“It looks more like she’s been drugged.”

Lu Weimian was extremely guilty. She had sensed Feng Xingyuan’s probing since earlier, so she confessed, “Actually, actually, I knew someone had put something in the wedding wine, I’d rather drink it myself…”

Feng Xingyuan thoughtfully understood her reaction, “Knowing that there’s aphrodisiac in it and still drinking it, Madam really wants to consummate the marriage?”

Aphrodisiac?!

Lu Weimian’s head buzzed, staring blankly at the empty wine cup in front of her.

Wasn’t this the Broken Yuan Powder the Crown Prince gave her?

How could it be an aphrodisiac?

What does this mean?

After a long while, Lu Weimian uttered a halting sound, “Ah?”

Feng Xingyuan replied with a light, raised tone, “Hmm?”

“I… I didn’t know it was…” Lu Weimian belatedly felt her heart pounding, her body’s heat intensified in an instant, she subconsciously grabbed the bed curtains, “I…”

How could she know? This wasn’t Broken Yuan Powder at all, it was an aphrodisiac.

This was even worse than poison; at least with poison she could spit out some blood and Feng Xingyuan might believe she truly wanted to live a good life with him because she had tasted the poison for him.

Lu Weimian looked at the person beside her in bewilderment, feeling like crying from the injustice.

There were only the two of them in the room, and it would have been reasonable for them to consummate their marriage at this moment.

But she had just coaxed him into saying that she was willing to get married, and then she immediately wanted to consummate the marriage, which was rather frivolous and deliberate.

It made it seem like she was seducing him, with some ulterior motive.

The girl in her bright red wedding dress looked at the equally wedding-clad young man with helpless eyes like autumn water.

This sight, in the man’s eyes, was difficult to distinguish between grievance and desire.

Feng Xingyuan didn’t know whether he was kindly giving her a way out or deliberately teasing her, “In that case, I do believe Madam is willing to marry me.”

Lu Weimian couldn’t stand his slow and deliberate tone; every word seemed to torment her sensitive nerves.

Instinctively, she pulled his hand, “Can you help me?”

He looked at her, feigning ignorance, “How to help?”

Lu Weimian choked, the insects gnawing at her causing her to babble, “Any way is fine.”

Feng Xingyuan saw her fingers entwined with his palm, and gently but distantly pried them apart, “Then please, Madam, bear with it for a while, I’ll have someone send medicine.”

After saying that, he left the room.

Only after he left did Lu Weimian completely lose her strength.

Fortunately, the medicine arrived quickly.

Lu Weimian was spared from losing face.

Mu Yun didn’t know what was wrong with her, she could only see a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her cheeks were heavily rouged.

It was as if she had a fever, but after drinking the medicine sent by her husband, she felt much better.

Lu Weimian weakly allowed Mu Yun and Mu Yu to remove her hair ornaments.

She didn’t know how many times she cursed Mu Qingci in her heart.

Mu Yun looked outside, and asked doubtfully, “Miss… oh no, Madam, will the husband come back?”

Lu Weimian slumped on the table, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s, “Don’t worry about him, worry about me.”

It was so embarrassing.

She could accept getting drunk and unconscious or being poisoned, but how could she rush forward to drink a cup of aphrodisiac.

It was so deliberate.

Feng Xingyuan must think she’s very improper.

Mu Yun and Mu Yu, without thinking, knew that the first conversation between this forced couple didn’t go well.

They didn’t dare to say much about this matter, only advising, “It’s good that the husband left, Miss, you can relax.”

Lu Weimian moved her lips, but ultimately didn’t say anything.

In front of a pair of bright red wedding candles, the wedding canopy was lowered, shrouding the figure on the bed. Lu Weimian looked at the empty wine cup nearby with annoyance.

So the Crown Prince drugged Feng Xingyuan’s wine, not because he was worried that she wouldn’t consummate the marriage.

But to make them consummate the marriage as soon as possible, so he could use pillow talk to help him investigate Feng Xingyuan?

Shameless!

Fortunately, Feng Xingyuan was a righteous gentleman.

Lu Weimian angrily turned over in bed.

In the bedroom, an announcement came from outside the room, and Xu Hua came in to deliver milk.

Lu Weimian had the habit of drinking milk before bed, so she allowed Xu Hua to come in.

Xu Hua brought the warmed milk to Lu Weimian’s bedside and stood beside her, rubbing her hands.

Lu Weimian finished drinking and didn’t see her leave, so she looked up.

Xu Hua looked around and whispered, “Madam, have you forgotten something…”

Lu Weimian didn’t understand.

Xu Hua spoke more directly, “For example, sending a message home?”

Lu Weimian suddenly remembered that Xu Hua was hinting at the letter she had written to the Crown Prince.

Lu Weimian stopped her, perfunctorily saying, “I just got married today, and I’ll be going back home in three days, I don’t need to send a message home.”

“Besides, since I’ve married into Feng’s residence, I won’t be associating with people I shouldn’t be associating with.”

Xu Hua was about to ask again when Lu Weimian pulled up the bed curtains, lay down in bed, and didn’t intend to reply.

Xu Hua could only give up and leave.

Before leaving, she looked around to see if there were any prepared letters.

But there was nothing.

Lu Weimian pricked up her ears, and as soon as she heard Xu Hua leave, she sat up straight and got out of bed.

Right, she had forgotten to deal with that letter.

Even if she didn’t look at it, she remembered how shameful that letter was.

The entire letter was full of her foolish girlish feelings for the Crown Prince.

Lu Weimian quickly got out of bed, trying to destroy the evidence.

She found the wedding clothes she had changed out of, touched her sleeve, and her palm was empty!

Lu Weimian paused, searched again, and was instantly thunderstruck!

Where was her letter?!

Her very important letter?!

*

Outside, the solitary lamp and moon hung high.

The guests who had come to the wedding banquet had mostly left, and the courtyard was filled with swaying tree shadows, becoming darker.

Occasionally, there were red lanterns illuminating the path, but they unexpectedly brought a somewhat gloomy atmosphere.

This was an imperial marriage, and most of the guests who came tonight were prominent figures in the capital. Even those who were unwilling to come to Feng’s residence had to be treated with courtesy.

Feng’s second wife was dissatisfied, “That little brat really owes us.”

The middle-aged man beside her greeted guests one by one, supporting his aching waist without saying a word.

The second wife pulled him, “Don’t play deaf, the emperor’s reward was only that much. Today’s wedding, we’ve all lost money, that little brat doesn’t remember our kindness in raising him, and he made us work hard to entertain the guests, how can this be?”

“Just say less since it’s an imperial marriage.” The man was also unhappy, “I had calculated before, if he died on the battlefield, the rewards and merits would all be ours, who knew he came back alive. I said, how could his cheap life be so tough.”

When another guest passed by, the couple immediately resumed their amiable faces.

They politely greeted, “Master Zhang, Master Zhang, please go slowly.”

Now that the emperor believed in ghosts and gods, Master Zhang of the Imperial Observatory held a prominent position in the court, and many people came to toast and chat with him at tonight’s banquet.

And this marriage was also orchestrated by Master Zhang.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to marry into such a wealthy family like the Lu family.

The second wife picked up the conversation, “I told you to get rid of him earlier, but you hesitated and didn’t dare to move.”

“How could I get rid of him, he’s someone who survived the battlefield,” Feng He pondered, “But the new wife’s family is quite wealthy, perhaps there are some benefits.”

Seeing that most of the guests had left, and Master Zhang was the last one, they also turned and went back to the house.

Master Zhang had drunk quite a bit at tonight’s banquet and walked unsteadily, having to be supported by his servant.

The servant was pulled by him and walked unsteadily, “You’ve had too much to drink.”

“Nonsense,” Master Zhang waved his hand, “I haven’t had too much.”

He confidently pushed away the servant, walked unsteadily with his hands behind his back, looked up at the cloudy sky, and said with a thick tongue, “Today, the celestial signs are not good.”

Suddenly, a clear and cold voice came from behind him, “Didn’t you say that this marriage is a heavenly match, and it must be held today, why are the celestial signs not good?”

“Shh,” Master Zhang turned his head, squinting his drunken eyes and making a silencing gesture, “How could that monster with ghost eyes have a heavenly match, but it’s true that the noble one has other arrangements.”

“Noble one?”

Master Zhang laughed again, “I can’t tell you that.”

The wind picked up, he laughed, and his vision became clear for a moment in the flickering candlelight.

The figure of the person in front of him was elongated by the shadows of the lights, and he directly saw those deep black eyes, a red mole at the bottom of the eyes, like a bloodthirsty demon in the night.

“What a pity,” the young man raised his eyebrows, gently patted his shoulder, “Your life, I also have other arrangements.”

Master Zhang suddenly woke up, before he could react, a strong push came from his side, and he fell into the lake.

And in the lake were the piranhas that Feng Xingyuan had newly raised.

Almost as soon as the person fell, the piranhas swimming at the bottom of the lake swarmed up!

Feng Xingyuan strolled leisurely to the edge of the lake, looking at his pet fish, softly coaxing, “Look how anxious you are, eat slowly.”

The young man’s beautiful and clean brows and eyes were incredibly gentle, but the words he spoke were chilling, “There will be another meal soon.”

A few bubbles rose to the surface of the water, and strands of blood floated up, reflecting the flickering candle flames by the lake.

Feng Xingyuan returned to his room and instructed his attendant, “Prepare water.”

Ling Yi responded, “Yes.”

Clean water was brought into the room, Feng Xingyuan washed the hand that had touched the drunkard, that gentle and innocent look, no matter how you looked at it, was stained with a bloody chill.

After washing his hands, he mentioned another matter, “Didn’t they say she cried for many days, unwilling to marry?”

“That’s right, she felt better after the Crown Prince visited.” Ling Yi also couldn’t figure out the reason, “Today, she tried so hard to get close to you, knowing that the Crown Prince put an aphrodisiac in the wedding wine, and yet she drank it herself, could it be… instructed by the Crown Prince? Using a beauty trick with ulterior motives?”