Lang Huan's lips pressed into a thin line at those words. They were already married—bound by vows before heaven and earth—yet the Eldest Princess still kept things from her. A faint ache stirred in her chest. She lowered her gaze, silent, hurt glimmering briefly across her composed face.
Feng Yao noticed it immediately. Even without words, she could feel the shift in Lang Huan's mood — the quiet sulking, the restrained displeasure that she tried so hard to hide.
With a soft sigh, the princess stepped closer. Her hand slid gently around Lang Huan's waist as she rested her head against her chest. "are you angry?"
Lang Huan didn't respond. Her lips pressed tighter, but her arms instinctively tightened around the woman in her embrace. She buried her face in Feng Yao's hair and kissed it lightly. How could she ever stay angry? She loved this woman far too much—this stubborn, proud, yet endlessly endearing princess who knew exactly how to coax her.
A tender smile curved Feng Yao's lips when she felt Lang Huan's hold tighten. She tilted her head slightly, her tone turning playful and teasing, soft enough to melt even the coldest heart. "Why are you angry, hmm?"
"Because you never tell me anything. We are married, yet you still keep me outside your heart."
Feng Yao lifted her head, her eyes gleaming like morning dew and smiled faintly. "Foolish girl… there's nothing in my heart that doesn't belong to you. I'll tell you everything once it's clear, alright? For now… I'm tired. Can we go back?"
Lang Huan gazed at her for a moment—at those eyes that always unraveled her anger—and sighed. Without another word, she slipped an arm under Feng Yao's knees and lifted her effortlessly into her arms.
Feng Yao let out a quiet laugh, her hands looping around Lang Huan's neck, the two disappeared down the corridor.
As Lang Huan gently sat her down on the bed, Feng Yao's arms, still looped around her neck, refused to let go. Not content with that, her hand began to wander, drifting down to touch her breast.
Lang Huan caught her wrist. "Haven't you had enough? You've already tortured me the whole night," she whispered.
But the Eldest Princess ignored her, her restless hand continuing its exploration. A mischievous smirk touched Lang Huan's lips. In one swift motion, she pushed her down onto the bed, her body pinning the Princess as she captured her lips in a deep kiss.
The Princess was startled — the honest brat had turned into a hungry wolf.
She kissed her ear, her hot tongue tracing its shape before sucking on the earlobe. "Let me teach you how to do this."
"No…" Feng Yao protested, her voice weak with resistance. Even in bed, she wanted to be the one in control and hated to surrender. She tried to push her off several times, but Lang Huan's body was an immovable mountain.
Lang Huan merely chuckled softly against her skin, her kisses growing more insistent, leaving no room for argument.
With one hand, she pinned both of Feng Yao's wrists above her head. Her other hand tore open her robes and slipped away her belly band.
She smiled at the beautiful sight before her, then buried her face between Feng Yao's breasts, licking and circling one plump peak before sucking it deeply.
"Ahh, Lang Huan," she moaned, her body arching. "Please, let my hands go. I want to touch your back…" Her face was flushed a deep red.
"Yes, but don't attack me," Lang Huan said with a teasing smile as she released her wrists. "Just let me serve you."
She took Feng Yao's hand, gently kissing her fingertips. "Look at your beautiful nails. You even cut them short. Didn't you love your long, painted nails?"
Feng Yao looked at Lang Huan's face, seeing the teasing smile playing on her lips. Feeling a mix of embarrassment and defiance, she slapped her shoulder lightly.
Lang Huan slipped off her robe, her gaze locked on Feng Yao's flushed face before claiming her lips once more. The world seemed to melt around them as their kiss deepened, breaths mingling, hearts racing in perfect rhythm.
Her hand moved from Feng Yao's thigh to the edge of her panties, tugging them off completely. Her lips followed the curve of Feng Yao's neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses before her fingers found the slick heat between her legs.
Feng Yao, overwhelmed, became utterly helpless beneath her, letting Lang Huan do as she pleased. The unbearable pleasure started to override her common sense.
Lang Huan's mouth returned to her chest, tongue circling and sucking one reddened peak until it hardened. At the same time, her fingers rubbed against the sensitive pearl at Feng Yao's core.
Slipping a pillow beneath Feng Yao's hips, Lang Huan's palms traced the soft curve of her waist. She parted her legs, and her tongue began a slow, sinuous dance against her secret flower.
Feng Yao's fingers tangled in her hair, soft sounds spilling from her lips. The weight of her body vanished; she felt as though floating among clouds.
With every deep, probing thrust of Lang Huan's tongue, the tension within Feng Yao coiled tighter until it finally snapped. A cry tore from her throat, her body trembling uncontrollably as waves of climax crashed over her.
Lang Huan gathered her up, settling her astride her lap. Their bodies fit together perfectly. Feng Yao's arms instinctively circled Lang Huan's shoulders as she buried her flushed face against her neck.
A warm, slick finger slid into her, drawing a soft gasp as she felt it fill her deeply. Lang Huan kissed her forehead and whispered against her skin, "Move for me."
Feng Yao began to move her hips slowly. The sight of her beautiful wife's flushed face, eyes hazy with pleasure, stoked a fire deep within Lang Huan. Her wife was doing this for her, willingly seeking her own pleasure in their shared embrace.
The rhythm of Feng Yao's hips grew faster, more urgent, as she chased the peak. Feeling this, Lang Huan let her qi flow through the finger nestled deep inside her. She curled it, pressing the warm, potent energy directly against that most sensitive spot.
"Ahh… Ahh, Lang Huan!" Feng Yao's cry was sharp and unbidden as an intense wave of warmth gushed from her. Lang Huan kissed her to muffle her moans as the climax continued to ripple through her.
Lang Huan slowly laid her down, parting her legs and pressing herself against her. They moved together, sometimes slow, sometimes harder, only moans and gasps filling the room. Finally, Lang Huan felt a jolt as their warmth mingled, and she collapsed beside her wife, completely spent.
Lang Huan whispered softly, "How is it?"
Feng Yao couldn't find her voice; her body was still trembling. She nodded faintly, her breath uneven. "I like it," she murmured at last, half teasing, half praising. "You're really skilled."
Lang Huan laughed quietly. "My wife is too beautiful. Every time I touch you, I only end up wanting more." She nestled against the Princess's neck, her eyes slowly closing.
A yawn escaped her lips. "Strange… hmm… such a soft fragrance. Where is it coming from? I suddenly feel drowsy."
"That's sleep incense," the Eldest Princess replied softly. "It helps to soothe the nerves. If you're sleepy, just rest. I'll stay by your side."
Feng Yao's hand reached for a small fragrant sachet beside the bed. She lifted it to her nose, inhaling the faint aroma before setting it down again. A faint smile curved her lips as she watched Lang Huan struggling against her drowsiness.
Before she drifted off, Feng Yao leaned closer to her ear. "Then tell me… how beautiful am I?"
Lang Huan's eyes fluttered closed, another yawn escaping. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she whispered, "Very… very beautiful. I don't think there are words to describe it."
Feng Yao chuckled softly, touched by the sleepy honesty in her voice. "Sweet mouth," she scolded playfully, wiping the tear from her cheek.
Her gaze dropped to her chest — faint red marks lingered on her skin. With a quiet sigh, she pulled the blanket up to cover herself and gently patted Lang Huan's shoulder until she fell into a deep sleep.
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After making sure no sound came from within, A Li entered the room with a flushed face. The maids followed behind her, carrying basins of warm water and filling the bath.
Kneeling quietly beside the veiled bed, A Li called softly, "Your Highness."
Feng Yao stepped out from behind the curtains, her skin bare as snow. A Li quickly poured a cup of warm herbal tea and offered it with both hands.
"Your Highness, please drink this first," she said softly. Feng Yao took a slow sip, the bitter-sweet taste grounding her senses.
Then A Li helped her into an outer robe and leaned close to whisper, "Your Highness, Wu Ming is—"
Before she could finish, Feng Yao raised a hand to stop her, glancing toward the bed to make sure Lang Huan was still asleep. A Li understood at once and fell silent, leading the Princess toward the bath.
While Feng Yao sank into the steaming water, A Li whispered again, "Wu Ming is waiting for Your Highness."
"Mm." Feng Yao merely hummed, closing her eyes as the warmth embraced her tired body.
After the bath, A Li and the maids dressed her carefully. With practiced hands, A Li applied a thin layer of pearl powder over her neck and shoulders, hiding every trace of red that lingered there.
She stepped out of the chamber, the soft rustle of silk followed her with every step. "Don't let my consort leave the room," she ordered the shadow guards stationed outside.
Crossing the quiet courtyard, she made her way toward the pavilion where Wu Ming and Qiu Yue were already waiting. Wu Ming rose and bowed before handing her a small, leather-bound diary.
As her eyes moved over the pages, her brows drew together, and a shadow of anger flickered across her face.