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Zhan looked to Yue, following her words, hoping to bring pleasure to her. When she mentioned if she should play with him instead, he had shook his head. “No,” he had stated firmly, “I want to focus on you first—“
And with that, they had continued during the night without any interruption.
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So, while the other pair had continued their efforts in anyway possible to dethrone Zixin — unfortunately, such attempts to have a son would soon be proven to be futile. It had been a few weeks since their second, backup coup had begun and still, nothing had amounted to it. But— just when the second party had lost hope, lady Zhao had become with child and it had been the talk of the pavilions. Rumors were speculating that it was Zhan’s and not Zixin, given that the young prince had taken Yue as his own Consort, but those rumors quickly were diminished and overlooked as the other plans in the Belladonna Pavilion began to take place.
True, it had been sudden when Zixin had announced he had taken the apothecary as his consort. Things had been rushed and proper customs had been avoided— but Zixin decided that perhaps if he had a proper ceremony other rumors would die down. Plus, Yue had a ceremony when she became his consort, so it was only fair and right of him to have one for Yanwen as well.
Although he knew technically the ceremony was smaller than an official wedding ceremony, and that taking Yanwen to be his official wife so suddenly would probably turn everyone in his royal court in disarray.
So it was best to do this first, and then he knew that after a year, he would take Yanwen to be his official wife— the empress. Even without an heir to the throne, this would be a big step for the young emperor, as he had previously stated he had no interest in marriage before. But those who did not know him were unaware that he had only said that because he did not wish to wed anyone besides Yanwen.
So as he approached where Yanwen was, he noticed her entourage greet him, and bow their heads. “Your highness,” an attending lady spoke, they had started to get lady Sun ready for the evening ceremony. She would be prepared according to the customs one would be received as an official consort to the Emperor.
Zixin looked at Yanwen, happiness in his gaze. There had been another rumor started, how Lady Sun had all of a sudden thawed this tyrant’s heart, and made him ‘more receiving and approachable’. Which wasn’t…untrue.
It was a fact that Zixin was happier now that Yanwen was back in his life again, and now he never had to worry about spending a day without her. At least, not having to be apart for too long anymore.
“You may leave us,” Zixin said and the entourage politely dismissed themselves and left the emperor and Yanwen alone in her bedroom. “I see you are preparing for tonight,” he spoke, knowing she was probably thinking about what to wear still, but the outfit selections would be provided soon enough. He then moved over and leaned over where she had been sitting, as he had noticed she was going to have makeup applied to her— but Zixin’s presence had halted that. “Mm…is that the rogue I gifted you?” He had asked, looking over to her face now. His expression had softened once more when his eyes landed on her beautiful face.