Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 328: A Moment in the Spring Night Is Worth a Thousand Gold

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: A Moment in the Spring Night Is Worth a Thousand Gold

Zhan Lan could feel Mu Yan approaching her step by step; her hands tensed and gripped tightly.

The wedding planner handed Mu Yan a bridal veil lifter tied with a red string, pronouncing auspicious phrases: "Please, Prince, use the lifter to raise the Princess’s veil. The bride is of utmost beauty, while the groom’s heart is fully content and pleased."

Mu Yan gently lifted the red veil and beheld his unrivaled bride.

Next was the sharing of the wedding wine.

The wedding planner beamed and said, "With one cup—great fortune, a perfect union; with two cups—harmony like the Phoenix and the Dragon, a hundred years of love; with three cups—wealth and a thriving lineage, both prosperity and honor."

Xiao Tao, with cheeks blushing, carried the wine jug and watched as the bride and groom’s hands interlinked to sip from the wine in each other’s hand.

After watching the couple drink the three cups, the wedding planner chuckled, "A moment of the wedding night is worth a thousand gold. Prince, Princess, this old servant shall take her leave!"

Following her cue, Xiao Tao left, and Zhan Lan and Mu Yan set down their cups simultaneously, as the door was closed from the outside.

Zhan Lan knew what was to come next and out of shyness, she dared not look at him.

In the candlelight, Mu Yan used his finger to gently lift Zhan Lan’s chin—her face blushing like peach blossoms, as though a fairy descending into the mortal world.

Outside, a full moon; inside, a perfect match.

Her eyes brimmed with affection, her almond eyes and rosy cheeks radiating a thousand charms.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, thin lips and pronounced nose, his gaze as brilliant as the stars.

The wine cup in her hand was taken away by Mu Yan and placed on the table.

He carefully removed Zhan Lan’s phoenix crown and set it aside; her black hair, smooth as silk, cascaded down her back.

Mu Yan carried Zhan Lan and laid her on the bed, pulling back the covers to reveal an erotic illustration, causing both of their faces to flush.

Zhan Lan didn’t know that the wedding planner had hidden an erotic picture book; she moved to take it, but Mu Yan was quicker and seized it.

Standing at the bedside, Mu Yan drew the blushing bride into his arms, saying, "The Princess seems eager to delve into the secrets of the bridal chamber with me late at night, thus placing it here beforehand..."

Zhan Lan pushed him away, "I don’t wish to."

Mu Yan encircled her waist, speaking in a husky, deep voice into her ear, "But, I do."

The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow on Zhan Lan’s alluring face. The three cups of wine made Mu Yan heady, his self-control weakening.

Mu Yan’s distinct knuckles hovered above the first knot of Zhan Lan’s robe; she began to breathe more pronouncedly with every motion he made.

His fingers undid the first knot, causing Zhan Lan’s breathing to quicken, and her neckline loosened slightly to reveal her fair neck.

One knot after another was undone by his hands, his gaze growing increasingly intense.

Zhan Lan’s grand red wedding dress fell to the ground, leaving her clad in a thin layer of gauze, her hands instinctively covering her chest.

Suddenly, Mu Yan pulled her toward him, his arms encircling her waist.

His lips claimed hers, invading through her slightly parted lips, carrying an intoxicating desire, kissing her.

The soft sensation on her lips was filled with unprecedented longing, as though he wanted to consume her whole.

Mu Yan kissed her while undoing his own belt.

The bright red bridal attire dropped to the floor, Mu Yan dressed only in a thin robe, his breaths increasingly ragged as he pressed Zhan Lan down onto the bed.

The atmosphere in the room surged with intimacy due to their aroused affections.

Mu Yan kissed down her neck, while his defined, vein-lined hands tore open the white gauze at her chest.

His hands roamed her body, his lips worshiping her skin, leaving blush-tinted traces wherever they touched.

Zhan Lan’s cheeks flushed, every place he touched caused her body to quiver.

Mu Yan’s hand slipped beneath her long skirt, her body shuddering involuntarily; his kisses lingered near her ear, his voice deeply rasping, "Don’t be afraid, leave it to me..."

Zhan Lan’s hand caressed his back, letting out a delicate moan with his movements.

This moan made Mu Yan unable to control the desire buried deep within his body any longer.

Suddenly, Mu Yan heard the highest-level signal from the Hidden Guard organization; desire roiled in his eyes, and he quickly pressed down on Zhan Lan’s acupuncture points.

In an instant, Zhan Lan fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Yan fastened his belt, covered her with clothes and the quilt, instantly sobered up, and strode outside.

Vermilion Bird said anxiously: "Master, someone has broken in, the Hidden Guard has been killed, Yun He has already pursued, your subordinate will..."

Mu Yan glanced at Vermilion Bird, "You stay here with the Hidden Guard and protect the Princess. If anything goes wrong, atone for it with your life!"

Having said this, Mu Yan lightly lept, took a mask and a curved bow from the eaves’ interlayer, and quickly followed Yun He.

Vermilion Bird’s eyes were wide like copper bells, standing in front of the door, he said to the Hidden Guard: "Surround the bridal chamber completely, protect the Princess’s safety!"

"Understood!"

The Hidden Guards, well-trained, quickly encircled the house.

Vermilion Bird was constantly listening to the noises inside and outside the house, his spirits were highly alert.

The Master was hunting with only half of the Hidden Guard, leaving the rest to protect the Madam.

His heart worried for the Master, and he cursed the assassin who dared to attempt assassination on the Master’s wedding night.

Fortunately, they were prepared, otherwise those people would have broken into the Master’s marital chamber.

But who exactly were those assassins?

An hour later, Mu Yan returned, his clothes stained with blood, emerging from the shadows.

Vermilion Bird quickly supported Mu Yan.

Mu Yan’s expression was serious, and he looked at Vermilion Bird, "I, the Prince, am alright."

Vermilion Bird saw the wound on his waist bleeding.

Mu Yan went inside the house, saw that Zhan Lan was sleeping soundly, he entered the innermost room and washed the blood off his body with cold water.

After changing into new clothes, Vermilion Bird followed him into the study.

Mu Yan passed the medicinal ointment to Vermilion Bird: "Apply the medicine for me."

Vermilion Bird took the ointment, and with gauze, helped Mu Yan apply the medicine.

Bearing the pain, Mu Yan said: "Do not let Lan’er know about this."

Vermilion Bird nodded: "Yes, Master."

"Master, who is responsible for this?" Vermilion Bird inquired.

The wound on the Master’s body was a knife wound, deep in the middle and shallow on both sides, someone managed to get close enough to wound the Master.

Mu Yan said coldly: "The other party came prepared, it’s impossible for them to be from Ding’an City; they may be those who took advantage of the chaos to enter the imperial city today. The leader’s martial arts are high-level; most of them were shot dead, the leader was hit by an arrow but escaped!"

Vermilion Bird was shocked, for someone to escape under the Master’s archery, their martial arts must be incredibly powerful.

"Your subordinate will inform the Iron Armor Guard, we will conduct a city-wide search tomorrow!" Vermilion Bird was somewhat worried.

Mu Yan stopped him: "Don’t startle the snake by hitting the grass. Guard the city gates well. They might come again. Send more people to ensure Lan’er’s safety."

Vermilion Bird nodded, "Yes, Master."

Having dressed, Mu Yan thought of something and instructed: "If Lan’er asks tomorrow, just say a petty thief entered the residence and stole some betrothal gifts."

Vermilion Bird said in a low voice: "Understood!"