“Ah Li…”
As consciousness returned, a low, husky, and lingering voice sounded by her ear.
Yun Li slowly opened her eyes.
What greeted her were the wedding decorations of the Regent’s Mansion—the red candles and silk curtains, the nuptial wine, the wedding quilt embroidered with a harmonious phoenix pair, the brocade screen woven with twin lotus flowers…
In her drunken, hazy vision, she seemed to see her husband from her past life again. The man wore a grand red wedding robe adorned with black and gold flowing patterns, his dark hair tied up with a Purple Gold Crown, exuding an innate nobility.
“Ah Zhou.”
The intoxicated Yun Li had flushed cheeks. She tilted her head charmingly, “I dreamed of you again…”
Rong Zhou lowered his gaze to look at the Princess Consort sitting on the wedding bed.
Meeting Yun Li’s seductive, silken gaze, he was momentarily bewitched. His naturally affectionate peach-blossom eyes rippled with tender, deep emotions…
He almost thought she had truly fallen in love with him.
Yet he knew all too well that it was merely the effect of the nuptial wine on Yun Li, who had an extremely low tolerance for alcohol.
Rong Zhou lowered his eyelashes, concealing the surging dark, gloomy, and morbid glint in his eyes…
His long, pale fingers brushed over her cheek.
As if fulfilling one last wish to touch her, he restrained himself after a brief touch and closed his eyes.
Then, he reached out to help her up, his voice low and husky as he coaxed gently, “Ah Li, be good… drink the sobering soup.”
Yun Li gazed at her husband with a soft, sweet smile.
She extended a small hand, trying to hook onto Rong Zhou’s sleeve. It had been so long since she had such a vivid dream…
As if she had truly returned to the Great Yu Dynasty.
But just then, the warm rim of a bowl suddenly touched her lips, startling Yun Li awake for a moment.
“Sobering soup?”
No… she didn’t want to wake up.
She had finally seen her husband again in a dream—how could she bear to wake up so soon?
“Clatter—”
So Yun Li raised her small hand, and the sobering soup splashed onto the floor, the sound of the shattering bowl crisp and clear.
Rong Zhou’s pupils constricted sharply for an instant.
Before he could react, a warm, fragrant, and soft figure suddenly threw herself into his arms, “Ah Zhou!”
Rong Zhou hurriedly reached out to catch her.
He saw his deeply beloved little Princess Consort lift her charming face slightly, her eyes and brows smiling, “I missed you so much…”
Missed him?
Rong Zhou’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Holding his delicate and soft little Princess Consort in his arms, watching as his own reflection shimmered in her bright eyes, he couldn’t help but touch her eyelashes with his fingertips…
But he quickly pulled himself away from his obsession.
It was all fake.
With the warning from his past life, even though he loved her madly and longed to lock her away by his side, he no longer dared to force her or seize her, driving her to her death…
“Ah Li, be obedient.”
Rong Zhou’s voice was low, somber, and hoarse, “After drinking the sobering soup, I will grant you the divorce papers and let you go.”
Yun Li widened her beautiful eyes, somewhat displeased.
She shook her head like a rattle drum, her flushed cheeks showing a hint of coy, playful shyness, “I won’t drink it! I don’t want to!”
Yun Li snuggled into the man’s embrace, coquettishly.
Her fair, lotus-like arms tightened around his waist, “I don’t want to drink the sobering soup, I don’t want to leave… I only want Ah Zhou.”
Hearing this, Rong Zhou’s body stiffened abruptly.
He looked down at the person in his arms in disbelief, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, “You said… you want what?”
“I want Ah Zhou!” Yun Li smiled sweetly and brightly.
She straightened her slender, willow-like waist, clinging to him coquettishly, her small hands even wandering restlessly.
Rong Zhou immediately grasped her slender wrists.He closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly with restrained endurance. “A’Li, don’t mess around.”
He had finally resigned himself to let go despite the pain.
If he were to reignite that obsessive possessiveness, he would truly go mad for her!
“I’m not messing around.” Yun Li scrunched up her small face.
Her lashes lowered as she studied the intricate wedding robes, her drunken eyes too blurry to see clearly. After some fumbling, she finally found the sash at his waist.
Rong Zhou: …!
His body tensed almost instantly.
Rong Zhou’s crimson lips parted slightly, his deep dark pupils surging with intense possessiveness and morbid obsession. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
Yun Li’s cheeks gradually bloomed with a cherry-blossom pink.
“Of course I do.” Her eyes curved into crescent moons, the blush on her cheeks making her even more enchantingly alluring. “It’s our wedding night. I want to consummate our marriage with my husband.”
Rong Zhou’s pupils darkened considerably.
His slender, pale fingers hooked a strand of hair at her temple, playing with it tenderly and lingeringly. Hearing her speak of consummation made his heart leap with joy, yet he didn’t dare make a move…
She must only be saying this to coax him because she’s drunk.
“A’Li, you’re drunk.”
He lowered his gaze, gently pressing his nose against hers with a soft nuzzle. “You’ll regret this when you sober up.”
Yun Li blinked her beautiful eyes, pondering for a moment.
Would she regret it?
But she vividly remembered, in her previous life just before death, Rong Zhou—covered in blood—still protecting her. She had made a promise in response to his dying words:
“If there is a next life, A’Li, could you love me?”
She had agreed.
Even if this was just a drunken dream now,
Yun Li still made the decision to fulfill that promise. She lifted her face and gently covered his lips with hers.
Rong Zhou: …!
A scorching heat surged through him almost instantly.
His crimson lips parted, his deep, cool eyes darkening as he even lightly gripped the girl’s waist. “A’Li, since it’s come to this… don’t even think about escaping anymore!”
Yun Li was so close to him.
She slowly closed her eyes, her small hands clinging to his waist, then suddenly tugging at his sash—
The sash was pulled loose, his robes falling open!
Rong Zhou could endure no longer. He abruptly flipped over, pinning her directly onto their bright red wedding bed!
The crimson bed curtains were slowly drawn.
Under the sparse stars and bright moon, the red candles flickered.
Yun Li wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, her gaze as clinging as spun silk. “A’Zhou… I won’t run away.”
I made you that promise before death in our previous life.
And now…
Even if there is no next life,
I will still keep this appointment in my dream.
To marry you with my body, to grow old together with white hair, bound through life and death without end.