RNP Page 144
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"He calls it a favor, but as his mother-in-law, I think he's really heartless!"
Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly and said:
"I need not trouble myself with my affairs, Your Highness."
Li Yunrui, with a seductive expression, leaned close to Chen Qingfeng's ear and whispered in his ear:
"The wedding night is just around the corner."
"If they don't know how to satisfy their men, they can come to me anytime."
Hearing Li Yunrui's words, Chen Qingfeng was speechless.
Thinking about it, Li Yunrui really isn't just crazy!
Seeing that Chen Qingfeng did not answer, Li Yunrui chuckled and turned to leave. As she did so, the hem of her skirt brushed against the tips of Chen Qingfeng's boots, leaving behind a faint fragrance.
After the princess left, Chen Qingfeng didn't think much of it and looked around at the bridal chambers on the east and west sides.
"Ruoruo is in the east wing, and Wan'er is in the west wing."
"They were all married on the same day, and there was no distinction between principal wife and concubine."
"In that case, why not... go together?"
After thinking it over, Chen Qingfeng didn't delay and immediately got up and went to the east wing.
Upon sensing Chen Qingfeng's arrival, Duan Linglong, who was sitting on the bed, appeared somewhat nervous.
"Ruo Ruo, I'll take you somewhere."
Chen Qingfeng stepped forward and pulled Fan Ruoruo up.
Before long, the two arrived at the west wing.
Lin Wan'er sat on the bed and felt a little nervous after hearing Chen Qingfeng's footsteps.
"My husband, you...you've come!"
She said it softly.
At this moment, Fan Ruoruo's black hair cascaded down the mandarin duck pillow like a waterfall, and her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows under her eyes.
Her slender, jade-like fingers loosely gripped the brocade quilt at 15 cents, her knuckles still faintly pink, a result of her gripping too tightly when she was nervous.
Her fair shoulders were partially exposed, and the red marks left by Chen Qingfeng in the past could be faintly seen.
Like plum blossoms falling on snow, beautiful but not gaudy.
Chen Qingfeng nodded and pulled Fan Ruoruo to sit down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm here, and Ruoruo is here too!"
Red candles were lit, and Chen Qingfeng lifted the veils of the two brides.
Fan Ruoruo's cheeks flushed, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, yet she still looked up to meet his gaze.
Lin Wan'er smiled slightly, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at Chen Qingfeng.
This is the first time we've been together like this tonight, and while I feel a little ashamed, I also feel a strange thrill.
However, when Lin Wan'er and Fan Ruoruo realized that they were sitting on the same bed, they immediately became shy.
Seeing that both women were blushing, Chen Qingfeng said with a smile:
"Ruoruo, Wan'er!"
Why are you all shy?
"Come on, let's drink the nuptial wine first!"
As he spoke, Chen Qingfeng pulled the two women up and led them to the table.
Chen Qingfeng picked up the nuptial wine, his eyes deep: "From today onwards, we will never leave each other, and we will grow old together!"
Upon hearing what Chen Qingfeng said, both Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan'er looked tender.
After drinking the nuptial wine, Chen Qingfeng smiled mischievously and said:
"We've already had our wine, and it's getting late. Ladies, shall we..."
Before Chen Qingfeng could finish speaking, Lin Wan'er suddenly interrupted him:
"Husband."
"You...you mean...I...I'll be with Ruoruo tonight...tonight..."
Seeing that Lin Wan'er hesitated for a long time without finishing her sentence, Chen Qingfeng stretched out his hands and directly embraced the beauty's soft waist.
After saying that, Chen Qingfeng pulled Lin Wan'er and Fan Ruoruo along.
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On the other hand, after leaving Chen Garden, Emperor Qing did not return to the palace, but instead went to Taiping Villa.
Last night in the palace, he was awakened by a nightmare.
In the dream, Ye Qingmei's ghost returned, and with a single palm strike, she pierced through his body and ripped out his bloody heart.
Even now, thinking about it still makes Emperor Qing feel lingering fear.
Soon, Emperor Qing arrived at Taiping Villa again.
He carried a flask of wine, stood before Ye Qingmei's grave, and said softly:
"Qingfeng is already married."
He married two wives, one was Fan Jian's daughter, and the other was Lin Ruofu's daughter.
"If you were still alive, you probably wouldn't understand why Fan Jian's daughter would marry our son, would you?"
"He even managed to claim kinship with her."
After saying this, Emperor Qing picked up the wine pot and took a few big gulps.
"This child has already started a family and established a career. I have appointed him as the Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies, and he will soon be sent as an envoy to the Northern Qi."
"Don't worry about the other child, I'll take care of him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Qing picked up the wine pot again and took several more big gulps.
However, even after swallowing the strong liquor, Emperor Qing still felt a chill in his heart.
"call!"
After taking a deep breath, Emperor Qing did not linger at the tomb.
He yawned, feeling a bit sleepy.
Soon, Emperor Qing lay down alone on the purple bamboo couch that Ye Qingmei loved most and fell asleep.
The crescent moon outside the window cast dappled bamboo shadows onto the dragon robe.
Half a pot of strong liquor rolled onto the side of the bed, soaking the open copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber".
In a daze, the bed curtains moved without any wind.
Emperor Qing vaguely saw what appeared to be a figure standing beside his bed.
He slowly reached out and pulled back the bed curtains, only to see Ye Qingmei standing in front of the bed in a white dress.
He wore a golden phoenix hairpin that he had made himself, but the tip of the hairpin dripped not pearls but blood.
"Little Li, you're awake!"
Our children... are better than you!
Ye Qingmei smiled gently at Emperor Qing, her fingertips tracing the furrowed brow of his face, and then said:
"You kill me once, and he can kill you... a million times over!"
The next moment, Emperor Qing's dream suddenly distorted.
But then, all the memorials on the table had turned into pages from "Dream of the Red Chamber," and Jia Baoyu was pointing at him and saying, "Traitor to the country, corrupt official."
"Boom!"
Immediately afterwards, fluorescent vines sprouted from the cracks in the bricks underground, wrapped around Emperor Qing's ankles, and dragged him in front of a bronze mirror.
Emperor Qing looked up and saw that his reflection in the mirror was gradually becoming unrecognizable.
At this moment, Ye Qingmei's voice came:
“Look at you!”
"The dragon throne devours people, until... you're just an empty shell."
After saying that, Ye Qingmei's laughter turned extremely shrill, and her eyes were filled with tears of blood.
"Ah!"
Emperor Qing roared as he woke up from his sleep, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his entire body soaked in perspiration.
His shout startled Hong Sixiang, who rushed over immediately.
"His Majesty?"
Immediately afterwards, a large number of imperial guards and sentries poured out from all directions, each one of them as if facing a formidable enemy!
"Huff... huff!"
Emperor Qing gasped for breath, not answering Hong Sixiang, but instead his brows furrowed and he said fiercely, "You are already dead!"
These words left the guards and sentries standing nearby completely bewildered.
Hong Sixiang, however, realized that Emperor Qing was probably dreaming about Ye Qingmei again.
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at the same time.
The Imperial Palace, Hanguang Hall.
The sweet fragrance had faded, the night breeze still gently caressed the air, and an atmosphere of peace and tranquility filled the palace.
On an exceptionally luxurious bed lay an elderly woman with white hair, covered with a thin silk quilt.
It was the Empress Dowager, who had already fallen asleep.