The crimson bridal tent glowed with a warm yellow light.
Xiao Cheng's silver-white armor gleamed brightly.
The window was not shut; a strong breeze blew as he sat motionless in the bridal room. His calm face, tranquil eyes, seemed as if they were about to be submerged by the overwhelming redness…
His wedding night with Feng Yun did not have any pleasantness. Xiao Cheng had thought he had forgotten it long ago. He detested the vulnerability, the sorrow, and the thick plea in her eyes that night, and though she spoke such words, she still looked at him with those youthful, black eyes, suggesting delicately.
"Your concubine is willing to serve you, Your Majesty, in other ways…"
Xiao Cheng was driven to the height of fury.
When such shameless words came out of her mouth, he did not think of pride or pleasure, but rather what kind of "other ways" she had used during the three years she spent with Pei Jue, which satisfied that robust man…
He was the Emperor.
