In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

Seeing her in a daze, Li Yuanchang smiled.

"It's not like we haven't seen it before."

A hint of restrained, suppressed heartache flashed in Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes.

"Back then, you didn't have these scars yet."

Li Yuanchang smiled and said, "It's all in the past."

As he spoke, he put on a pair of shorts and jumped into the hot water.

Water splashed everywhere, covering the floor, but this time Wu Meiniang didn't say anything. Instead, she stood there and kept looking at Li Yuanchang.

It seemed like there was something to say, but they couldn't quite put it into words.

When Li Yuanchang bent down to look for a towel, Wu Meiniang handed him one. Her fierce aura had lessened considerably, and she appeared somewhat subdued.

He frowned slightly: "Where did these injuries come from?"

Li Yuanchang pointed to his palm: "This was left during the suppression of bandits in Liangzhou."

"The knife wounds here appear to have been left in Tuyuhun."

"This place, and this place, is where I almost died in the northern desert."

"And here..."

He recounted them one by one, calmly and casually, even with a smile on his face. He remembered every single scar.

Sudden.

boom!

Wu Meiniang stepped forward and hugged his upper body tightly.

The sudden change in style caught Li Yuanchang off guard, leaving him stunned for a moment. He didn't react at all. When he did, he smiled and patted the back of her head.

She hugged me so tightly that it was hard to breathe.

These past years have been tough for you.

Her voice was already choked with emotion, and she suddenly felt guilty for her sharp tongue.

Li Yuanchang kept smiling. He never expected that what would break the ice between them would be these scars on his body, which showed that Wu Meiniang had never truly turned against him.

We are all the same.

"I know you've had a tough time, and you must have suffered a lot of bullying."

Wu Zetian didn't speak, but hugged him tightly.

With a single effort, Li Yuanchang lifted her from the bucket as if pulling a scallion from dry land.

With a whoosh, hot water gushed out again in large quantities.

The two separated and looked at each other.

Wu Zetian's dress and black hair were completely wet, clinging to her skin and revealing her exquisite curves.

When the pretense is shed, years of longing and emotions surge forth like a flood, destroying all strength, pride, and stubbornness.

Li Yuanchang kissed her.

Wu Zetian responded enthusiastically.

It was more uninhibited and more intense than any kiss from many years ago.

In the steaming hot water, their body temperatures rose steadily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

In just a short while, the fire ignited like dry tinder, and it became completely uncontrollable.

Whoosh!

The sound of water gushing out was enormous.

The two bodies, one strong and the other graceful, one robust and upright, the other naturally elegant, were two extremes, intertwined with each other.

boom!

The soft bed creaked, and water droplets dampened the bedding, but no one cared at that moment.

Li Yuanchang kissed her chin, then her long, jade-like neck, as if he were kissing a work of art.

But the visuals are also incredibly arousing.

Wu Meiniang was breathing rapidly, her face flushed, and she also showed a hint of confused tension.

Stab it!

Her long dress was pulled down completely, revealing the texture of mutton fat jade and her perfect curves.

Wu Zetian had no time to cover herself before she was taken over.

From this point on, a new chapter and a new height have begun in their relationship.

Five years ago in Chang'an, the two did not have a grand wedding and never crossed any lines, only kissing and holding hands.

Now, it has reached the point where it is unsuitable for children.

Wu Meiniang frowned slightly. A strange feeling surged through her body like an electric current, leaving her mind blank and her heart pounding faster.

Snapped……

One of her shoes fell to the ground; her naturally high arched feet perfectly matched the aesthetics of the 21st century.

Her delicate ankle was grabbed by another hand.

"Meiniang," Li Yuanchang's voice was hoarse.

"Um."

Wu Meiniang responded in a trembling voice, as if it were an agreement. She stretched out her right hand, trying to reach the white silk handkerchief hanging on the bed.

But her hands weren't long enough, and no matter how hard she tried, her delicate nails were difficult to touch.

Li Yuanchang reached out and pulled him down.

Wu Meiniang gestured for it to be placed under her.

But Li Yuanchang was only focused on kissing her, so she had to endure the intense itching and try her best to lay down the covers.

The curtains slid down, obscuring Li Yuanchang's broad back and jade-like legs, and pieces of clothing quietly slipped to the foot of the bed.

The two faced each other with complete honesty; this moment was five years overdue.

This is a repressed, restrained love that suddenly erupts.

Even at this moment, the two were still kissing, their bodies intertwined.

It's unclear how much time passed, but Wu Meiniang suddenly burst into tears, her clean, white teeth biting through Li Yuanchang's shoulder.

At that moment, it was as if his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled. Li Yuanchang's mind went blank, and he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

If anyone else had seen this scene, or if Li Zhi and his many suitors had seen it, their Dao hearts would have collapsed!

The proud, aloof, stunningly beautiful, and powerful Wu Zetian revealed her most private secrets to Li Yuanchang.

To outsiders, this is almost impossible.

"..."

The quiet pavilion was bathed in moonlight and mingled with fallen leaves; there was hardly any sound outside.

Only from the distant mountains, the faint sound of a hermit playing a flute could be heard, its melody melodious.

There were rhythmic sounds inside the room, but they couldn't be heard outside.

It took a full quarter of an hour for things to finally quiet down.

The whole room was messy, but filled with a loving atmosphere.

Inside the curtain, Wu Meiniang's nose was close to Li Yuanchang's Adam's apple, her long eyelashes trembled, her face was flushed, and her eyes were somewhat hazy and dreamy.

Li Yuanchang took a deep breath, stroked her smooth, beautiful back, and enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.

Neither of them disturbed the beautiful moment.

The silence lasted for a very long time.

Despite her intense discomfort, Wu Meiniang frowned and took out a box from under her pillow. She opened it in front of Li Yuanchang, revealing the engagement ring inside.

"I took the ring off the carriage on purpose to annoy you."

"I have no romantic feelings for either the Crown Prince or Sanlang."

Li Yuanchang grinned: "I know, I just saw blood."

Wu Meiniang noticed a hint of smugness in his smile and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

Then she reached out her hand.

Li Yuanchang understood, took out the ring, and put it on her finger again.

After putting it on, Wu Meiniang put her hand and Li Yuanchang's hand together, their fingers intertwined, the rings touching.

She offered a kiss, her red lips as luscious and tempting as newly ripe cherries.

After the kiss, their eyes met.

"You finally succeeded."

"You succeeded too," Li Yuanchang teased.

"This is my first time, is it yours? Do you dare say you've never slept with another woman?" Wu Zetian's eyes were sharp, slightly scrutinizing, and she looked at me with the air of an empress.

Li Yuanchang was instantly embarrassed, wishing he hadn't said that.