Young Master Gao? Call me Little Grand Secretary!

Gao Zhao originally wanted to end this fleeting relationship, but the other party was so sincere that he sent Wang Qing to Kaifeng Prefecture without hesitation.

They've already shown their attitude; if I refuse, it would seem a bit tactless!

Of course, there is another possibility: the woman deliberately tricked him into going there so that he would walk right into her trap.

However, as soon as Gao Zhao thought of the woman's appearance, he immediately scoffed at the idea. He believed that there was true love in the world, and that there were not so many bad people or wicked hearts in the world!

That night, late at night, he came to the back gate of that mansion again, knocked on the gate, and then followed the maid who came to lead the way, and walked all the way to the front of the boudoir.

This time I was much more skilled and experienced, without any of the awkwardness I felt last time.

Pushing open the door, they entered the inner room. Red candles burned brightly, and curtains hung low. The young girl remained seated on the bed. Upon hearing footsteps, her body trembled slightly, and her head drooped.

Gao Zhao coughed lightly, displeased, and said, "I see you are a lady from a respectable family, a well-educated and reasonable person. How can you not even rise to greet a guest who has come from afar!"

The young woman hurriedly rose, stole a glance at him, and quickly bowed gracefully, saying in a voice barely audible, "This humble servant... greets young master!"

"Hmm, get up!" Gao Zhao nodded in satisfaction, walked forward, and saw two wine cups and a pot of wine on the table. He turned to look at the girl and smiled, "Did you prepare this?"

"Hmm..." the girl responded softly, but still dared not look up at him.

Gao Zhao smiled slightly, reached out and put his arm around the girl's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. The girl was so frightened that she cried out softly, but then lay on his chest, not daring to struggle.

"I didn't realize you were so romantic! Are you planning to have a nuptial drink with me?"

Gao Zhao leaned close to her ear and teased her softly. His warm breath brushed against her ear, tickling and tingling, making the girl's heart race and her breathing quicken.

"Answer me! Yes or no?" Gao Zhao tightened his grip again, pressing the two of them even closer together.

The girl was so shy that her pretty face turned bright red, and her neck and ears felt hot. Her whole body felt weak and limp, and she couldn't muster any strength. She could only grit her teeth and nod slightly, which was her way of acquiescing.

Gao Zhao, however, completely denied it, his tone domineering: "I'll give you an answer, say it!"

She was held tightly in Gao Zhao's arms, their chests pressed together, their warm breaths mingling. His deep, teasing voice was in her ear, and the clear, youthful aura emanating from him made her lose her composure and her heart pound like a drum.

"Yes……"

"What is it?"

"I wanted to drink nuptial wine with you..."

The girl's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, delicate and sweet, filled with shyness. She buried her head even deeper, her eyebrows and eyes lowered tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, not daring to look up and meet his gaze.

Gao Zhao, having received a satisfactory answer, loosened his grip on her slender waist and continued to instruct, "Hehe... pour the wine!"

Her heart was still pounding, and she was still feeling hot all over. After being interrogated by him several times, her face was burning hot, and she had lost all of her composure and elegance as a young lady from a respectable family.

Following his instructions, she timidly moved to the table, her jade-like hands trembling slightly, and picked up the elegant porcelain wine pot, slowly filling two white jade wine cups with sake.

The candlelight reflected in the clear wine, creating shimmering light that accentuated her slender, jade-like hands and her spring-like eyes, making her incredibly charming and shy.

She filled both glasses to the brim, picked one up, bowed her head, offered it with both hands, and whispered, "Young master... please have some wine..."

Gao Zhao took the wine but didn't drink it. Instead, he brought it to her lips and said softly, "Since it's nuptial wine, how can you drink it by yourself? Come, my wife, let me feed you!"

The young girl glanced at him shyly, parted her cherry lips slightly, took a sip of wine from the cup, and slowly swallowed it. Then, imitating Gao Zhao, she picked up another cup of wine, her hands trembling slightly as she brought it to his lips, and softly said, "Young Master..."

Gao Zhao didn't speak, but instead shook his head and said, "Hmm? We've already drunk the nuptial wine, and you're still calling me 'Young Master'?"

The girl's already burning cheeks flushed even more, and her shoulders trembled slightly. She pursed her pink lips, stammering for a long while before her soft, barely audible voice, filled with shyness, finally escaped: "Husband... Husband..."

This sound was extremely soft and delicate, intermittent, carrying the unique shyness and burning passion of a young girl, falling into the quiet boudoir, making it exceptionally alluring.

"Good girl!" Gao Zhao reached out and ruffled her hair, his eyes full of teasing. He then stared at her red lips and whispered, "But I don't want to drink the wine in my glass. What do you suggest we do?"

The girl's hands, holding the wine glass, trembled slightly, causing the wine to ripple gently. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

She gently bit her soft lips, her eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and anger. She then withdrew the wine glass, brought it to her lips, and took a light sip. Afterward, she looked up at Gao Zhao and shyly closed her eyes.

Gao Zhao bent down to drink the wine, taking a full half-cup of tea before releasing the panting young woman. Then he sighed softly, "We've already drunk the nuptial wine, it's just a pity I didn't see you in your wedding dress today!"

"I...I have..." the girl blurted out, but as soon as she said it, she realized it was inappropriate, and her voice grew weaker and weaker: "My family has arranged a marriage for me, and they've already prepared my wedding dress..."

Gao Zhao looked at her evasive gaze and said softly, "Then I want to be the first person to see you in your wedding dress, okay?"

"Mmm!" The girl nodded shyly, turned around and took out a complete set of green wedding dress and headdress jewelry from the cabinet.

Gao Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly. In the Song Dynasty, wedding attire emphasized red for men and green for women, from the empress to common women, but the shades of these colors were particular.

The darker the color, the higher the grade. The wedding dress that this woman took out was dark blue, with several pairs of pheasant patterns faintly visible, which was enough to show that she was of extraordinary status!

The shawl was trimmed with purple, paired with a gold pendant, and the hairpin was inlaid with pearls and kingfisher feathers—this was the highest standard for aristocratic families!

While he was pondering, the young woman had already carried her wedding dress behind the screen, preparing to change. Gao Zhao thought for a moment, then followed her in, pulling up a chair and sitting down with an air of authority.

Seeing his posture, the girl understood his intentions. She was immediately overcome with shyness, her heart pounding wildly, and the tips of her ears turning so red they looked like they could bleed.

Looking into Gao Zhao's burning yet teasing eyes, the girl knew that even if she asked him to leave, he wouldn't listen. So she turned around with a blush on her face, undid her clothes, and pretended not to see him!

"Turn around!" Gao Zhao ordered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Watch me change!"

The girl trembled, wanting to refuse, but her body turned around on its own, meeting Gao Zhao's burning gaze as she began to undress.

Everywhere she looked, she could feel the intense heat, which made her feel hot all over.

At that moment, she felt incredibly ashamed, her heart pounding in her chest, yet she also felt a strange mix of excitement and anticipation.

After a long day of work, she finally finished changing into her wedding dress, her hands and feet trembling. Looking up at Gao Zhao, she said in a trembling voice, "I still haven't changed my headdress... I'm afraid it will take some effort..."

"Then don't change it!" Gao Zhao came to her, took a gauze scarf, folded it to cover her eyes, picked her up, and panted, "My wife, it's time for our wedding night!"