Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 689 - 338 The First Time_1

Chapter 689: Chapter 338 The First Time_1

Liang Jinzhao suddenly realized and smiled, "That’s right, marrying you means I’m siding with the Crown Prince’s camp. I’m willing to stand with this camp. Not only because my heart is delighted by you, but also because the Crown Prince is kind and benevolent and will be a wise ruler for our generation."

Qian Yixiu pursed her lips and smiled, Uncle Liang always had a way with words. However, she liked what he said. She looked up at him and teased, "You’re speaking with a forked tongue. Just a moment ago you were talking about being cautious, and now you’re saying you’re willing. What if siding with this camp puts your family in danger?"

Liang Jinzhao’s hanging right hand suddenly gripped hers tightly, and seeing that she didn’t pull away, he felt secretly thrilled. As they walked, he said, "There won’t be any danger. The Emperor is wise and clear-sighted, and the Crown Prince is his only son, on whom he pins all his hopes. The Crown Prince is exceptionally talented, schooled by Mr. Yu, and raised among the common people, understanding their hardships and knowing what they desire most. A ruler like this will be a blessing for the people once he claims the throne."

Qian Yixiu stubbornly said, "What you mean to say is, if the Crown Prince had brothers and was caught in a struggle for succession, you wouldn’t marry me? The Emperor is still in his prime, it’s not certain he won’t have more sons."

Liang Jinzhao laughed again, "Rest assured, Chief Minister Di, Elder Fu, Sir Xie, Sir Zhao, and other pillars of state all favor the Crown Prince. Up to this point, there are no forces in court against the Crown Prince. Besides, you are so smart, and I am so capable, together we will be able to help the Crown Prince within our means."

Qian Yixiu was amused and asked again, "So if I were not smart but foolish, you wouldn’t marry me?"

Liang Jinzhao stopped walking, raised his left hand, and gently flicked her forehead, laughing, "Silly girl, the one I’m delighted by is that sly and clever little miss with a mind as clear as crystal and more tricks up her sleeve than years she’s lived. Who would marry a fool?"

Although she knew he was right, that statement was a bit unpleasant to hear. Even though she knew it was true, Qian Yixiu still pouted.

At that moment, they were standing amid a few willow trees, the branches swaying in the wind, concealing them from the view of others. Liang Jinzhao, looking at her rosy lips, could not resist the urge, blurted out, "Even if you were foolish, I would still marry you," and then bent down and quickly pressed a kiss to Qian Yixiu’s red lips. After the kiss, he quickly turned his face away, blushing. It was the first time he had ever kissed a girl, and his heart was racing with nerves, yet his right hand still didn’t want to let go of her small hand.

Qian Yixiu was caught off guard by the sudden kiss, the first from a man in her two lifetimes—aside from a few pecks from the juvenile rascal Zhu Sujin.

Was her first kiss just taken like that? No roses, no sweet nothings, not even a moment’s preparation!

She stood there, somewhat dazed.

From her previous life, Qian Yixiu had fantasized countless times about bestowing her first kiss upon Shang Qingyun. She had hoped he would first present her with a rose, say something like "I love you, I will love you for eternity," then gently hold her face, gaze deeply into her eyes, and lean in for a kiss that would start tenderly and deepen with passion.

She fancied such a first kiss—romantic, heartwarming, gentle, and deeply engraved in the memory.

Sadly, she had died without her wish fulfilled. Later, she thought herself both greedy and foolish for not even getting that once in a lifetime, not even once—yet she had hoped to have it for eternity.

In this life, she had also thought about it. She figured that in ancient times, most men’s and women’s first kisses likely happened in the bridal chamber. Under the glow of red candles, beside silken curtains, a groom in a red robe would say his vow of "my heart delights in you," and then a kiss would steal her heart...

What she feared most, and least desired, was a scenario like Father Jiang and her stepmother. She didn’t like it; it was too direct, too "honest."

She never expected, after all the scenarios she’d envisioned, to have her kiss stolen like this...

As Qian Yixiu lamented that her first kiss didn’t play out like a scripted scene, she stood there, somewhat unable to react. Liang Jinzhao thought she was angry and hurriedly turned back to softly explain, "Yixiu, don’t be angry, I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I truly take delight in you, I—I was just too impatient, and I couldn’t wait... I—I’ve never kissed a young lady at my age, I just, just, just, just couldn’t help myself..."

Qian Yixiu looked up to see Liang Jinzhao blushing like Monkey Brother, his eyes anxiously scanning hers, sweat beading on his nose, and he stumbled over his words, far less composed than her.

Bad Auntie found it somewhat amusing; in ancient times, it was rare to find a grown virgin man. She thought back to her father when he was a countryside lad, naturally knowledgeable about such matters without a teacher. Uncle Liang being so inexperienced at his advanced age was indeed hard on him. She tiptoed and pecked his cheek, then slipped out of his grasp and hurried back the way they came.