After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 276 Independent Will

She only took a short nap after Xiuzhu left, but it obviously failed to relieve her fatigue.

"Soon, you'll be able to rest well."

His tone was full of promise.

"Ok?"

She looked up, her eyes full of confusion.

At this time, the bridesmaid walked into the room holding a wine pot filled with nectar, her face full of joy, and her joy was beyond words: "The time has come, the two of you should drink the wedding wine."

Song Yanyi took the wine jug from the matchmaker, who tactfully withdrew, leaving the newlyweds some space to be alone.

He skillfully picked up the pot and poured the wine into the cups like two clear springs. He handed one cup to her and kept one cup for himself.

"Now that the ceremony is complete, let's take a good rest."

The words were full of tenderness and expectation.

Cui Rong nodded slightly and took the wine glass that symbolized the joy of the wedding. Their arms gently intertwined and they raised their glasses together. The scene was warm and solemn.

He watched her drink the entire thing in one gulp, then he followed suit without hesitation.

After drinking, Cui Rong frowned unconsciously: "What does this wine taste like?"

"This is a fruit wine tributed by the vassal state. It is sweet and not spicy. I remember you said you don't like spicy wine, so I chose this one on purpose."

There was meticulous concern in his eyes.

The wine was indeed sweet and greasy, lacking the spicy stimulation, but she always felt that something was wrong, perhaps because fatigue had dulled her senses.

"Do you like the taste? Would you like to try another cup?"

Song Yanyi considerately filled her glass again, but this time, after Cui Rong took a sip, her brows furrowed even tighter: "This wine feels a little weird..."

His deep black eyes stared at her steadily, as if there was an ocean hidden in them, and his voice gradually became lower: "Is there something wrong?"

Suddenly, her heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and a surge of heat surged through her body. She stared blankly at the extraordinarily handsome face in front of her. For the first time, she felt that he was so attractive and heart-beating.

He saw her cheeks gradually flushed and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised. He thought to himself that this major event in life should have a good start.

Relationships can be cultivated slowly after marriage, but the wedding night should never be treated carelessly.

As the distance between them shortened, he leaned over and kissed her lips, his fingers deftly untying the restraints around her waist, and the complicated wedding dress slid off gently like a falling leaf.

Different from the roughness of the previous moment, this time he seemed unusually gentle, and every movement was just right. On the contrary, she seemed unable to suppress the anxiety in her heart.

After taking off her clothes, she lay quietly on the soft quilt. He began to touch her earlobe with his lips. The gentle kiss was as delicate as silk and slowly slid down to her neck. Her breathing began to become more and more rapid, and the blush on her cheeks added a bit of intoxicating charm.

Her hands, usually so quiet and shy, now took the initiative to wrap around his neck, with unprecedented desire and dependence.

And his palms, like explorers, slowly wandered over her warm skin, igniting the primitive desire in her heart and making her utter a few suppressed moans.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyes burned with fiery desire, and his whole body was almost submerged in the heat wave, but at the most critical moment, he unexpectedly stopped all movements.

"Wanwan, who am I?"

His voice was low, like the night breeze, quietly ringing in her ears.

"Thank you...Song Yanyi."

Her voice was trembling and she seemed a little flustered.

"Then, who is Song Yanyi?"

he asked.

"Ok?"

She looked at him in confusion, as if trying to recall. After a long while, she answered vaguely, "It's my husband."

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled up into a satisfied smile, and he kissed the corner of her mouth again: "Am I good to you?"

"it is good…"

There was a hint of impatience in her voice, her face became redder and her body twisted uncomfortably.

"So between me and Lin Han, who do you think is better?"

"Didn't you bring it up first?"

He asked rhetorically.

Cui Rongrong couldn't argue, and was even more unwilling to listen to him continue.

She got out of bed with a feeling of grievance, her steps were unsteady and she almost fell. Song Yanyi quickly reached out to help her, but she stubbornly avoided his help and held on to the edge of the bed to steady herself.

He didn't urge her, but just looked at her quietly. He believed he was innocent and her anger was only temporary.

"Someone is coming."

he called softly.

At the command, the maids came in one after another, holding toiletries, surrounded Cui Rong, and began to busy themselves with her morning makeup and dressing.

In less than a quarter of an hour, everything was ready.

Cui Rongrong wore a bright red wedding gown with a thin gold thread around her waist, which made her look dignified yet graceful.

Her black hair was carefully tied into a low-hanging bun, and her slender white neck was faintly visible among the black hair. A delicate tassel hairpin was inserted in her hair, which swayed gently with her movements, adding a bit of agility and playfulness.

In the past, she never dressed up so elaborately, always worried that being too eye-catching would bring unnecessary trouble, so she always tried to keep it simple.

Now, in Songhe Garden, the maids in charge of her makeup are doing their best to make her look the most beautiful.

"Isn't this too ostentatious?"

Cui Rongrong was a little uncomfortable with herself in the mirror.

"How is it ostentatious? Do you think you are wearing the phoenix crown and bridal robe that only the queen can wear?"

He looked at her petite and bright face in the bronze mirror, with a smile on his face, and took her hand with satisfaction: "Let's go."

Song Yanyi was wearing a silver-grey robe with bamboo patterns today. He walked side by side with her. One was dark and the other was bright. The two of them looked like a fairy couple walking out of a painting, complementing each other.

Although Cui Rongrong's legs were still a little sore, the cup of strong tea in the morning made her feel much more energetic and she did not feel sleepy at all.

However, today was destined to be a busy day as she had to serve tea to the elders and recognize relatives. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frowned slightly, and felt a little more worried.

But she couldn't say this out loud. Once she mentioned it, he would start talking about how she had "actively seduced" him last night.

"When you get in later, talk less and behave docilely. I'll handle anything that comes up. After lunch, we'll go back to our room and rest, okay?"

He whispered close to her ear, his words full of concern.

Cui Rongrong did not answer, and in fact did not want to pay attention to him.

When entering the main hall, I saw the old man and the old lady sitting majestically at the top, members of the second and fourth rooms were seated on the right, and the seats on the left were filled with the Xie clan members who gathered today.

After all, it was the new bride's first day into the family, so she was naturally the focus of everyone's attention.

As soon as she reached the door, the invisible pressure made Cui Rong feel a chill. She took a deep breath and then crossed the high threshold with Song Yanyi.

"Grandma, father, mother, uncles and elders."

Song Yanyi behaved elegantly, bowed, and was calm and composed.