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On the first day of her wedding, Emerald Flower's heart was already racing with excitement.
She had prepared herself, shedding layers until she resembled a boiled egg, lying in the red canopy, eagerly anticipating Leng Qinghuai being wrapped up like a rice dumpling and brought to her for her enjoyment.
Gulping down a pot of wine, she recalled the saying that wine emboldens heroes. She feared that if she saw the pure and pristine Leng Qinghuai and frowned, she might faint from happiness.
The red candles in Golden Phoenix Palace flickered joyfully, filling the room with an intoxicating fragrance.
However, Emerald Flower's delicate face was clouded with frustration. She wanted to sing out loud, "Darling, I've waited so long that the flowers have wilted!" But as the words formed on her lips, they turned into an angry shout.
"Consort, do you wish to see me play with fire and provoke the lords?"
With a creak, the door of Golden Phoenix Palace swung open. Dressed in white, Leng Qinghuai entered, bringing with him a refreshing scent of lotus.
Emerald Flower swallowed hard and quickly nestled into her blankets, thinking to herself, "Consort, it’s getting late; let’s rest."
Yet Leng Qinghuai seemed not to hear her. He walked straight to the table, poured himself a jug of wine, and began to sip leisurely.
Emerald Flower felt her cheeks flush. She thought that perhaps her dear Consort was just shy. So she decided to let him drink a few cups first to warm himself up before making any advances.
An hour passed, and the eastern sky began to lighten.
Emerald Flower's intoxication had faded. With a hint of sorrow in her gaze, she stared at Leng Qinghuai and said, "Consort, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold..."
Leng Qinghuai ignored her, not even glancing in her direction.
Unable to contain her desire any longer, she wrapped herself in the bedsheet and pounced at Leng Qinghuai like a fierce little beast.
“Roar… Ahhh…”
The eunuchs on duty heard the commotion and hurriedly pushed the door open, only to find Emerald Flower awkwardly perched on a large stone, tears streaming down her face.
“Leng Qinghuai, you scoundrel! How dare you toy with me!”
The eunuchs couldn’t help but stifle their laughter at the sight. It seemed this Grand Master was truly remarkable, rising above the muck without being tainted!
The next day, with dark circles under her eyes from a sleepless night, Emerald Flower yawned as she passed by Leng Qinghuai's Ziyang Palace. She noticed the maidservants standing at the entrance and quickly asked, “What is the National Master doing?”
“The National Master does not like others attending to him while he bathes.”
“Bathing?!” Images of handsome men bathing flooded Emerald Flower's mind—Leng Qinghuai tossing his long black hair, droplets of water cascading down his smooth skin.
The scene was simply too… stunning!
Emerald Flower covered her nose and rushed into the room, only to be met with a thick fog that obscured her vision. She had no idea what kind of sorcery Leng Qinghuai was using.
“Consort, I wish to take a bath with you,” she said with a mischievous grin.
A cold voice echoed from somewhere, "Take another step closer, and you will die a gruesome death."
How venomous! Fortunately, she still had a trick up her sleeve.
She felt around for the clothes of Leng Qinghuai that were placed by the screen, and stealthily sprinkled some powder on them, muttering to herself, "National Master, tonight I will make you feel ecstasy beyond imagination."
She covered her mouth, stifling her laughter.
It turned out that those who commit evil ultimately meet their demise.
When Emerald Flower once again stripped herself down to the point of looking like a poached egg, she waited all night but did not see Leng Qinghuai. Instead, she was greeted by her maid Xiao Yun, whom she had planted in Ziyang Palace. Xiao Yun extended her swollen fingers, resembling sausages, for Emerald Flower to see.
"Your Majesty, you must take a look at what happened to my hand!"
"You didn't... wash the National Master's clothes today, did you?"
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