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Chapter 963: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

There is always a celebration banquet after winning a battle.

At the celebration banquet, the officials who had previously ignored Xuan Yanjing and only paid superficial attention to him now had a polarized reversal of attitudes towards Xuan Yanjing and Xuan Qingxu.

Before Concubine Wen and the Gongsun family lost power, the officials were still wavering. After all, even though the Gongsun family and Concubine Wen had lost power, the third prince Xuan Qingxu was quite favored by the emperor, and he might help Concubine Wen regain favor someday.

Many officials were optimistic about Xuan Qingxu leading the troops in this expedition.

Who would have thought that not only would Xuan Qingxu suffer a series of defeats, but he would also be in stark contrast to Xuan Yanjing, who had won victory after victory.

If Xuan Qingxu was the only one who led the troops, even if he was defeated, everyone would probably just attribute it to his lack of experience. But now with Xuan Yanjing as a comparison, compared to Xuan Qingxu, Xuan Yanjing was the one who had truly never been on a battlefield.

In fact, if Xuan Yanjing hadn't followed him, Xuan Qingxu wouldn't have been so eager for success.

As Xuan Yanjing gained power, more and more people came to curry favor with Helian Chang. However, Helian Chang had been with the emperor for many years and knew the emperor's temperament, so he avoided people who came to flatter him. This was the best way to treat Xuan Yanjing.

Xuan Yanjing didn't have any ideas. After he returned to the palace, all he thought about every day was how to arrange the wedding.

The emperor's words were indeed his bond. He issued an imperial decree on the day Xuan Yanjing returned, so now everyone knew that Xuan Yanjing was going to marry a female official as the Crown Princess.

When this news came out, gossip in the streets and alleys of the imperial city caused a sensation for a while. It was said that two books of stories told by the prince and the female officials were also circulated.

Xuan Yanjing also secretly sent people to search among the people, but probably because this storybook involved the current crown prince, it was considered an offense to the imperial power, so the physical storybook was not widely circulated, and Xuan Yanjing searched for a long time but couldn't find it.

Originally, their wedding was to be handled by the Ministry of Rites, but Xuan Yanjing was worried, so he took care of many things himself, from the wedding process to the dishes on the day.

Among them, Xuan Yanjing’s top priority is the betrothal gift.

Not only did he sacrifice all the treasures in the Prince's Palace and the rewards for this victory, he also went to the Emperor to ask for a betrothal gift, and his reasons were quite justified.

Marrying a crown princess is a matter of national importance, so naturally the royal family cannot lose face.

It was also the first time that the emperor discovered that his son was so shameless.

He was too lazy to say anything about her. His princess might be richer than him, so these things were nothing to her.

But in the end, the emperor couldn't stand Xuan Yanjing's pestering anymore and gave him a bunch of things.

Xuan Yanjing was finally satisfied.

On the auspicious day for the betrothal ceremony selected by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, Xuan Yanjing spent a full three hours selecting the list of betrothal gifts presented by the eunuchs.

"The dragon pattern on this jade seal is too shallow. Redo it." Xuan Yanjing tapped the gilded booklet with his fingertips, his brows furrowed. "And that batch of cloud brocade. The blue sky after rain is nice, but it's too little. Add ten more pieces of bright red, the kind with phoenixes embroidered with gold thread."

Xiao Fuzi watched from the side, secretly muttering in her heart: "Master Ren Wen obviously likes simplicity, so he doesn't care that much about these things. I wonder if he thinks His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is choosing a dowry for himself."

However, Xiao Fuzi naturally didn't dare to say these words.

On the day of the wedding, on the palace road covered with red silk, Xuan Yanjing rode a white horse, wearing a python robe and jade belt, with the air of a crown prince on his face, but his eyes could not help but glance at the curtain of the sedan chair.

It was not until the sedan bearer landed the phoenix sedan steadily in front of Chunye Pavilion and the matchmaker asked him to lead the newlyweds that he could no longer hold back the seriousness on his face and broke into a wide grin.

A gust of wind lifted the corner of the sedan chair curtain, and when Lingyao's bright red skirt just touched the ground, revealing the Dongzhu hairpin that he had picked for her temples, Xuan Yanjing's throat moved.

Without waiting for the bridesmaid to speak, he reached out and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.

His fingertips touched the cool fingertips under her red veil, and he suddenly retracted his hand, but the tip of his ear turned red. He said stiffly, "Hold on to me, don't fall."

When he turned around, his steps were half a beat slower than usual.

The ten-mile-long street was not only rewarded today by the palace maids and eunuchs, but also by the common people outside the palace. All the shops opened by Lingyao and the shops within the Chunye Pavilion would give out half a pound of grain and a bag of wedding candy for free today.

Xuan Yanjing's reputation among the people has improved since his last victory. This time, he has won a lot of favor from the people because of the Crown Princess's generosity.

The street was very long and Xuan Yanjing walked very slowly, but he felt that time passed very quickly.

With his heart beating like a drum, he unknowingly reached the end. Xuan Yanjing bent down and carried Lingyao onto the horse's back, and then they rode together.

He brought his Crown Princess, his teacher, his Yaoyao, his wife, back to the palace.

.........

Xuan Yanjing dodged the officials who wanted to toast him and went straight into the bridal chamber.

Lingyao sat on the bed bored and almost fell asleep.

When Xuan Yanjing came in, he saw Lingyao leaning against the bedpost motionless.

Xuan Yanjing walked over and lifted her forehead from the bedpost.

The voice was soft: "Are you sleepy?"

"A little bit." Lingyao answered truthfully, "Why don't you lift your veil?"

Xuan Yanjing had specifically told her that she had to wait for him to lift the veil, otherwise there would be bad things said. Although Lingyao didn't believe in these things, it was not a big deal. If the God of Wealth likes to lift the veil, then let him do it.

Xuan Yanjing hummed blankly, holding the pole to lift the veil in his hand, but his fingers were clenched.

I was surprisingly nervous and couldn't imagine what she would look like under the veil.

But it must be very beautiful, the kind of beauty that just grows in his heart.

Lingyao felt Xuan Yanjing approaching, but the veil on her head was not taken off for a long time.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Xuan Yanjing shook his head, then suddenly remembered that she couldn't see now, so he spoke quickly.

"fine."

After he finished speaking, he lifted a corner of the veil with the end of the pole in his hand, lifted it up, and opened it.

The moment the wedding pole lifted the red veil, the candlelight seemed to pause.

Lingyao just sat there, the oriental pearls on the phoenix crown drooping, casting tiny shadows on her cheeks.

She did not lower her eyes shyly like an ordinary bride. Instead, she raised her eyes, her gaze as clear as jade dipped in stream water, and fell quietly on his face, without dodging or evading, with a bit of distant calmness.

The eyebrows are as dark as distant mountains, and are drawn very lightly, as if they were formed with just a casual stroke.

There was rouge on her lips, but it was not a blatant red, but a light pink like petals touched by morning dew. When she pursed her lips, there was a natural curve to them, not a smile, nor a coldness.

She just sat there, the elaborate and gorgeous phoenix dress made her look even more cold and aloof, like a plum blossom just picked from the snow, wrapped in the brightest red, but with a chilling silence in her bones.

Xuan Yanjing, holding the golden rod, was almost stunned by the shock of this scene. His mental preparation was obviously insufficient.

The piece of red silk fell so quickly that he had no time to hide the blush on his face.

His Adam's apple moved, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

Lingyao raised her lips first: "Drinking?"

Xuan Yanjing then nodded with a coaxing look: "A little bit, I hid a lot."

Lingyao hummed, but suddenly grabbed Xuan Yanjing without warning, pulled him down and fell on the bed.

Xuan Yanjing lay on the bed, but he subconsciously raised his hand to support Lingyao who was lying on top of him.

Lingyao bent her fingers and rubbed his neck gently. A color that Xuan Yanjing had never seen flashed across her cold eyes.

His voice was low and cold: "Want to do something different today?"

Xuan Yanjing said "Hmm?" and his face turned even redder. Which woman would say such words on her own initiative? But it seemed that he didn't feel disgusted at all when she said that.

Even just want to obey her words.

Xuan Yanjing grabbed the finger that had already slid to his lips, perhaps because he had drunk alcohol today.

He was bolder than usual, and he took the finger and kissed it on his lips.

Seeing Lingyao still tapping his lips with her fingers, he simply opened his mouth.

Lingyao's fingers felt clammy and soft, and her eyes dimmed slightly. Her other hand touched the belt around Xuan Yanjing's waist.

.........

The night is lonely, with sparse stars hanging in the sky. The wind blows against the leaves, making a rustling sound, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. The fish in the lotus pond swim back and forth, trying to dive deeper.

Xuan Yanjing overslept the next morning. Thinking of what happened last night, his face flushed. He didn't know why he agreed to her. How could he do such a strange thing!