On their wedding night, the aloof prince took off his hijab, leaving only the words "get some rest early" before turning around and going to the study to sleep alone.
As a "sinful" concubine who was married on her behalf, Su Qingwan was very clear: in this man-eating house, if she didn't hold onto her husband's thigh, she would only die.
So, she set a most pragmatic goal - to consummate the marriage!
On the first day, she opened the study room with lotus seed soup: "Husband, do you want to consummate the marriage today?"
The prince didn't even raise his head: "It's not round."
The next day, she practiced ogling in front of the mirror and sat directly on his lap: "Husband, can you throw yourself into my arms?"
The tips of the prince's ears turned red: "Go down."
Gu Yanzhi was cold-hearted and had "Don't touch me" written all over his face. But the soup that was delivered was always bottomed out; she was framed by her stepmother, and he secretly used thunderous means to settle everything.
Until she smiled and confessed straight away: "What I like is not a precious thing, it's not that I can't give it to you."
Now, on the surface, the prince is as stable as an old dog, but secretly he has been having indescribable dreams for three days in a row, all of which are filled with her seductive words, "Will the marriage be consummated today?"
His colleagues laughed at him for reading the official document and said, "Yanzhi, you are tempted."
He was so stubborn: "Absolutely impossible!"
But that night when Su Qingwan was really tired and sick and didn't knock on the door.
The prince, who had always been calm and composed, was completely panicked. Holding a cup of warm bird's nest, with his ears red, he blocked the door of her courtyard for the first time.
"Tonight..." His Adam's apple rolled slightly and his voice was terribly hoarse, "Why don't you come and hug me?"
