After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 207 - 206: You’re Really Stubborn!

Fu Zhen opened the food box, and indeed it was a delicious and appetizing serving of Dongpo Pork Knuckle. There were also two side dishes, a portion of Yangchun noodles, and a pot of wine.

Fu Zhen looked at Pei Zhan, who had already come in from the room door: "You came back early. I heard someone from the palace came too. Why did you come here to coax the bride to drink?"

She had heard that the Crown Prince had come by the Empress’s order.

Pei Zhan sat down by the table, glancing at her, "My dear mother-in-law said you can’t drink, so I just brought this for you to smell. I cherish my purity and, naturally, won’t give you a chance to take advantage of me and tarnish my clean reputation."

Fu Zhen sat down and laughed, "I underestimated you. But today, I’m dead tired; even if you hoped I’d make a move on you, I have the intention but not the courage."

Pei Zhan said, "Are you regretting it?"

"Not really. It just feels a bit too grand, and for some reason, there’s a bit of unease in my heart."

Pei Zhan did not continue the conversation.

How is this grand? If it weren’t for the rush of a month’s wedding period, he could have made it even more thorough.

He took a sip of tea and looked over, "I see your pearl crown is quite troublesome, difficult to eat with. Want me to take it off for you?"

Fu Zhen didn’t mind.

Pei Zhan then walked behind her, pulled out the hairpins on both sides, held onto the sides of the pearl crown, and carefully took it off.

Still holding the pearl crown in his hand, he glanced at the wedding candles on the side: "I have to sleep here tonight, or it wouldn’t look right.

"I can sleep on the couch. But I don’t like sleeping with the lights out, so let’s keep the candles on; you don’t mind, do you?"

Fu Zhen glanced at him without opposition.

Pei Zhan’s lips curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Mrs. Quanfu taught him that on the wedding night, he must be the one to remove the head covering and pearl crown, and the wedding candles should not be extinguished, or they cannot grow old together.

Although he was a step too late and she had already torn off the head covering, at least he took off the pearl crown, and he was determined to keep the wedding candles burning tonight.

Ziyan knocked on the door outside: "Is the Young Madam eating? I’ve brought soup; do you and the General need some more?"

Fu Zhen had her come in.

Ziyan put down the soup, hesitantly looking at the wedding bed.

According to the custom, there were still some formalities to complete at this time. But it seemed that the lady of their household and the General did not take these matters seriously—they were casual and playful, like children at play. Should she remind them or not? She was unsure.

At this moment, Fu Zhen glanced at her: "The General doesn’t bother with these trifles, you may go. Fetch some hot water for us to wash; we’ll call if we need anything."

Ziyan, upon hearing Pei Zhan had no objections, was finally relieved and left.

Fu Zhen ate half of the pork knuckle, rinsed her mouth, and as luck would have it, the hot water was brought in, and Ziyan assisted her in washing her face and rinsing her mouth.

Coming out, she saw Pei Zhan still drinking tea by the table. She put down the copper basin, first cleared the longans and red dates from the wedding bed, then prepared the bedding, and proceeded to untie the knot on his wedding robe.

Pei Zhan’s body stiffened abruptly, his right arm extended, instinctively blocking her hand! ...

Ziyan stood there petrified with fright.

Fu Zhen burst into laughter.

She waved Ziyan away, then adjusted her own robe and said, "So you weren’t joking about cherishing your purity. All these years, has there really never been any woman?"

Pei Zhan’s face suddenly heated, "I am not like you!"

Liang Ning used to be in the military camp all day with the soldiers; how could she stay as reserved as a young lady from a wealthy family?

She knew the proper distance to maintain between men and women, and besides, Pei Zhan didn’t know about her past with Xu Yin. So even if he spoke to her like that, she wasn’t bothered by it; she just smiled and lay down on the bed.

But after the words left his mouth, Pei Zhan deeply regretted them.

He had been following Liang Ning quietly for so many years; how could he not know her ways?

She had visited brothels, rescued courtesans, teased youths, and brought home stacks of storybooks from the bookshops in the capital city.

In terms of openness, compared to her, he was no match at all!

Yet, once he thought of her usual slick talk with no serious demeanor, whenever she got serious, she never strayed. Only Xu Yin remained a knot in her heart. Just now, he wondered if she would think he was hinting at her relationship with Xu Yin.

He took a deep breath and said, "That’s not what I meant."

Fu Zhen was preoccupied with other matters and, upon hearing him, turned her head: "Then what do you mean?"

Hearing this, Pei Zhan felt increasingly like she was angry. He walked to the bedside, "I mean, I am not as carefree as you think. Also, don’t let anyone touch my clothes in the future!"

Only then did Fu Zhen realize he was still dwelling on the earlier incident.

She turned sideways, propped her head with her hand, and said, "Speaking of which, who will take care of you in daily life? Have you thought about it?"

For people of their kind, generally, they had a young servant to take care of them before marriage, and after marriage, the servant was not allowed to enter the inner chambers; usually, a maid would take over.

But if he didn’t allow Ziyan to touch him...

Even though they would sleep in separate rooms after tonight, someone still needed to be around, right?

"It’s not that I can’t dress myself," Pei Zhan said lightly, "As long as they don’t get too close, the rest is up to you. Arrange as you see fit."

Fu Zhen raised an eyebrow, "Actually, I don’t think it’s a big deal. I’m reluctant to let Ziyan and the others be your concubines; I plan to find them respectable marriages in the future."

Pei Zhan choked on his tea. The look he cast was a bit stinging, "Well, thank you for being so considerate!"

Fu Zhen waved her hand, "You’re welcome. Since you don’t need anyone to attend you, it’s getting late, so take care of your own washing up."

Pei Zhan gave her a glaring look, went around to the inner room to change clothes.

Fu Zhen listened to the rustling sound of fabric coming from the rouge screen, and slowly said, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Pei Zhan popped his head out of the screen, "Who’s stubborn?"

"You. Even if you’re faithful to her, even if your love for her is as deep as the sea, she doesn’t know."

Pei Zhan finished changing and came out, glancing at her, "What do you know?"

He said nothing more, washed up, laid down on the couch, rested his hands behind his head, and gazed at the pair of red candles, "As long as she’s in my heart, I don’t feel lonely at all."

Fu Zhen rolled her eyes, "Idiot."

Pei Zhan grabbed a pillow and tossed it onto her bed.

Fu Zhen turned over, pulled the quilt up, and drew down the bed curtain, shutting the idiot outside.

The wedding candles cast a red glow over the room, also illuminating Pei Zhan’s mouth corners, which couldn’t help but curl upwards.

He got up and trimmed the candle wicks a little, and the candle flame became even stronger and brighter. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

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