain outside, listening to the sound of painful gasps coming from within, their eyes focused on their noses, their noses on their hearts, standing still without a trace of movement

Ji Yang, in a half-dream, half-awake state, was attended to by them as she took a brief wash with hot water, and then they hurriedly surrounded her as she exited the purification room

Before Ji Yang could respond, Shen Du had already turned and gone to the purification room. Two maids in their twenties hurriedly bowed to Ji Yang and followed him to the purification room to attend to him

These two individuals are responsible for attending to Shen Du's affairs within the inner chambers, one named Qingqing and the other named Zijing

Ji Yang sat slightly nervously on the low bed, as in the past it was only others who saw her nervousness; this was the first time she felt so anxious that she couldn't help but grasp the hem of her clothes.

Jade and Dew exchanged a glance, struggling between going out and staying in, and then looked towards Ji Yang for help. Unfortunately, their master was too unmotivated, not even lifting her eyelids as she carelessly flopped back onto the bed.

After a considerable amount of time, a sound emerged from within, prompting them to tread lightly as they entered to assist Shen Du in his grooming and dressing in the purification chamber

Although Ji Yang was not surprised, as her father and mother had even more attendants around them, along with a female historian recording everything nearby, it was still her first experience, and she could not help but feel shy

After Shen Du changed into his robe and emerged from the purification chamber, Lu Zhuo knelt on both knees, holding the medicinal soup, and presented it to him. Shen Du drank a bowl of it before walking over to sit down by the bed

Ji Yang's eyelashes fluttered like two small fans rapidly waving, resembling butterflies desperately flapping their wings in an attempt to escape. Her body trembled even more intensely as Shen Du's hand gently caressed her back.

Shen Du looked at the person nestled in his arms, realizing that she had indeed been spoiled and pampered. Originally, he intended to hand her the ointment and leave, but now he had no choice but to patiently scoop out a lump of the salve and apply it to the bruises on her body.

"The prince consort is well." Yusui'er and Luzhu'er hurriedly paid their respects upon seeing Shen Du enter from outside

Shen Du's face was tinged with a hint of crimson from drinking, and there was a trace of fatigue and languor in his expression. He rubbed his brow and walked up to Ji Yang, saying: "I will go wash up first"

Ji Yang wanted to turn her head to reprimand Shen Du, but was gently held in place by Shen Du's hand on her head, with just the right amount of force to prevent her from turning her neck.

It is not entirely their fault for being timid. Although Anle holds the esteemed title of princess, she is married far away, and with the emperor being so distant, if they were to wait for Emperor Su to support them, the grass on their graves would likely grow as high as a person.

At this moment, Ji Yang dared not look into Shen Du's eyes. When Shen Du lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips, Ji Yang felt as if the world was spinning, her breath became labored, and she was almost unable to catch her breath. "I..." In fact, Ji Yang did not even know what she wanted to say.

Meanwhile, Ji Yang was once again sleeping soundly, and Yu Sui'er and the others waited outside for a long time without being called in. Finally, unable to wait any longer, they saw Shen Du had already left, and only then did they muster the courage to push the door open and enter. When they pulled Ji Yang up from the bed, Yu Sui'er and Lu Zhu'er didn't even know where to put their eyes.

After such a commotion, the sky was already bright. Ji Yang allowed Yu Sui'er and Lu Zhu'er to assist her with her grooming. She hurriedly drank a bowl of green stem porridge, did not bother with makeup, and wore the red gown of a bride. She then went to the Jiu Ru Courtyard of Madam Xue with Shen Du, who was waiting outside.

Shen Du shook the jade box in his hand, opened it, and held it under Ji Yang's nose for her to sniff. It was cool and refreshing. He had practiced the Nine Turns of the Fiery Sun Technique for many years and had now reached the eighth turn. Ordinary women could hardly withstand him, and the room was stocked with these ointments.

In this world, some people enjoy being called a prince consort, but there are those who may not appreciate this title. Ji Yang felt a sharp pain in her waist as she was forced by Shen Du to turn over and lie on the bed.

Returning to the inner room, Ji Yang was pulled up by Shen Du. She couldn't help but mutter in annoyance, wondering who was so lacking in perception to dare disturb her. When she opened her eyes and saw that it was Shen Du, she felt both anger and fear, realizing that this person actually had the audacity to treat her in such a manner

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes as clear as water, and Shen Du gazed at Ji Yang, who was breathing heavily, as if admiring a struggling prey

Ji Yang remained stiffly seated at the edge of the bed until her neck began to feel sore, at which point she finally relaxed and had Yu Sui'er quickly massage her a few times

Compared to Ji Yang's nervousness and restraint, Shen Du was clearly at ease. He reached out to hold Ji Yang's delicate hand resting on her knee, and as he gently stroked her fingers with his thumb, he felt her slender fingers tremble slightly beneath his touch

Ji Yang's word "I" had not been fully spoken before it was startled back by Shen Du's subsequent actions. His lips merely lingered at the edge of hers for a moment, like a dragonfly touching the water, before shifting their position downward.

For a moment, Ji Yang could no longer hear any sound in her ears. The attendants quietly withdrew, leaving only the two maidservants beside Shen Du, who stood silently behind the curtain after lowering the drapes in front of the bed for the two of them.

Truly, it is the sound of the young oriole's first cry, each note filled with blood; the slender willow waist bends, shedding drops of tears. The tender and delicate national flower, the peony, is crushed into juice, transformed into a elixir, urging one to swallow it whole, turning into the divine golden crow

Of course, Shen Du usually does not concern himself with such trivial matters, but last night he toyed with the delicate Princess Anle as if she were a courtesan, and he must take care of the aftermath. In fact, Shen Du also feels a bit sorry for this Princess Anle; seeing her tender and fresh, one could easily pinch her and make her weep, yet she is soft yet resilient, delicate and flexible, which makes it difficult for him to restrain himself, inevitably leading to a loss of control.

Poor Ji Yang called out to the heavens, but there was no response; she called out to the earth, yet still no answer. Outside, Qingqing and Zijing were just about to enter to request the two masters to rise, but upon hearing the commotion inside, they immediately halted their steps.

Moreover, Ji Yang is indeed peculiar. While others would typically appear haggard after being tormented for an entire night, she is different. Her complexion is rosy and full, resembling a hibiscus flower that has absorbed plenty of dew, both charming and vibrant, glistening with a moist luster, exuding vitality yet leaning softly.

Ji Yang rubbed her eyes with a hint of grievance as she looked at Shen Du, pouting in dissatisfaction and saying: "Your Highness."

Then Zijing came out of the clean room, her courage slightly increased. She took a few steps to the bedside and lifted a corner of the bed curtain to take a glance inside. There, the Princess Anle was in a deep slumber, her body covered with numerous red marks, which was alarming to behold.

Shen Du cast a glance at the two of them, and Yu Sui'er and Lu Zhu'er did not dare to breathe. Upon hearing him speak, he said: "You may leave first"

Although Ji Yang was exhausted to the point of fainting, she was not actually sleeping soundly. There was an additional person beside her, half of their body pressing down on her, and it would be strange if she could get used to that. However, she was so fatigued that she could barely open her eyelids, so she simply endured it for the night. When the rooster crowed, she impatiently kicked her legs, and the person beside her leaned over again, stretching their long legs to pin her legs down.

She is truly a natural beauty, captivating to the point of leaving one utterly enchanted