Chapter 39: The Wise Number One Scholar x The Infatuated Emperor 18

Inside the Imperial Palace, Luanfeng Palace (Phoenix Palace).

Yún Huái sat unsteadily on the bed, his pale skin tinged with pink due to intoxication.

The collar of his robe was slightly pulled open by himself, revealing delicate collarbones beneath the fabric.

He smiled faintly at Qín Jìngchuān, a beauty reminiscent of ice melting into spring blossoms, successfully dimming the depths of Qín Jìngchuān’s dark eyes.

“Ā Huái, can you still recognize me?”

Yún Huái blinked his dark eyes, trying hard to clearly see the man before him.

But when he looked up, he couldn’t make out the person’s features at all, nor could he recognize who was standing opposite him. He only knew that this person was trustworthy.

He gently grasped Qín Jìngchuān’s sleeve, his gentle black eyes sparkling with light, “You’re trustworthy, a good person.”

Qín Jìngchuān secretly gritted his teeth. What good person! I’m clearly your husband!

His eyes were dark and heavy, the depths of his pupils swirling with an indiscernible darkness.

“Zhèn doesn’t want to be a good person…” (Zhèn is the formal and imperial “I.”)

“What Zhèn wants to be is your husband, a lifelong partner to grow old with, hand in hand.”

Yún Huái’s eyes were dazed, and he nodded unconsciously.

Seeing this, Qín Jìngchuān tightened the corners of his mouth. “If you agree, you’re not allowed to go back on your word.”

He had wanted to marry Yún Huái for more than just a day or two. It was only because he was unwilling to go against Yún Huái’s wishes that the grand wedding had been delayed, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

Yún Huái leaned wearily against the bedside, his drunken eyes drowsily fixed on the dragon-embroidered quilt.

At this moment, Yún Huái was like a ripe peach, ready to burst with sweet juice with just one bite.

Qín Jìngchuān leaned down and removed Yún Huái’s hair crown, allowing the other’s dark hair to cascade down. He gazed intently at the handsome young man, now drunk.

“Ā Huái, you brought this on yourself tonight.”

“Those who are disobedient must be punished.”

Yún Huái looked up, uncomprehending. As soon as he raised his head, Qín Jìngchuān pinched his chin.

“Hmm?” He looked at the other with confusion, but before he could utter a word, his mouth was sealed.

Qín Jìngchuān kissed Yún Huái’s lips, initially restrained, but soon his breathing grew increasingly rapid, and he ceased to restrain his emotions in the slightest.

“Leave me…” Annoyed by the kisses, Yún Huái raised his hands to push away the encroaching man, but his strength was not nearly enough to move him.

Qín Jìngchuān seized Yún Huái’s hands and said in a husky voice, “Be good, don’t move.”

Yún Huái turned his face away, only to have Qín Jìngchuān pinch his chin and turn him back to receive the kiss.

Qín Jìngchuān kissed his way downwards, his fingers deftly undoing Yún Huái’s undergarments.

Yún Huái’s white robe was unfastened by the other, revealing a casual and languid beauty, with a captivating charm in his raised gaze.

He breathed softly, a light flush rising on his fair face.

Qín Jìngchuān nipped at Yún Huái’s neck, watching Yún Huái reveal an expression of barely suppressed desire. Yet, he still wouldn’t let go, his fingers reaching towards Yún Huái’s waist and stripping off the offending robes.

Yún Huái, however, was completely unaware. Instead, he reached out to touch the pillow on the bed, his brows revealing evident anxiety, and he muttered softly, “The book is gone…”

Qín Jìngchuān seized Yún Huái’s hand. “What book? Why are you thinking about a book in Zhèn’s bed?”

Could his little bookworm be more serious? Why was he thinking about books at a time like this?

Yún Huái anxiously bit Qín Jìngchuān’s hand, but he didn’t know how to bite hard. He merely held the other’s wrist in his teeth, feigning ferocity.

“Give me back my book…”

Qín Jìngchuān pinched the back of Yún Huái’s neck. “No, you can read your book tomorrow.”

Yún Huái released his mouth. “Oh…”

Qín Jìngchuān’s eyes gradually darkened. He raised a hand to caress Yún Huái’s red lips, wantonly toying with the swollen flesh. His other hand kneaded Yún Huái’s soft waist in a deliberately provocative manner.

He leaned down and kissed Yún Huái’s lips, ceaselessly drawing sweetness from the other’s mouth.

“Ā Huái is so sweet.” Qín Jìngchuān’s face could not conceal his infatuation. He tore open his own black belt, revealing his muscular upper body.

In his daze and confusion, Yún Huái was forcefully dragged from the mortal realm into a sea of desire by the man on top of him. During the encounter, there were moments of clarity, but he could neither escape nor avoid it, and could only be tightly entwined by his lover.

Hand in hand, arm in arm, they entered the silken bed curtains, shy smiles lighting their faces as they blew out the lamp.

A golden needle pierced the peach blossom stamen, unable to cry out, only daring to knit his brow in the darkness.

The next morning.

Yún Huái’s eyelashes fluttered, and he awoke on the dragon bed. He wanted to get up, but felt listless all over. He tried to speak, but his throat was so dry that he couldn’t make a sound.

Qín Jìngchuān, who had returned from the morning court session, gazed adoringly at the dazed youth on the bed, his expression infatuated, though, unfortunately, he didn’t allow Yún Huái to notice his amiss.

Yún Huái was questioning his very existence and feeling as though his waist had been run over by a truck. What on earth had happened to him last night?

Qín Jìngchuān composed his expression, walked to the bedside, helped Yún Huái sit up, tidying the stray hairs for him. He said gently, “Ā Huái, Zhèn has ordered the servants to prepare the imperial cuisine. Get up and have something to eat.”

Yún Huái’s brain hadn’t quite caught up, and he mechanically nodded at him.

By the time he regained his senses, he was already sitting at the dining table, ready to eat.

He looked blankly at the table full of delicacies, then at Qín Jìngchuān, who wore an expression of composure.

“I got drunk yesterday…”

Qín Jìngchuān nodded slightly. “Yes! Zhèn brought you back from the Lǚ residence.”

Yún Huái swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, staring at Qín Jìngchuān in utter disbelief.

This emperor, usually so calm and composed in public, had shamelessly clung to him last night…

Not at all steady, nor self-possessed.

Qín Jìngchuān suddenly spoke, “Ā Huái, you’ve entered the court as an official. Shouldn’t you also consider the matter of our marriage?”

Yún Huái blinked. “I suppose.”

Since everything was now on track, and he was no longer the impoverished scholar he once was, marrying His Majesty was no longer out of the question.

Qín Jìngchuān’s fingers paused imperceptibly. “The preparations for our wedding have long been completed. We can be wedded soon, and then you will be Zhèn’s Empress.”

Yún Huái nodded with a placid expression.

The heavens wanted rain, and people wanted to get married. It seemed like this was the second time he was getting married in a mission world.

Fate truly was a strange thing!