Jiang You ignored Xi Po's burning gaze, finished the remaining cakes, and drank two glasses of sake. Only then did he feel full and alive.
Jiang sat back on the wedding bed again, instead of sitting upright, she kicked off her shoes and got on the bed, sitting against the bedpost, and then asked the maid to go over and pinch her feet.
Xipo: "..." Whose bride is like her? She is so bold and unreasonable.
The maid's mind was much simpler. She would do whatever her master told her, without any other ideas. The two of them were young and weak, so the force of the kneading was just right for Jiang You, and she soon felt so comfortable that she fainted.
Want to sleep.
The main reason is that this body is too tired. He goes to bed later than a dog, wakes up earlier than a chicken, doesn't have enough to eat, and suffers from a serious lack of sleep. Jiang Youqiang can hold on even though he works hard, but once he relaxes, he is easily succumbed to drowsiness.
When the two maids saw that the new lady had gone to sleep, they quietly retreated to the corner and stood quietly like two sculptures.
Xi Po wanted to shake Jiang Zai awake and yell at her that the bride should wait obediently for the groom to come back and take off the hijab. But she didn't dare, so she could only wait aside with an aggrieved look on her face and a resentful look in her eyes.
Miss Jiang is too difficult to take care of. She has been working in the industry for several years and has never seen a bride who was so arrogant on the wedding day.
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As night fell, the noise in the front yard gradually died down and the guests dispersed.
Not long after, Yan Zhantian opened the door and entered the house smelling of alcohol. Jiang You was still sleeping.
She rested on a tall porcelain pillow, revealing her delicate white neck. Her curled eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes under the gentle candlelight. She had a face the size of a palm, delicate facial features, a small nose, beautiful red lips, and a sleeping look.
An Ran, her hands clasped together in front of her body, her chest rising and falling weakly with her breathing, resembled Sleeping Beauty.
Yan Zhantian's footsteps slowed down unconsciously, and finally stopped, his eyes gradually becoming obsessed.
"Your Majesty, Miss Jiang..." Xipo was about to complain, but Yan Zhantian raised his hand to interrupt. His voice was still low, but with a hint of gentleness that was imperceptible, "Don't wake her up."
The rest of Xipo's words could only be stuck in her throat and swallowed back.
"Also, she has married me. From now on, I should call her Princess Zhan." Yan Zhantian didn't have any expectations for this marriage before, but now he suddenly felt that marriage was not without its merits. At least his wife was pleasing to the eye and beautiful.
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Xipo had no choice but to change her words and lower her voice: "Your Majesty, the Princess is so willful that she even lifted her hijab, removed her phoenix crown, and violated the rules..."
"It's none of your business here, go down and collect the reward." Yan Zhantian didn't want to hear people say anything bad about his wife, so he sent her away.
Xipo: "..." What kind of pot goes with what kind of lid? The princess does whatever she wants, but the prince lets it go. The young couple has a very good relationship, but she really doesn't care about it...
Xipo left reluctantly.
"You guys can go down too. Today's reward will be doubled." Yan Zhantian waved his hand, and the maid bowed her head and retreated, closing the door behind her.
Soon only the groom and the bride were left in the new house.
Being stared at by the hot eyes, Jiang could not sleep well again and woke up slowly.
I saw a man wearing a red wedding robe and a dark mask standing next to the bed.
Fortunately, there were many candles in the room and the light was bright. Otherwise, when I woke up and saw a person standing by the bed, it would be difficult not to think about horror stories.
Jiang You stood up silently, sat on the bedside and looked up at him. Without the hijab blocking her sight, she finally saw Yan Zhantian's face clearly.
The irregular-shaped jet black mask fits his cold temperament very well, covering two-thirds of his face, giving people a mysterious feeling. He is tall and handsome, and even the red wedding robe cannot cover his wide shoulders and narrow waist.
The waist is thin, the legs are long, and the body proportions are very good.
"Are you really disfigured?" Jiang suddenly said. It would be a pity to have such a figure with a disfigured face.
Seeing the curiosity in her eyes, Yan Zhantian leaned forward slightly, put his face in front of her, and said with a smile, "Why don't you, Madam, personally take off your husband's mask and find out what's going on?"
Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly. Since he had invited her, if she refused, wouldn't it look like she was disrespectful?
Then he raised his hand to hold the mask and slowly took it off.