Miss Truth-Chapter 468 - 304: Going Together to Mount Wu for Clouds and Rain_3

Xiao Song gazed down at the person beneath him, her black hair winding loosely across the red brocade, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes misty as if holding the beauty of a spiritual mountain, breathy and ambiguous. There was a hint of joy, yet also an undertone of overwhelming emotion. Her soft lips slightly parted, murmuring his name indistinctly. The softness of her chest brushed against him from time to time, intensifying the suffocating tightness beneath, a truly indescribable, soul-consuming taste.

He was utterly captivated by her appearance.

"Yanyan," Xiao Song sighed in her ear, increasing his strength, and his pace quickened considerably. As it was Ran Yan’s first time embracing pleasure, after he had his fill, he estimated she would indeed not be able to leave the couch tomorrow. At that point, he wouldn’t mind being mocked, but it would be problematic if the other Xiao family members harbored dissatisfaction towards her.

After their intense session, Xiao Song was somewhat satisfied. However, Ran Yan was already faint with exhaustion. Although she usually took great care to exercise, in such matters, her young body could hardly withstand the energetic demands of the aged Xiao, the Assistant Minister. Fortunately, he always knew his limits; even now, when he desired her immensely, he had restrained himself. He softly comforted Ran Yan for a while and nestled her in his arms before calling someone to prepare hot water.

Wan Lu entered, her cheeks flushed as she quietly said, "My Lord, the hot water is ready... Perhaps you should step out for a while."

Xiao Song covered Ran Yan with a satin dress and stood up to head for the clean room.

Wan Lu instructed the servants to bring in the water, knowing Ran Yan preferred not to be attended by many people, so she had them wait outside. She first reached for the brocade handkerchief. Upon seeing it, she couldn’t help but gasp, not because it was too shocking, but because...

Wan Lu’s face turned fiery red, finding it awkward to say, "Assistant Minister Xiao is usually a very meticulous man; how could he be so careless in bed?"

It turned out that the handkerchief was stained not only with Ran Yan’s virgin blood but also with a man’s substance.

This was not Xiao Song’s fault. Normally, following proper procedure, he wouldn’t lose control while taking Ran Yan’s virginity, waiting to drop blood onto the handkerchief and then simply moving away. Really, it was Lady Ran who was too fierce. Everything was indeed unexpected.

"This won’t come off; it’s all mixed together... tomorrow..." Wan Lu muttered as she put the handkerchief away. Tomorrow the Xiao family members were indeed meant to inspect this handkerchief! Wan Lu could imagine just how awkward the situation would be.

What could she do!

Wan Lu carefully wiped down Ran Yan with hot water, "Wife, think of something!"

This particular brocade handkerchief was uniquely woven, possibly each major family had different patterns woven into it, and its size was different from normal handkerchiefs. It would be really impossible to tamper with or replace.

Ran Yan, feeling weak all over, sprawled on the couch, was increasingly annoyed by Wan Lu’s persistent questioning and hummed, "I have nothing to be ashamed of; it’s his substance, not something I can just make him stain it with."

Implicitly, this was all Xiao Yuezhi’s fault.

Wan Lu’s face burned brightly as she nervously glanced at the outer chamber and whispered, "Wife, keep your voice down."

"Got it, bring the porridge here," Ran Yan said lazily.

Wan Lu responded affirmatively.

After everything was cleaned and the sheets were changed, the maids withdrew. Ran Yan, clean and dressed in a silk-infused white folded cloth undergarment—cool and comfortable—felt the onset of sleepiness and was groggily pulled into a warm, sturdy embrace.

"Lady," Xiao Song’s robust voice came through.

Ran Yan responded vaguely, "Hmm."

"Would you like some porridge?" Xiao Song inquired.

After a long silence, with no response, Xiao Song realized that the person in his arms had already fallen asleep. He bowed his head, kissed her forehead, and stood up to eat.

Earlier at the banquet, he had merely handled the toasts from others and had no time to eat, only filling his stomach with drinks. After consuming so much, he was indeed hungry.

Xiao Song didn’t call anyone in to serve him; he served himself some porridge, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, having a wife is really wonderful!

...

The music outside had stopped, and the guests had long since left, with only the servants and maids tiptoeing while they tidied up the aftermath with faint noises.

Xiao Song’s courtyard was usually quiet and empty, rare to have such a bustling time.

...

The moonlight was like water, quietly illuminating Chang’an City. In the northeast direction from Pingkang Square, seven or eight miles away, there was a scene of green water and mountains, with peach blossoms burning brightly, and by the riverbank a willow tree, for some unknown reason, stretched its trunk over the water, almost parallel to the lake surface.

The willow branches hung low, half supporting a figure in dark clothes holding a wineskin, watching the lake and mountains in the moonlight. Occasionally, he tilted his head back to take a sip, the lake breeze lifting his gown, enhancing his slender figure even more.

Under the moon of Chang’an, a pot of clear wine, a bundle of peach blossoms. It was pleasant, yet also solitary.

"This hero," a gentle voice came from behind.

Su Fu turned his head slightly. This person seemed like a rabbit, darting back and forth six times on the road behind him. If he hadn’t recognized him as the famous Sang Suiyuan, and without Su Fu’s high alertness, he might have killed him with a sword already.

"Hero, life is often unsatisfactory; you must open your mind ah. I see you’ve been standing so long without jumping, perhaps you still have concerns. Don’t do something you’ll regret!" Sang Chen, anxious, clutched his dark blue cloth bag, his complexion somewhat pale under the moonlight.

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I’m not being deliberately troublesome or do I hate my mother—it’s Qing Luo’s marriage customs. The maids stand outside the tent (although, truth be told, the tent is only separated by a layer of thin gauze, clear enough to see through if one really wants). But perhaps, considering Xiao Song’s dignity, he might feel disadvantaged if the maids saw him undressed. Also, regarding the collection of the room, it’s entirely up to Xiao Song to decide; if he opts out, who could force anyone naked onto his bed? Besides, we, the seventeen, are not fond of joking around.

And for Su Fu ah~~~ he is so carefree, so don’t hold grudges against the sleeve paper, but view his emotions liberally, Su Fu is not the typically indecisive second male lead who loves desperately until death. Also about the rabbit, everything will be explained later... As a conscientious author, I keep my secrets.

Also, a complaint: I find ellipses very useful, meh! (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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