Allure of a Country Maiden
Chapter 987 - 985_1

Chapter 987: Chapter 985_1

Fu Ranhui could only sit by and wait for him to sober up.

The light in the room gradually dimmed, leaving only the faint gleaming light from a pair of large red candles atop the long desk.

Fu Ranhui’s eyelids became increasingly heavy. She hadn’t slept well for the past few days due to her excitement and anxiety. Today, having had to get up early to dress up and barely slept at night, she could no longer hold on. She fell asleep leaning on the edge of the bed.

Zhao Youwei’s sleep was restless. He dreamt of being surrounded by fire, unaffected by the flames, yet the heat pervaded his body.

In his dream, the fire raged on, the unbearable heat forming a blazing circle around him. The discomfort amplified until he could bear it no more. His brows furrowed as he tore at his clothes in the dream. He had the urge to plunge into a water tank next to the fiery abyss to cool down.

Fu Ranhui was awakened by the rustle beside her. Seeing the flurry of activity next to her and his flushed face covered in sweat, she was startled back to full alertness.

Could he be sick?

Fu Ranhui put her hand on his forehead. "He isn’t feverish... Could the alcohol be making him sweat due to the hangover soup?"

Fu Ranhui withdrew her hand and used a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

When Fu Ranhui’s hand touched his forehead, Zhao Youwei felt as if he was bathed in a cool breeze, which soothed him considerably.

But once Fu Ranhui removed her hand, Zhao Youwei felt his body becoming even hotter and more uncomfortable!

Subconsciously, he tugged at his clothes again, trying to strip them off to feel cooler.

Fu Ranhui gently wiped his brow with the handkerchief, and her skin’s contact brought her scent closer to his nostrils.

Zhao Youwei felt like he was in a metaphorical inferno, longing for something he couldn’t comprehend.

Seeing him constantly tugging at his clothes, Fu Ranhui put down the handkerchief and went to help him unbutton.

The neck is the weakest spot for a martial artist. Even in his discomfort, when Fu Ranhui’s hand touched his neck, Zhao Youwei instinctively caught her hand and opened his eyes swiftly.

Fu Ranhui was startled by his agile response. She then realized he was staring fixedly at her. "Zhao... my lord."

Zhao Youwei’s vision was fragmented, with multiple images appearing before him, yet they wouldn’t consolidate.

He widened his eyes, trying hard to discern who was in front of him. Once he recognized her, he couldn’t help but exclaim joyfully, "Is it you?"

Subconsciously, he let go of Fu Ranhui’s hand. He couldn’t hold her hand!

Men and women should not touch each other, moreover, she was already a princess!

"My lord, are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Fu Ranhui asked worriedly.

Unwell? His whole body was uncomfortable, it was unbearable!

Why did she call him "my lord"? His muddled mind momentarily cleared up. He finally saw the woman’s face clearly, but the clarity was fleeting.

"You’re the princess, did you marry me?" he asked, bemused by the redness of her attire.

He suddenly recollected, today was his wedding day with the princess.

Had he drunk too much? Why else would he feel so hot and uncomfortable?

Fu Ranhui blushed, nodding at his words, "Yes, I married you."

There was a hint of a sigh in her voice, and a touch of anticipation.

Zhao Youwei was constantly aware of a faint fragrance, and his body was getting hotter. He needed to take a cold bath, he couldn’t take it anymore!

With that thought, he struggled to sit up and get off the bed. But due to the effect of the alcohol, his feet had barely touched the ground when he started to feel dizzy. His tall figure was hurtling towards the floor!

Fu Ranhui rushed to catch him.

"Ah!" Zhao Youwei was very tall, and the petite Fu Ranhui wasn’t strong enough to support him. This pull ended up causing Zhao Youwei to fall towards Fu Ranhui, and with her scream of surprise, both of them tumbled onto the soft bed.

By the early hours of the next day, as the day was breaking and the birds began to chirp, Zhao Youwei opened his eyes to find someone hugging him. His body stiffened, and tilting his head slightly, he saw the person asleep next to him. The scenes from the night before played in his mind, and a blush crept onto his dark skin. Last night... he...

He looked again at the sleeping Fu Ranhui. She had a sweet expression in her sleep, with a faint smile on her lips.

She was his wife now, and he was her husband.

No matter what, she was the one who would accompany him until their old age, so he must fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and not let down the woman who had given him her heart.

Some feelings could only be buried in one’s heart, as beautiful memories of youth. Who hadn’t secretly liked someone when they were young?

Thinking about this, Zhao Youwei felt a bit relaxed, but also bittersweet. He carefully withdrew his limbs from under her, lightly lifted the thin quilt, and prepared to get off the bed. But in the corner of his eye, he saw... on Fu Ranhui’s neck...

His face reddened even more, and there was also a flicker of pity in his heart.

Zhao Youwei covered her with the quilt, got out of bed on tiptoe, dressed himself, and opened the bedroom door to step outside.

A maid was waiting outside and quickly bowed upon seeing him, "Young Master!"

Zhao Youwei nodded, then strutted away toward the outside of the room. Like many martial artists, he would train every morning after he woke up.

Just as the maid was about to step inside after Zhao Youwei had walked a few steps away, he turned back, "The Mistress is not awake yet, let her sleep a bit more."

"But Master and Madam are waiting for tea!" Fu Ranhui’s maid who came with her as dowry couldn’t help but remind.

She was concerned that the Princess might arouse the displeasure of her in-laws by being lazy on her first day after the wedding.

"It’s alright! I’ll go with her to the main courtyard after I finish my martial arts practice." With that, Zhao Youwei strode away.

In fact, Fu Ranhui woke up when Zhao Youwei was opening the door. Even though Zhao Youwei tried to open the door carefully to keep it from making much noise, perhaps due to unfamiliarity with the bed, Fu Ranhui was a light sleeper. So, she woke up and heard what Zhao Youwei said to her maid. She felt pretty happy.

After lying in bed for a while, guessing that Zhao Youwei had already gone far, Fu Ranhui called the maid to come in and help her get ready. She couldn’t wait for him to come back and then start her day.

Zhao Youwei saw his younger brother, Zhao Youhe, at the martial arts training ground. He greeted him and then began to closely observe him. He didn’t discern any differences except that he had come half an hour later than usual. Perhaps that medicine had taken effect!

Zhao Youwei, like any other day, began his boxing routine. During this time, Zhao Youhe sneakily glanced at him no less than twenty times!

After finishing his routine, Zhao Youwei asked, "Tell me, what did you do to me last night?"

"Big brother, did you and sister-in-law consummate your marriage last night?"