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A splash of water rose from the bathtub.

The next instant, a long arm wrapped around his waist, catching his falling body.

When Song Qingning came to her senses, she was already in Xie Xuanjin's arms, her face pressed against his strong chest. The sound of his pounding heartbeat reached Song Qingning's ears through his damp inner shirt.

Song Qingning seemed to hear again the repeated cries of "My wife, my wife" from her wedding night dream.

The air seemed to have been silent for a long time.

The sound of my heart pounding in my ears grew stronger and more disordered.

The voice calling in my mind seemed to grow stronger with each heartbeat, tender, longing, until it became madness.

For a moment, Song Qingning felt as if the voice was calling her.

Each sound seemed to pull her soul into a giant vortex.

"Qingning..."

Xie Xuanjin called her softly, his voice hoarse, mixed with the sound of his heartbeat, seeping into the repeated "My wife" in his mind, pulling Song Qingning back from that vortex.

Song Qingning looked up in a daze and met the burning gaze in Xie Xuanjin's eyes.

"Your Highness, you..."

When Song Qingning spoke, Xie Xuanjin pressed his face down against her forehead, his heat intense.

Xie Xuanjin tried his best to be patient.

He was absolutely certain that the effects of the medication on his body had been suppressed, and it was his inner desires that were out of control.

She was already his queen, and he could rightfully possess her, but he wanted more than just her body; he wanted her heart as well.

For a marriage to be consummated, she must be willing and have him in her heart.

But when will he be in her heart?

His queen was too oblivious to emotions.

Even knowing that the reason for this slowness was due to external factors, Xie Xuanjin was still somewhat frustrated and anxious.

Perhaps he should have been more despicable.

As if guided by fate, Xie Xuanjin's voice was low and hoarse, "Qingning, I want to be your husband in name and in fact!"

In his dreams, he harbored this obsession.

He explained it so clearly, Song Qingning couldn't possibly not understand.

She was mentally prepared for marriage; whether it was a real marriage or a fake one, she would accept it calmly.

Xie Xuanjin regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

One should not allow desires and baseness to defile...

"Then let's be a real couple!"

Just as Xie Xuanjin was about to retract his words spoken in a moment of passion, Song Qingning's voice rang out.

Xie Xuanjin was taken aback.

The thought of retreating lingered in my mind.

After confirming several times, he realized that Song Qingning had indeed said, "Then let's be husband and wife in name and in fact," and it wasn't just his imagination.

It was as if a pair of hands had completely shattered his remaining rationality and self-control.

Xie Xuanjin possessed his body and kissed his queen.

Inside the bathroom, the tension gradually intensified.

After an unknown amount of time, as darkness fell, Song Qingning regained her senses and found herself in the bridal chamber.

No candles were lit in the room.

The room was completely dark, yet the memory of what had just happened became even clearer.

That was absolutely insane!

Scenes from her memory flashed through her mind, each one making Song Qingning's cheeks burn. She was thankful that there was no candlelight in the room; the darkness could perfectly conceal her current embarrassment.

In the darkness, the long arm reached out again.

Song Qingning's body stiffened slightly. "Has the effect of the medicine worn off yet?"

How many times has this happened?

Her body was practically falling apart; what kind of medicine did Xie Yuzhen use?!

A hint of guilt flashed in Xie Xuanjin's eyes, and he blamed himself for his insatiable appetite.

She was a virgin.

There's still a long road ahead; he shouldn't have become so enamored with it that he lost all self-control.

As if to conceal his previous intentions, Xie Xuanjin used the hand that had reached out to support himself on the bed, and nimbly rolled over over Song Qingning.

A rustling sound came from the darkness.

Xie Xuanjin is getting dressed.

Song Qingning let out a shallow breath; it seemed the effects of the medicine had worn off.

Feeling as if her body had been run over by a carriage, Song Qingning thought of her mother's birthday today. She had originally planned to return to the Prince's Mansion to check on Xie Xuanjin's situation before turning back.

With so many guests today, I wonder if Mother will be able to manage.

She knocked Song Qingyan unconscious; she wondered if Song Qingyan would cause trouble again when she woke up.

And Xie Yuzhen...

Song Qingning should get up and go back to the Marquis's residence, but she really didn't have the strength to get up. She let the weariness come over her and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The light from outside shone in, making the room bright.

The slightest sound was enough for the four palace maids, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, to hear the commotion outside the door. They knocked on the door and pushed it open to enter.

"Your Highness, you're awake."

As usual, the men helped her wash and change, but when Song Qingning couldn't see them, their expressions became more ambiguous.

After washing up, Hongling led her maids to set out a breakfast table.

In the past, we would dine in the flower hall with Xie Xuanjin.

Thinking of Xie Xuanjin, Song Qingning casually asked, "Where is the Prince?"

"The prince went to the training ground early this morning," Hongling said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than footsteps were heard outside the door, and a moment later, Xie Xuanjin entered the room.

He was dressed in thin clothes, with a brocade robe cinched at the waist, and his posture was upright.

Song Qingning looked up, and memories of yesterday flooded back.

Fortunately, she quickly suppressed those memories, bowed, and calmly took her seat to have breakfast with Xie Xuanjin.

Song Qingning was thinking about returning to the Marquis's residence later to see if things had gone smoothly since she left yesterday, when she heard Xie Xuanjin's low voice:

"Yesterday was my mother-in-law's birthday banquet, and everything went smoothly afterwards, so you don't need to worry."

Song Qingning frowned.

He sent someone to ask?

Just as I made this guess, Hongling, who was standing nearby, said:

"The prince returned to the marquis's residence last night. At that time, the banquet had not yet ended. The prince, the marquis, and the young master greeted the guests together and saw them all off before returning to the prince's residence."

Hongling was surprised that only the prince returned to the Marquis's residence, but the princess was nowhere to be seen.

Back at the Prince's mansion, she heard Chunxiaqiudong excitedly talking about something, and after understanding what they were saying, she suddenly realized what was going on.

The prince dotes on his princess and also cares about the marquis's mansion.

Song Qingning glanced at Xie Xuanjin with surprise.

His expression remained calm and composed.

Just as Song Qingning was about to thank him, Uncle Tan came in to report, "Your Highness, Your Highness, the carriages to the palace are ready. After Your Highness and Your Highness have breakfast, you may depart."

Today is not a day for the usual greetings.

Song Qingning immediately understood Xie Xuanjin's purpose in entering the palace.

Shen Wan'er's schemes against Xie Xuanjin yesterday are not over yet.

And Xie Yuzhen...

Song Qingning lowered her eyes, ate breakfast, and then entered the palace with Xie Xuanjin.

Upon arriving at the palace gate, they encountered Duke Shen and Shen Wan'er.

Throughout the journey, Xie Xuanjin held Song Qingning's hand the whole time. When she got off the carriage, he also carefully helped her, treating her with utmost care, as if she were a precious treasure.

The couple glanced at them only once before heading straight into the palace.

The sight of them standing side by side, their backs to each other, stung Shen Wan'er's eyes, causing a dull ache.

"Song Qingning...what right does she have?!" Shen Wan'er gritted her teeth fiercely.

She couldn't figure out where things went wrong yesterday.

My father said that the servant must have been given to her by Xie Xuanjin!

He must have entered the palace today to ask the Emperor for permission to marry her off to that servant!

She had loved him for years, how could he be so cruel?!

Shen Wan'er clenched her fists, her heart filled with intense hatred. "Father, can Aunt really help me?"

The aunt she mentioned was Consort Shen.

She cannot marry a servant.

I thought about it all night and finally came up with a solution.

Even if she can't force Xie Xuanjin to marry her, she can still get Song Qingning convicted!

"The Emperor cares most about Consort Shen! Her spirit in heaven will grant our wish!" Duke Shen said confidently.

At this time.

Song Qingning and Xie Xuanjin passed by the palace of Consort Shen.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Qingning shivered.

She looked at the tightly closed palace gates, and, as if remembering something, asked curiously, "What kind of person is Consort Shen?"