The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1907: We Only Do What We Should

Chapter 1907: Chapter 1907: We Only Do What We Should

Yes, she didn’t even know what she was thinking just now upon reflection, it seemed. She had simply let her mind go blank, and she found it truly marvelous.

Now, as she watched the man carefully remove the hairpin from her head while looking in the bronze mirror, her heart softened even more.

She felt that life was truly amazing. How could two unrelated people walk closer and closer together and then end up together?

It must be said, life was marvelous, and so was fate.

"Brother Molian, you say..."

"My lady, shouldn’t you change how you address me?"

Zimo, who was removing the hairpin from her head, paused, bent down, and whispered in her ear.

"Uh."

His warm breath in her ear made her heart tremble, her body stiffened all at once, yet it also felt tingling.

"Um... could you step back a bit?"

Unconsciously, she raised her hand to push his head further away, but he caught her hand in his palm.

"My lady, call me husband, hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang pursed her red lips; her face had already turned a deep red.

The term ’husband’ truly made one hesitate to speak. Yet, she and Zimo were already married; he was now her husband...

"Hus... husband."

She quickly glanced at him from the bronze mirror, then lowered her eyes, daring not to look at the man again.

Upon hearing her voice, Zimo took a deep breath and then, putting on a serious face, he continued to remove the remaining hairpins from her head.

This reaction from him left Lin Caisang somewhat bewildered.

What was this situation? Had she done something wrong, or was her voice too soft when she called him?

"Molian, husband, what’s wrong? Are you angry?"

That couldn’t be right. She had complied with him; how could he still be angry?

"Husband? Husband? Hus... ah!"

She wanted to call out to him a few more times to get a response, but little did she know, the man pulled off the last phoenix hairpin from her head, placed it on the dressing table, and next, he swept her up in his arms.

"What... what are you doing?"

She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at him nervously.

"On our wedding night, my lady, what do you think we should be doing? Hmm?"

Zimo carried her towards the grand bed while quietly murmuring and asking her this question.

"I... if you want to, just want it, why must you... say it out loud?"

Lin Caisang paused, and then it dawned on her in the next moment. Soon, her little face began to heat up, and she buried it in the man’s chest, speaking in a muffled voice.

"Heh."

The man’s joyful chuckle came to her ears. When had his little Sang’er ever been this shy?

"Don’t laugh."

Lin Caisang, with her arm around his neck, lightly patted his shoulder and said indignantly.

"Alright, I won’t laugh; we’ll only do what we need to do." Zimo agreed.

With that, he gently placed her on the nuptial bed.

...

The night was still long.

While some were joyful, there were also those who were full of worries and fury.

In a single night, having lost everything and in the end, even their own bodies did not obey them anymore.

The emperor glared with wide eyes as he watched one figure after another appear before him; his mother, the Empress Dowager, his wife, the Empress, and several emperors, Sui Zilin, Sui Zijin, and a few others who, in his eyes, were never adequate, all came.