The new emperor's first decree upon ascending the throne was to forcibly take his cousin as his

The Prime Minister's daughter went missing on her wedding day.

A perfectly healthy person had vanished without a trace, and Prime Minister Ruan ordered a search that would begin overnight.

Sun fainted from crying, and Prime Minister Ruan was also frowning. Ruan Zhaolin and Ruan Zhaoyu were still searching for people outside with their servants, and they did not return until midnight.

Cheng Qing, covered in injuries, was carried back in the evening.

On this joyous day, the sky has fallen.

Outside, chaos reigned, but Ruan Xianrong had fallen asleep at some point. When she woke up, the room was pitch black, with no lights on.

"Silver Sparrow, why aren't the lamps lit?"

No one responded.

Wait, she's getting married today, why didn't anyone wake her up?

"Silver Sparrow?"

The surroundings remained quiet, and the darkness felt like a cage, trapping her inside, making her increasingly uneasy.

The room was pitch black, and she tentatively groped her way forward, only to find the brocade quilt covering her.

He leaned forward, about to take another step, when he suddenly stopped.

Warm breath sprayed on her face, and the sound of breathing was hidden in the darkness. Her heart skipped a beat; someone was in front of her.

She was so close to him that she could even smell the faint scent of alcohol on him.

She froze, her heart beating a fraction faster than before. She tried to back away, placing her palms on her sides, but instead touched a large, well-defined hand.

The hand was warm, right beside her, waiting for her.

I instinctively pulled my hand back, but it was instead grasped.

She tried to pull her hand back, but the force was stronger, and her other hand was also restrained and imprisoned behind her back.

He moved extremely quickly, as if he knew she was going to resist, and pressed closer and closer.

She didn't like this feeling; it was late at night, and someone was staring at her like a ghost. She was really afraid of ghosts.

The room was eerily quiet, and she couldn't help but shudder.

The aura suddenly drew closer.

"Who...who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pressed down onto the couch.

"Hmm..."

In the shadows, the man was grinding his lips hard and forcefully against hers, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

"Mmm..."

His heavy breathing gradually softened, his breath falling on her ear and neck, and his fingertips pressed against her lips, wiping away the remaining lipstick.

In the darkness, she couldn't see anything, and all her senses were magnified infinitely. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move.

"Who are you? I'm getting married soon, I have a husband, let me go!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was bitten on the shoulder.

"Nian Nian".

His voice was deep and suppressed, with a hint of danger lurking in his hoarse tone.

"You're really naughty."

Ruan Xianrong felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar; that voice...

"Do you know how long I've waited for this day?"

The voice drifted over eerily, like a venomous snake coiling around her. Ruan Xianrong was a little frightened. "W-what do you mean?"

She and Xie Chengyan should have no ambiguous relationship, so what is he doing now?

"Your Highness... Your Majesty, I must return to get married..."

Before he could finish speaking, he leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

Their lips were pressed together, sticky and aggressive, as if they wanted to devour everything, showing no sign of stopping.

"Xie Chengyan, let go, let go!"

The more she struggled, the tighter the grip on her became.

She stopped struggling, and the hand indeed loosened its grip slightly.

She reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder, "Cousin..."

Ruan Xianrong softened her tone, "The room is too dark, I... I'm scared."

The person on top of her paused, then actually released her and got up to light the lamp.

Now that she was free and there was light at the table, she sat up, straightened her clothes, and ran towards the door.

I banged on the door a few times, but it wouldn't open no matter what I did.

"Help! Is anyone there? Let me out!"

She knocked on the door for a long time until her hands ached, but no one answered.

She slowly turned around.

Xie Chengyan, dressed in red, stood behind her without interfering.

A smile played on his lips, but his dark eyes were as calm as an icy sea, as if they wanted to drag her into them.

Ruan Xianrong was truly dumbfounded this time. How did things develop like this?

The footsteps drew closer, each step pounding into her heart.

Suppressing my fear, I slowly backed away from the table.

Finally, there was no way to retreat.

Xie Chengyan glanced up at the unfinished folding book on the table and chuckled, "Don't you like it in bed?"

The voice was soft and gentle, yet it sounded like a vengeful ghost: "It's alright here."

She tried to reason with him, "Cousin... my parents are still waiting for me at home, Aqing..."

The moment the name was uttered, the aura around the person in front of him turned several degrees colder.

He remained silent, cupping her chin in his hand and studying her for a long while.

"Niannian is indeed the most beautiful woman in the world."

Unfortunately, he didn't smile; instead, his face showed fear.

"I've already told you, that's not your home, you don't need to go back there anymore."

As he spoke, he removed the hairpins from her head one by one.

Ruan Xianrong couldn't say the rest of her words, staring at him in disbelief.

"You...you're going to lock me up in the palace?"

But why?

The male protagonist in the book loathed Ruan Xianrong, and she never had any other interaction with him.

She couldn't figure it out.

A sudden tightening around her waist pulled her back to reality. With a rise and fall, Xie Chengyan picked her up and placed her on the table.

With a gentle flick of his finger, the bright red belt fell down and finally tied around her wrist.

She grew increasingly panicked. "Xie Chengyan, what exactly are you going to do?"

The lights were dim, and he was backlit, so the emotions in his eyes were not visible.

"By now, doesn't Niannian understand?"

He turned around and poured two glasses of wine. "On our wedding day, we should naturally drink nuptial wine."

One cup was his, and the other was shoved into her bound hands.

She threw the glass away, saying, "If you want to drink, you can drink it all by yourself. I'm not drinking."

He wasn't annoyed and took a sip by himself.

She thought she had given up, but the next second she was forced to raise her head, the wine entered her mouth, and she was forced to drink it.

He whimpered a few times, and the remaining wine dripped from the corner of his mouth.

A cool breath seeped into my clothes, and I couldn't help but flinch as it stimulated my collarbone.

His tongue traced the corner of her lips, finally settling on her earlobe, and he took her earring into his mouth.

Ruan Xianrong couldn't help but yell, "Xie Chengyan, are you sick in the head? Let me go!"

"Niannian, stop thinking about leaving me and stop having these little thoughts. I will never let you leave again."

He kept talking while his hands kept moving.

She refused and screamed as she struggled.

"Xie Chengyan, are you crazy? You can't do this, you can't do this!"

His actions became increasingly brazen, and Ruan Xianrong was truly terrified. "Xie Chengyan, you bastard, let me go, you..."

All sounds were swallowed up, clothes fell to the ground one by one, and the undergarments were crumpled and shaped into his preferred form.

The movements were gentle, yet they showed no tenderness whatsoever when they landed on her.

Although there were no flowers or plants inside, I could still smell the fragrance of flower stamens.

The files on the desk had fallen to the ground and hadn't been tidied up for a long time. The desk swayed slightly, accompanied by a woman's soft moans, making those who listened blush.

Their intertwined figures remained entwined for a long time. All Ruan Xianrong knew was that she was lifted off the table, pressed against the wall, leaned against the window, and finally landed in the soft brocade quilt.

Xie Chengyan's desire remained undiminished, his tall and muscular body heaving as he took from the girl in his arms again and again, ignoring her cries.

Her hair was disheveled, her forehead was already soaked with sweat, and she had no strength left, so she could only let him do whatever he wanted.

She was already fair-skinned, but now her skin was even more rosy, and her usually bright, dreamy eyes had taken on a different color because of him.

Her eyes were red and wet at the corners, and her voice was broken.

But the more decadent and alluring she appeared, the more Xie Chengyan couldn't resist her.

He kept calling her name, "Niannian, Niannian..."

At first, Ruan Xianrong still had the energy to curse, but wave after wave of this left her so tired that her fingers felt weak.

Her dream came true, and it's truly shattered.

If she doesn't stop, she might not see the sun rise tomorrow.

My body swayed in the wind and rain, and I could only cling to the driftwood in front of me for a sense of security.

After an unknown amount of time, in a daze, the man let out a satisfied sigh, and the weight on his body was finally lifted off his shoulders.