Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

A moment later, the imperial physician rushed into the hall and was about to kneel down to pay his respects when Xiao Yiheng waved his hand.

"Forget about formalities, quickly take a look at her."

On the gilded dragon bed lay a beautiful woman with her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed.

The imperial physician lowered his eyes, not daring to look closely, and immediately stepped forward to take her pulse.

Shortly after, the imperial physician bowed and reported back: "Your Majesty, the person on the bed..."

Xiao Yiheng asked anxiously, "What's wrong with her? Is she sick?"

The imperial physician shook his head. "He's not sick, he's drunk..."

Xiao Yiheng was stunned. Was he drunk?

"The person on the bed has a weak and feeble pulse, and there is no sign of illness or pain. He is indeed intoxicated."

Xiao Yiheng recalled the lychee drink. The drink was indeed made by fermenting rice wine, but it was very mild. Ordinary people could drink several cups without any problems.

Unexpectedly, Liu Wenying was not a good drinker and became intoxicated after just a few small cups.

"Your humble servant will immediately prescribe a remedy and prepare a hangover soup. After taking it and resting for a while, you will be perfectly fine."

"Go quickly." Xiao Yiheng waved his hand to dismiss the imperial physician.

The hall returned to silence, with wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner and the night air gentle.

The flickering candlelight made her cheeks flushed, and her drunkenness added a touch of dazed softness to her appearance, completely devoid of her usual composure and efficiency.

It must be said that her quietness is so endearing.

The dragon bed was spacious, with bright yellow curtains hanging down.

Xiao Yiheng sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her for a long time, and finally couldn't help but reach out and touch her earlobe.

She wasn't wearing earrings; her earlobes were small and soft, with a pinkish hue like the tip of a peach.

She seemed to feel itchy, rubbed against the pillow, and mumbled something indistinctly.

Xiao Yiheng chuckled and pinched the tip of her nose again.

This finally woke Liu Wenying up. She opened her eyes, still blurry with drunkenness, and stared blankly at him with her watery gaze.

After looking at him for a while, Liu Wenying laughed: "Xiao Yiheng..."

Her voice was no longer clear and melodious, but rather tinged with a final stickiness.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down forcefully.

Caught off guard, Xiao Yiheng almost pressed his upper body against her, his nose nearly hitting her forehead.

He suddenly remembered the proper etiquette of a gentleman and the need to avoid presumptions, so he raised his hands but did not touch her.

"Wenying, let me go..."

Liu Wenying didn't care about any of that. She was surprisingly strong after getting drunk. She hugged him tightly, pressed her cheek against his neck, and breath brushed against his skin.

Xiao Yiheng froze, his feigned politeness crumbling instantly.

He slowly lowered his hand, gently cupping her shoulders and back, his fingers then restlessly sliding behind her ear, lightly kneading that soft flesh.

She couldn't resist the tickling and squirmed in his arms.

"Xiao Yiheng...stop it..."

Instead of calling him "Your Majesty," address him by his full name.

He loved hearing her call his name; it sounded especially pleasant, with a unique and charming pronunciation.

"Do you still recognize me?" Xiao Yiheng asked.

Liu Wenying nodded, her hair brushing against his chin, tickling him.

He then asked, "So what were we doing before?"

Liu Wenying frowned and thought for a moment before answering haltingly.

"They talked about the expansion of the almshouse, and the various prefectures... and the delicious Sichuan cuisine, and the wonderful drinks..."

During the conversation, she even let out a small burp, her breath filled with the scent of lychee.

Although he stumbled a bit while answering, he got them all right.

Xiao Yiheng's smile deepened. She was drunk, but not to the point of being unconscious.

"Your Majesty, the hangover soup is ready."

Just then, a palace servant's low voice came from outside.

Xiao Yiheng's smile faltered slightly, a hint of displeasure at being abruptly interrupted flashing across his face.

"Put it on the table in the outer room, don't come in."

The palace maids responded and withdrew.

But the enchanting atmosphere of not long ago has faded considerably.

Xiao Yiheng looked down at the person in his arms. She was still clinging to him, her eyes were hazy with drunkenness, her lips were slightly parted and glistening with an alluring sheen.

Once she sobers up and goes back, those people will be around her again.

He was trapped alone within the high walls of the palace, and even seeing her required finding countless excuses.

Xiao Yiheng felt a little uneasy. His thoughts, like the warm fragrance that filled the palace, grew silently and had nowhere to hide.

Give it a try, just give it a try, there's no better opportunity than this...

Xiao Yiheng leaned down, his nose almost touching hers, their breaths mingling.

"Hearing the Oriole".

She gave a blank "hmm," the last syllable rising in pitch, like a kitten's claws scratching at his heart.

He kissed her earlobe, then lingered his kiss down her neck.

Wherever her lips touched, they stirred a subtle tremor.

Liu Wenying felt a tingling sensation and couldn't help but tilt her head back and hum a tune.

The voice, like a spark, instantly ignited Xiao Yiheng's rationality.

At this critical moment, he managed to restrain himself, propped himself up, and looked into her hazy eyes. "Is it okay?"

He asked the question with restraint, but the surging desire in his eyes was enough to devour anyone.

They have already performed the wedding ceremony, though it is not yet complete, but heaven and earth bear witness, and the sun and moon are their witnesses.

The unfinished formalities became the perfect excuse for him to indulge himself with a clear conscience.

Liu Wenying was very drunk and felt unbearably hot.

The coolness emanating from the person in front of her made her feel comfortable.

She nodded dazedly, then wrapped her arms around his neck again.

Having received permission, Xiao Yiheng kissed her lips without hesitation.

The aroma of lychee wine lingered on his lips and teeth, mingling with the ambergris on his body, creating an intoxicating flavor.

The curtains had been torn down at some point, obscuring the view layer upon layer.

The moonlight outside the window gradually deepened, the Milky Way hung low, and a tender night ensued, leading to a natural conclusion.

In the middle of the night, two palace maids quietly carried warm water into the palace.

A moment later, the two bowed and withdrew, one of them carrying a cold bowl of hangover soup.

They exchanged a glance, moved to the corridor, and began to chat quietly in hushed tones.

"Unfortunately, this hangover soup was ultimately of no use."

The other person chuckled softly, "The hangover soup was useless, but the water in the palace was called for a full five times tonight."

The few words vanished into the night with the wind.

The night passed quickly, and dawn broke.

Liu Wenying slowly woke up, feeling a sore and tired feeling all over her body.

Before she could fully recover, a warm and firm arm wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly in its embrace.

Liu Wenying turned over and lay flat on the bed.

The first thing you see is a bright yellow and gold-embroidered canopy top with lifelike flowing cloud and dragon patterns.

Dragon, dragon pattern...?

Suddenly, Liu Wenying's mind exploded, and the scenes from last night flooded into her mind uncontrollably, crystal clear.

She shouldn't have drunk alcohol... Liu Wenying regretted it, but it was too late; what's done is done.

A blush spread across her cheeks and neck, leaving her feeling disoriented and wishing she could disappear into the ground.

The man beside her had also woken up.

Xiao Yiheng's black hair was not tied up, and the collar of his nightgown was open, revealing faint scratch marks on his collarbone.

He rested his chin on his hand, gazing at her with a relaxed and languid expression. "Good morning, Qingqing."

The long-awaited wedding ceremony was finally completed, and all the long-cherished wishes that had lingered in my heart were fulfilled.

There was no trace of resentment left in his eyes, only a gentle contentment and tenderness.

When the low, husky voice reached her ears, Liu Wenying dared not meet his gaze.

She frantically searched for her clothes, but the palace servants had cleaned everything up the night before, and she didn't know where her clothes had been taken.

Xiao Yiheng pulled her back, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"What's the rush? It's still early, why don't we review it one more time?"

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