The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

Long Qi looked at the tears on her face, as crystal clear as amber, soaking his chest.

I arrived at the corridor room and knocked on the door. Soon a candle was lit in the room.

Shan Luo put on her coat and slippers and came out. She was dumbfounded for a moment, seeing Li Xiying, drunk and being held by that man, sleeping soundly.

The man handed the person to her and pressed his whole body on her. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol. Only then did she realize that she was not light in weight. It was as if she was being crushed by a mountain and she could hardly hold on.

When they both fell, the man pulled the woman away again. She was as light as a feather on his body. He simply carried her into the room and laid her on the couch before leaving.

From beginning to end, not a single word was spoken.

Shan Luo closed the door in a daze, helped Li Xiying take off her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and then recovered from her shock. Seeing the tears on her face, he helped wipe them away, sighed, extinguished the candle and fell asleep.

The night was peaceful and quiet, Long Qi's dark pupils were half bright and half dark, as if hiding a hint of strange emotions.

He seemed to have slowly gotten rid of his original assumptions about her.

From the moment she arrived at the banquet, she appeared in everyone's eyes as a fair and clean woman, neither coquettish nor gaudy, with every move and gesture being appropriate.

A woman who gets drunk easily after drinking, is so weak that she is afraid and avoids even her sleep.

If she hadn't hidden it so deeply, everything that had happened in the past few days would have told him that she wasn't the kind of person he thought she was.

Then she quickened her pace. No matter what, her aunt kept her at the mansion and held a banquet tonight, so there must be some other mediation. No matter what, she should find out her background.

Li Xi was sleeping soundly between the bed curtains.

Duke Zhou fell into a dream without realizing it...

A blank piece of drawing paper slowly unfolded in her hands, and she placed it on the table, wielding the brush and drawing with it. Grandpa stroked his beard and smiled, patted her head and said, "Qing'er, you have inherited your father's legacy. Your painting seems to jump out of the paper, not bad."

Suddenly he frowned, shook his head and said, "But you are not a man after all, and I can't protect you all your life. You need someone to rely on, then I can feel at ease."

She was about to refute Grandpa's remarks, but she saw his eyes light up.

Suddenly, the painting on the table came alive. She looked down and found that she was painting Baili Hongzhuang, with flowers and red decorations all the way outside Chang'an. The beautiful woman in the painting was her, wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, like a banished fairy.

Faintly, the sound of music could be heard throughout the entire Chang'an City, with men and women in red and green making the place extremely lively.

The crowds of people were as numerous as mountains and as big as the sea.

She was dressed in a green wedding gown with wide sleeves, her hair was covered with heavy gold and emerald flowers, and she was holding a jeweled round fan in her hand to cover her face.

I don't know who the prince consort is, but he seems to be wearing red and decorated with colorful ribbons, looking very proud.

Grandpa's eyes were filled with tears, but his smile did not fade. He said earnestly, "Qing'er, when you go to your husband's house, you will be his mistress from now on. Don't be willful and naughty. Even though you are a princess, you must obey your husband and be self-disciplined and polite."

She raised her face, panicking as if she had just woken up from a dream. She put down her round fan. All around her were happy and congratulating faces, but she was the only one who looked stunned and frightened, "Grandpa, I won't marry, I won't marry!"

"Qing'er, you are making trouble again!" Grandpa scolded in a low voice, and ordered the maids to tie her hands and feet tightly and put her into the red sedan chair. She could not get rid of the ropes on her body, and the loose dress made it even more difficult for her to move.

The whole way was decorated with lights and colors until it was sent to the bridal chamber.

Inside the bridal chamber, the man in red looked exactly like the one in the queen's portrait. He was holding her tightly, looking terrifying. He gritted his teeth and kept repeating an angry sentence: "Why don't you marry me? Why?"

Her eyes were red and she had no way to retreat.

The door was as red as blood and tightly shut, like a prison door. Outside the door were a bunch of eyes, crowded together, all of them were concubines with soft voices!

She wanted to go out, but they were peeking through every hole in the door and window, shouting for help, laughing horribly, "Sister, let's have the wedding night, let's have the wedding night quickly!"

She couldn't get out, so she curled up in a corner. The prince consort's strength was so great that he clamped her down, causing her face to turn red and she couldn't breathe.

"I won't marry!"

"That's not up to you! Look outside, there are all my concubines, fighting for it. It's your blessing to have your turn!"

She suddenly woke up with sweat on her forehead. She sat up in a daze and looked around. It was pitch black, and everything was quiet outside. It was still the 4th hour.

Shan Luo also woke up and looked at her and said, "Madam, did you have a nightmare?"

Li Xixiao was still frightened, so she closed her eyes again to calm herself down.

What does this dream mean? Could it be that her mother's spirit in heaven told her something in her dream?

Why didn't my mother appear in my dream this time? Why did my grandfather insist on sending her off...

The scenes in the dream were vivid. Grandpa said that a woman should obey her husband and be self-disciplined and polite. He insisted on tying her up and sending her to someone else's bridal chamber.

The wedding was so lively, the guests were like fish crossing the river, and so many smiling faces of different shapes merged into a nightmare. She never wanted to experience it again in this life!

No one could make her abandon her free and unfettered life and marry! No one could force her to share a husband with a group of concubines! No one could ask her to obey her husband after marriage!

Even if you are the emperor, this is not allowed!

She didn't want to become a pet in someone else's cage, living in a muddle with strangers for the rest of her life.

The nightmare is over! Tomorrow she must leave here, hiding her identity for the rest of her life, even if it means being a nun, as long as she doesn't get stuffed into a sedan chair and live that nightmare life.

"My dear, are you okay?" Shan Luo got out of bed and poured her a glass of water. He patted her back gently to comfort her.

She looked up at Shanluo, curled the corners of her lips, took the water and moistened her lips.

"What did you dream about?" Shan Luo turned on the light and saw the sweat on Li Xiying's face. She had been mumbling all night and had not slept at all.

She handed over a piece of white silk to wipe Li Xi's sweat, "Did you get drunk last night and your body couldn't handle it, so you had the nightmare?"

Li Xi's eyes trembled slightly, and she sighed helplessly, "I can't hold my liquor well. I only drank one glass, and I'm already dizzy and groggy."

Shan Luo was surprised, "You're so drunk after just one glass. It seems like you shouldn't drink alcohol."

"I haven't drunk for several months, but I haven't been able to drink much. Fortunately, I had two maids to take me back. Otherwise, I would have gotten drunk somewhere and frozen outside all night."

Shan Luo raised his eyes, slightly surprised and couldn't help but correct him: "You must have remembered it wrongly. The one who sent you here is a young man, and he is the one who locked us up in the dark room last time."

Li Xi was stunned. "The one who locked me up in the dark room? How is that possible? I remember two maids helped me back. I can't be wrong."

She couldn't help but recall the scene of last night. It was indeed two maids who helped her back, and she was still semi-conscious at that time.

But I have no idea what happened on the way.

"Is it really him? But how could it be his turn? It's good enough that he didn't leave me on the road. How could he be so kind?"