Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 333: Making up for the wedding night I owe you tonight...

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: Making up for the wedding night I owe you tonight...

Zhan Lan was carried on Mu Yan’s shoulder, and although she hadn’t drunk much, her stomach was feeling quite uncomfortable.

Mu Yan felt her discomfort, and after putting her down, he scooped her up in his arms and walked on.

The Hidden Guards all avoided their gazes in the shadows.

They felt as if they were about to suffocate.

Because they sensed the hostility and chill on their Master that had not been present for a long time.

"I’m not drunk, put me down." Zhan Lan complained, wriggling her legs.

No matter how much she struggled, Mu Yan remained silent and carried her into the bridal chamber.

Zhan Lan swayed up and down with his movements, and could only tighten her hold around his neck.

It was only when she suddenly lost weight and came to her senses that she found herself in the warm springs.

Zhan Lan stood up in the pool, drenched all over, and looked at Mu Yan.

He was standing next to the hot spring, their gazes clashed – brief yet fiery, and Zhan Lan awkwardly shifted her eyes away.

Suddenly, her chin was tilted by his hand, and Mu Yan leaned down to kiss her lips.

Zhan Lan bit his lip, and Mu Yan touched his lip in pain, looking at her asking, "Why did you go out alone!"

Zhan Lan was stunned. He wasn’t angry because she played Pai Gow with three men, but because she went out alone.

Zhan Lan angrily retorted: "Why do you care? What right do you have to care about me? Go mind someone else!"

Mu Yan looked into her eyes misted with water, his heart trembled violently. Bending down, he gazed at her tenderly, unsure of how to coax her.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t explain things clearly to you, something happened on our wedding night."

Zhan Lan paused, pulling him closer by his collar, bringing him to her face, and enunciated each word, "Even so, you shouldn’t have ignored me. Why didn’t you say anything..."

Her words trailed off in confusion as she looked into Mu Yan’s intense gaze. Her thoughts became jumbled; her heart pounded as she lifted her eyes and suddenly pulled Mu Yan to herself, kissing him deeply.

Mu Yan’s heart skipped a beat, his fingers threaded through her hair, reversing their roles, as he stepped into the hot spring.

His heart raced, his earlier worry about Zhan Lan sneaking out alone, turned in an instant to deep affection and pity.

As her garments fell open, Zhan Lan abruptly saw the wound on his waist.

The wound wasn’t bleeding, but she could tell at a glance it was a recent injury.

"You’re hurt?" Zhan Lan asked with furrowed brows.

Finally, Mu Yan spoke, "It’s a minor cut, just a careless mistake."

Zhan Lan touched the wound and challenged, "You’re lying. What exactly happened on our wedding night? Why won’t you tell me?"

Laughing, Mu Yan said, "A formidable assassination organization infiltrated the royal residence. The Hidden Guards were killed, they tried to break into the bridal chamber, and I just..."

The more Zhan Lan heard, the angrier she became. Mu Yan had faced all of this alone and still wanted to hide it from her!

Enraged, Zhan Lan said, "So, you pressed my acupoint and went to face death alone, is that it? Did you want me to become a widow?"

Her chest heaved with anger, "Mu Yan, do you think I’m dead? I am a General, your wife; why can’t we face things together!"

Mu Yan looked at her blankly because he had never once thought of having Zhan Lan protect him.

Zhan Lan is the woman he loves, whom he would protect with his life.

Zhan Lan looked at him as he stared straight at her. She slapped the water with her hand, causing a splash, and fiercely said: "Don’t underestimate me, I’m even afraid of myself when I get crazy!"

Suddenly, there was warmth on her wrist; Mu Yan had pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

He murmured, "Lan’er, I’m sorry..."

Zhan Lan pushed him away, her cheeks flushed, "If you know, then that’s good. Do this again, and I’ll divorce you!"

Mu Yan chuckled, nodding, "I wouldn’t dare."

Zhan Lan looked at him, "Did you find out who it was?"

Mu Yan shook his head, "Still investigating."

He moved closer bit by bit, wrapping Zhan Lan into his arms and said: "It’s my fault. I didn’t tell you about the matter with Qingcheng."

Zhan Lan awkwardly looked away. Mu Yan continued: "She is the daughter of Zhongzhou’s Left General. His father, on his deathbed, entrusted her to me. I regarded her as a sister. She once took a knife for me and owed me a favor. But this favor is my own affair, and you should not be aggrieved because of it."

"And that knife... was from my own mother...." Mu Yan’s words carried an inexplicable sorrow.

Zhan Lan’s breathing hitched. Mu Yan’s childhood was actually so desolate. Why did his mother hurt her own son time and again?

Mu Yan saw the gentleness gradually appearing in her eyes and continued: "That day, I saw Qingcheng in front of Jinxiu Workshop and greeted her. Fearing you would misunderstand, I did not candidly tell you. It is my fault. I apologize to you, my wife."

Zhan Lan felt comforted as she listened to him speak, but also felt a sour sensation spreading in her heart.

Why hadn’t she met Mu Yan sooner? Why wasn’t she the one accompanying him during his most difficult times?

Mu Yan held her, kissing her hair, lost in thought.

The girl he treasured was concerned about him.

After a long time, she found herself pressed by Mu Yan at the edge of the pool. The two separated in the midst of the mist, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Zhan Lan’s dress was thoroughly soaked, adhering to the curves of her body. Her skin was like creamy jade, and her hair was damp, her lips glistened with moisture, and her chest heaved with emotion.

Mu Yan’s chest heaved violently with his breaths, and as he looked at her, his gaze became increasingly aggressive, as if he wanted to consume her entirely.

The sheer fabric on Zhan Lan’s shoulder slid down, revealing her fragrant shoulder. Mu Yan’s eyes blazed like stars, burning her heart.

All of a sudden, she felt light, as Mu Yan gripped her waist, lifting her out of the pool and carried her to the marital room, placing her on the soft bed.

Zhan Lan covered her chest, her black hair dripping with droplets, falling messily over her shoulders, hiding a seductive scene.

Her eyes misted over, her ears red as she looked at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan’s eyes seemed to dance with flames, spreading her legs with his knees and leaning down, he spoke in a husky and somber voice by her ear, "Lan’er, tonight I will make up for the wedding night we owe..."

Only then did Zhan Lan notice that the wedding room was decorated like their wedding night with red ribbons, flickering candles, and gently swaying gauze.

Their eyes met; Mu Yan’s gaze was like the deep sea with turbulent waves, Zhan Lan’s eyes were like a just-ebbed beach, damp with tide.

Mu Yan’s fingers interlocked with hers, kissed the hollow of her shoulder, and gently tore off the clothes hanging on her fragrant shoulder with his teeth.

The light gauze half hung on her arm, dropping to her waist, revealing her lotus-colored bellyband. Her chest rose and fell sharply, evading Mu Yan’s eyes.

He turned her face to look at him, Mu Yan’s kiss landed on her lips, gently nibbling, deeply kissing.