Willow on the Palace Wall (Lily ABO) - Chapter 12

012: The Wedding Night 

Special Note: The Wedding Night of the Previous Life

Hua Muchu was literally kicked into the bridal chamber by the Prince of Huainan. She stumbled onto the table, nearly shattering the priceless glass goblet. She quickly caught it in her hand, carefully placed it back, and tried to rush back out, but the door was already locked from the outside.

“I’ll indulge your every whim on any other matter, but not today. You will stay and properly consummate the marriage with the Eldest Princess!”

The Prince of Huainan’s voice was low as he instructed his servants outside the colored glass window. “And you all, guard this door well. Before the hour of the Ox (1 a.m. – 3 a.m.), no matter what sounds come from this room, you heard nothing!”

“Father, are you crazy?! Have you forgotten that the Eldest Princess will kill—” She nervously glanced back at the screen, afraid of being overheard, and lowered her voice in fear. “She kills without blinking! Father, please let me out, okay? Let’s take our time and plan this properly, there’s no need to rush now!”

The Prince of Huainan snorted. He finally peered through the stained-glass window at Hua Muchu, his stern, resolute profile distorted into a grotesque shape. “Don’t worry, the Eldest Princess will definitely not kill you now.”

“Remember, your father is doing this for your own good,” the Prince of Huainan said, then hesitated. “…Just figure it out yourself!”

After an entire tea’s worth of time spent banging on the door with no response, Hua Muchu knew she wasn’t getting out tonight.

She reluctantly straightened her clothes and bravely went to apologize to the Eldest Princess. Sure enough, as soon as she rounded the first screen, she caught a familiar sweet scent.

Hua Muchu inhaled sharply in disbelief. The scent was all too familiar to her—it was the aphrodisiac incense always lit in the pleasure houses, particularly effective on Kunze (Omegas).

She found it difficult to believe that her rigidly conservative father had managed to acquire something so indecent. Unfortunately, the Eldest Princess was a Zhongyong (Beta), so the incense would, at best, only help her sleep.

But when Hua Muchu finally stepped into the inner room of the bridal chamber, a single glance was all it took to leave her spellbound.

The Eldest Princess had already removed her wedding veil herself. Her hair was loose, and her collar was open. In the light of the red candles, her flushed face was even more dazzling than the wedding robes—an xiapei that had taken over a hundred Jiangnan embroiderers more than a year to complete. The whole room was filled with a mysterious and seductive mix of blood and a strange, pure sweetness. Hua Muchu’s own pheromones were drawn out, and a strong scent of wine mingled with the blood scent before she even realized it, blending together in perfect harmony.

The lingering scent of blood that always followed her was actually her pheromone scent? She wasn’t a Zhongyong at all, but a Kunze (Omega)?!

“How has the Eldest Princess managed to deceive everyone for all these years? She even fooled the Emperor?”

“None of your business!” Su Ce glared at her, grinding her teeth. Her chest rose and fell violently. She was completely different from the sharp, blade-like Eldest Princess at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet; the heat period had turned her from tempered steel into pliable silk.

Hua Muchu suddenly felt hungry. She casually picked up an osmanthus sugar cake from the table and popped it into her mouth, but it wasn’t enough.

Her heart pounded wildly, and the object that had been resting quietly between her legs began to stir.

Hua Muchu was indeed hungry, but not for food; she was consumed by lust.

She desperately wanted to embrace the beauty but was held back by etiquette. Since the Eldest Princess had condescended to marry her, she absolutely could not overstep her bounds.

However, Su Ce suddenly stood up from the bed. The complicated, luxurious phoenix crown in her hand chimed with a series of delightful soft sounds.

She tore off her wedding dress with what could only be called a coarse action. Hua Muchu prided herself on having seen countless Kunze women and many alluring dances in the pleasure houses. There, the layers of silk would peel away like clouds and mist with their enchanting movements, revealing a blossoming peony, until the pale, naked body was unveiled to the onlookers—a feast for the eyes.