Gu Qianying remained still.
Someone called her again, "Wife… a spring night is worth a thousand gold. How about we…"
Her narrow, sword-like eyes reflected her image entirely.
The words in his mouth, however, remained unspoken as she turned and looked at him.
At this moment, inside the room, the maids left to attend them had all been dismissed by Nangong Mo.
As for Lan Qingqing, who had wanted to stay, her status as a third-class maid, having been demoted, meant that no matter how desperately she wished to remain, she could only be sent out by the aunt in charge of chores in the backyard to empty the chamber pots.
The aunt, who had worked in the manor for many years, was the most sensible. The new princess consort's initial authority would surely be tested.
Inside the room,
Gu Qianying looked at Nangong Mo and said thoughtfully:
"We can drink the nuptial wine, but as for entering the bridal chamber… I'm afraid it's inconvenient for Your Highness, isn't it? How about, taking advantage of this beautiful night, Your Highness takes me to see the ailing wet nurse of the manor?"
Nangong Mo's legs were paralyzed. Not to mention the impossibility of marital intimacy, even if it were possible, his purpose in marrying her was solely to have her cure his wet nurse. Why would he waste time on her on such a night!
Gu Qianying thought this way, so it was better for her to bring it up first. Meeting his wet nurse was also to avoid wasting both her and Nangong Mo's time.
Upon hearing this,
Nangong Mo's face darkened. He gritted his teeth, "Inconvenient? What? You dislike that this prince is a cripple?"
Gu Qianying did not notice the expression on Nangong Mo's face at this moment.
She truthfully said, "Your Highness jokes. How could I dislike Your Highness? It's just that, considering Your Highness's current condition, it would indeed be somewhat strenuous to engage in marital intimacy. However, Your Highness need not be discouraged. While I am treating the manor's wet nurse, I will also continue to treat Your Highness's leg injury. In the near future, I will surely allow Your Highness to regain his vigor. At that time, if Your Highness finds me uninteresting, you can take more concubines. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Gu Qianying!"
Suddenly.
A large, slender hand seized her wrist and yanked her forward. In a spin, she fell into his embrace, his hot breath enveloping her, causing her to blush instantly.
"Your Highness, please…"
Gu Qianying tried to get up, but Nangong Mo's arms held her captive, making her unable to move. Just as she was about to speak, he directly told her, "Whether this prince can or not, the Princess Consort can try and find out."
"…"
Gu Qianying didn't know how to respond at this moment.
Seeing the serious expression on Nangong Mo's face, the only thing Gu Qianying could think of was: "Your Highness, one should not force things. It is best for Your Highness to use less of those unorthodox methods that harm the body."
There were indeed some unorthodox physicians in the martial world who could help those paralyzed for years regain their vigor. However, the methods used by those unorthodox physicians were all harmful, hurting the enemy by eight hundred and oneself by a thousand.
For patients who wished to stand permanently, especially those like Nangong Mo, this method was unusable.
After listening to her words, Nangong Mo's face darkened further.
"Gu Qianying, you…!"
Nangong Mo truly did not know if this exceedingly intelligent girl was genuinely unable to understand or was feigning ignorance.
He decided to be more direct: "This prince is tired. Help me undress!"
As if somewhat angered, his tone was a little cold.
Gu Qianying was held in his arms stiffly. After he finished speaking, he let her go.
Gu Qianying was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Having married him, it was natural for a woman to help her husband undress during their wedding night.
However, the moment Gu Qianying stood up, Nangong Mo flicked his sleeve, and a cool breeze swept through.
Gu Qianying looked with a headache at the large red wedding dress that had fallen to the ground, then at herself, who was only wearing a red inner garment. Her mouth twitched.
So… he was undressing her?
Looking up, Gu Qianying saw that Nangong Mo held two cups of wine in his hand, which had appeared out of nowhere.
"One cup of nuptial wine shared, a lifetime of eternal entanglement."
He looked at her, extending his hand, signaling her to come closer.
Gu Qianying stood rooted to the spot, as if her feet were bound by a thousand-pound weight, unable to move.
Gu Qianying, who had long ago regarded matters of love and romance as a bargaining chip for her revenge in her past life.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.
However, her reluctance was quickly dismissed in her heart.
After rebirth, what she wanted was not kindness, but ruthlessness!
Nangong Mo's current behavior towards her was nothing more than his coveting her "exploitable" value.
"Your Highness, please."
Without further words, she walked forward and drank the nuptial wine with him.
As for Nangong Mo's words, "a lifetime of eternal entanglement," it was impossible for her! She simply pretended not to have heard him.
Seeing that Gu Qianying was not moved by his words, the light in Nangong Mo's eyes dimmed.
Outside, Nangong Li was poking a folding fan in his arms, lying on the rooftop, peering through the gaps in the roof tiles at the two people inside, unsure of what they were doing. He was anxiously muttering, "What are you still dawdling for? Kiss already! I've never seen people as slow as you. Look at me, I look at you, what are you looking at? You won't sprout flowers by looking. You should kiss, you should hug, do whatever you need to do. Such a fine night, don't waste it."
"Alas, this Ninth Imperial Aunt is a woman. If she's shy and bashful, that's understandable. But Ninth Imperial Uncle, shouldn't you be more proactive?
Although, your physical condition might prevent you from using a certain part, we can use our mouths, we can use our hands, right…?
Not seeing the "scenery" he wanted to see, Nangong Li was very regretful.
At least let him see if his Ninth Imperial Uncle was capable!
Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder.
Nangong Li did not turn around, only irritably grumbled, "Du Ya Ya, don't disturb this prince watching the show."
The person remained silent and patted Nangong Li's shoulder again.
Nangong Li, constantly being disturbed, became even more annoyed, "Du Ya Ya, why do you keep interrupting me? I'm not watching you undress…"
Before the word "dress" could leave his mouth, Nangong Li froze entirely.
In front of him was not Du Chun's face at all!
A masked man in night-blooming clothes held a sharp long sword to his head.
In the distance.
Du Chun, who was fighting several black-clothed men in the courtyard with a few guards, shouted towards Nangong Li, "Third Prince, there are assassins, run quickly."
Nangong Li "…"
"Du Ya Ya, can you shut your damn mouth!"
Nangong Li fumbled for the hidden weapons on his person, preparing to counterattack, when the masked man unceremoniously kicked him down.
"Damn it!"
Nangong Li cried out.
He landed heavily, dust smearing his face. When he looked up, he met Nangong Mo's cold gaze.
Nangong Li gave an awkward smile, "Heh heh, Ninth Imperial Uncle, what a coincidence."
Nangong Mo frowned, and with a slight wave of his sleeve, he grabbed Nangong Li by the back of his collar and roughly threw him aside. His gaze fell upon Gu Qianying, who was fighting two black-clothed men.
His cold eyes narrowed.
Nangong Li fell onto the wedding bed covered with white silk, his eyes starry and his head dizzy, almost fainting.
Meanwhile.
Gu Qianying, fighting two black-clothed men, was at a disadvantage without any weapons.
Fortunately, she always carried silver needles.
The acupoints of the human body were her forte. With the silver needles flying out, one of the black-clothed men immediately fell.
Inside the room, seeing a companion fall, the black-clothed men united with their other companions and charged towards Nangong Mo.
"Kill the dog prince, uphold justice for heaven!"
The leading assassin suddenly shouted.
The dozen or so black-clothed men attacked with even greater ferocity, as if they had eaten something foul.
Under the clash of swords and blades,
Bai Qi, leading over a dozen guards, surrounded the rooftop. Enduring the pain from his abdominal wound, he raised his hand and gave an order.
"Shoot!…"
Several arrows rained down, and a large number of black-clothed men fell.
In the blink of an eye, all the assassins in the courtyard were dead.
Bai Qi and Du Chun's men converged in the courtyard and rushed into the room.
"Quick, protect the Prince."
After they entered.
The remaining black-clothed man in the room, still fighting Gu Qianying, instantly understood that his situation was a dead end.
"I'll die with you!"
The black-clothed man lunged at Nangong Mo with his long sword.
Bai Qi quickly arrived, leaped forward, and slashed fiercely at the hand holding the sword.
The black-clothed man's arm was severed, and the sword fell to the ground.
He clutched his profusely bleeding wound. Just as everyone thought he would surrender, he suddenly took out a poisoned flying dart from his remaining hand, used his internal energy, and flung it fiercely at Nangong Mo.
At this moment, Bai Qi and the others were caught off guard by the black-clothed man's unexpected move.
In their moment of stunned silence, the dart flew directly towards Nangong Mo. Just as it was about to pierce his chest, a figure suddenly lunged towards him:
"Your Highness, be careful!"