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Xie Xuanjin did not want to force Song Qingning.

In his heart, their marriage was not some agreement or contract; he married Song Qingning to be her true husband and wife.

But for them to be a true couple, she also needs to be willing.

He knew her heart wasn't with him, at least not now.

Xie Xuanjin turned to leave.

Uncle Tan's voice came:

"Your Highness should consider the Princess Consort's feelings. If Your Highness doesn't enter the bridal chamber on our wedding night, those who are not discerning will think that the Princess Consort is not favored and will look down on her."

Xie Xuanjin stopped in his tracks.

Uncle Qin continued to explain the pros and cons to him:

"If this gets out, it will further damage the princess's reputation. Inevitably, some blind people will gossip, and rumors will be detrimental to the princess."

"The princess was switched at birth by villains. She was a legitimate daughter of a marquis, but she was tormented and suffered countless hardships."

Uncle Qin raised his hand and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

"She could have lived a life of pampered luxury in the capital, like other noble ladies, cherished by her parents. But that Lady Liu forced her to join the army in place of her cousin at the age of fourteen, when the princess was not even of marriageable age yet!"

"Your Highness knows best how dangerous the battlefield is. The Princess has suffered countless injuries. Those military merits were earned with blood and lives."

"Fortunately, we have already overcome many obstacles. Even this old servant cannot bear to see the Princess Consort swayed by rumors any longer..."

Uncle Qin felt sorry for Song Qingning, and there seemed to be real tear stains on his cheeks.

His words struck a chord with Xie Xuanjin.

What Uncle Qin said is not without reason.

After a long pause, he spoke, "I'll go in."

Uncle Qin's eyes lit up immediately. Before Xie Xuanjin could say anything more, Uncle Qin knocked lightly on the door and then ran away in a flash.

The candlelight in the room lit up, and the silhouette of a woman was cast through the window, getting closer and closer to the door.

Xie Xuanjin turned around, and the thought of leaving was completely extinguished in his daze.

Song Qingning was not asleep.

As soon as she heard the knocking, she knew it was Prince Huai.

She paused for only a moment before getting up and opening the door.

In the darkness, the door creaked open, and a tall figure appeared outside. The clear moonlight shone on him, making his cold and resolute face even more handsome.

"Asleep?" Xie Xuanjin asked first.

No, no.

I was supposed to be asleep, but after lying in bed for a long time, I couldn't fall asleep.

She thought that Prince Huai would not come to the bridal chamber again tonight, but it seems that she misunderstood. When he said during the day that "there is no need to follow the rules", it did not include the "wedding chamber".

Xie Xuanjin strode into the room with his long legs.

The aroma of alcohol mixed with his pleasant woody scent wafted over, momentarily stunning Song Qingning, while Xie Xuanjin had already walked towards the bed.

I felt inexplicably nervous.

But Song Qingning quickly calmed down.

She closed the door and turned around to see Xie Xuanjin standing a few steps away from the bed.

"I will stay in the bridal chamber tonight."

A deep voice came from behind.

It's perfectly normal for the groom to stay overnight in the bridal chamber on their wedding night.

"Mm," Song Qingning replied.

Perhaps her response was too calm, because the voice added, "There are always blind people out there. I don't want any gossip to spread outside."

"Um."

Song Qingning understood what he meant.

On their wedding night, if the husband doesn't enter the bridal chamber, it's not only embarrassing for the bride, but it also makes people think that the couple is not getting along.

In her past life, Jiang Sheng abandoned her on their wedding night, and it was inevitable that even the servants of the Jiang family would mock her for not being able to keep a man and disrespect her.

She had prepared herself mentally.

Whether she is the Princess Consort of Huai or a real or fake husband, she can accept it.

She didn't want to waste her energy on gossip from outsiders.

The Prince of Huai cooperated with her; being coy would have seemed inappropriate.

She thought about her duties as a princess and the wedding night procedures. He was still wearing his wedding robes. Should she help him undress next?

Song Qingning stepped forward.

She was very familiar with the man's clothes.

Even though she's never taken off clothes for anyone else, she can handle it with ease.

When Song Qingning arrived in front of Xie Xuanjin, her first step was to take off his outer robe. She was so focused on undressing that she didn't even look at Xie Xuanjin's face.

They didn't even notice the stunned and nervous look on Xie Xuanjin's face.

The moment of stunned silence and nervousness lasted only a moment. Then, watching her carefully undress as if he were a military treatise or an official document, Xie Xuanjin quickly concealed the desolation in his eyes, and a hint of a smile appeared in them.

Xie Xuanjin straightened up and cooperated by letting her undress him.

She seemed to want to see if she could truly remain calm and unmoved when faced with his "military treatise" and "official document," and wholeheartedly treat him as an inanimate object.

Song Qingning's face remained calm.

First came the outer garment, then the belt, and the inner garment was open, so Song Qingning was still momentarily dazzled by what was inside.

Having practiced martial arts for many years, his physique is not only good, but extremely superior.

But Song Qingning's thoughts quickly drifted elsewhere.

Should I take off my undershirt?

Take it off.

It's easier to put on your nightgown after taking it off, as for what happens next...

Song Qingning reached out her hand, her target being her inner garment. She only wanted to touch it, being very careful and remaining calm. However, she was still slightly burned by the heat emanating from the inner garment.

Before she could retract her hand, the person who had been standing firmly like a pine tree took a step back.

The two stood apart, with Song Qingning's hand still raised.

"???" Song Qingning looked up.

There was nothing else in his eyes but doubt.

I wonder what he's hiding from.

Xie Xuanjin didn't know why he was hiding from her; he only felt that the moment she touched him, he had already lost control of himself.

He had originally intended to see when she would stir up trouble, but unexpectedly, he became afraid first.

I'm afraid that if this continues, I won't be able to wait until she's willing to give in.

Xie Xuanjin strode to the bed, grabbed a quilt, and turned to walk to the soft couch beside him. "You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep here."

"..."

Coming to her senses, Song Qingning understood.

He came back not to consummate the marriage, but to share a room with someone else, still putting on a show for outsiders.

That's good too!

Song Qingning saw Xie Xuanjin quickly get onto the bed, close his eyes, and soon his breathing became even.

Song Qingning thanked him softly, but then felt that the thank you sounded a bit abrupt.

She shook off her thoughts, extinguished the candle, went back to bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Moonlight streamed through the window, making the jade pendant on her chest glow softly.

That night, Song Qingning, who rarely dreams, had a dream. In the dream, it was a wedding, a grand and spectacular one, very much like today's wedding, yet she was certain it wasn't today's wedding.

I didn't see the bride in my dream, it seemed like there was only the groom.

At first, the picture was very blurry, and Qinglang's face was not even visible.

Later, it became clearer. The eyebrows, the features, the figure—wasn't that Xie Xuanjin?!

In her dream, Xie Xuanjin stood facing her.

His features were delicate and refined, and his eyes held not only a smile but also weariness, the joy of a groom, and a hint of bitterness.

In short, it's extremely contradictory.

At the end of the dream, she heard Xie Xuanjin in her dream calling out "My wife, my wife" over and over again.

"Xie Xuanjin!" Song Qingning suddenly woke up.

I opened my eyes to find the room brightly lit.

Its daybreak.

When she tried to recall the strange dream, she couldn't remember any of the details. Only the repeated "My wife, my wife" echoed in her mind.

This dream was really strange!

Who is the "my wife" that Xie Xuanjin called out to?

Just as Song Qingning's doubts began to arise, she heard a voice coming from the soft couch:

"Your Highness, did you call me?"

Song Qingning looked over and met Xie Xuanjin's eyes.