Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1145 - 1150: Xiang Yun’s Decision (5)

Chapter 1145: Chapter 1150: Xiang Yun’s Decision (5)

"The dew is sparse and hard to collect, it took a great deal of effort to brew just four jars, and our ancestors couldn’t bear to drink it all; each Emperor, during their reign, drank only one pot, and I don’t plan on making an exception!"

Cai Wei looked at her cup that she had emptied in one gulp and said regretfully, "Oh, it’s so precious. No wonder you didn’t bring out this century-old osmanthus brew for our grand wedding. But now, I drank it all in one gulp without savoring it properly, isn’t that a pity?"

Nangong Yi poured her another cup and said, "Take your time with this one, savor it as it goes down."

"Mhm!"

Cai Wei nodded solemnly, cradling the pure and clear cup of century-old osmanthus brew, tasting it little by little.

Instantly, her mouth was filled with a lingering, mellow fragrance and a deep, lingering aftertaste...

Before they knew it, a pot of exquisite liquor had been drunk to the last drop. Nangong Yi had only had one cup, the rest had all gone into Cai Wei’s stomach.

After finishing the pot, Cai Wei swayed the empty wine pot, expressing her unsatisfied longing, "It’s... gone, such a... pity..."

Nangong Yi, looking at his drunken wife with a mix of affection and restraint, said, "Though the liquor is good, the kick comes later; it’s not early anymore, we should go back."

"Mhm, good!"

With a slurred tongue, Cai Wei braced herself on the table and staggered to her feet, heading towards the dragon carriage with wobbly legs.

As she descended the steps, she nearly fell but was caught by Nangong Yi, quick-handed and alert.

"Be careful!"

Nangong Yi embraced her; she was so shaky that she couldn’t stand firmly, so he simply lifted her horizontally into his arms. As he did, he said, "Your tolerance is so poor, yet you still indulge so much in drinking; you really are helpless..."

With that, he carried her towards the dragon carriage.

Being held by the man, Cai Wei felt extremely comfortable. She hummed contentedly and nuzzled twice into his bosom, then fell deeply asleep.

Once they were in the dragon carriage, Nangong Yi laid Cai Wei on the couch, coaxing her, "Madam, are you hot? Do you want your husband to help you take off your clothes?"

"...Mhm," Cai Wei mumbled sleepily.

A thrill of joy sped through the man’s heart; he had spent the whole night creating a romantic atmosphere and reminiscing bitter-sweet memories, all for this moment. "Good, my good girl, I’ll be there right away..."

Before long, the eunuchs carrying the dragon carriage suddenly felt something amiss on their shoulders — the carriage was moving rhythmically... moving...

Yang Yong glanced at the shaking dragon carriage, his eyes widening in shock, but he quickly stifled his astonishment and turned his head, continuing on his path without daring to show any abnormal reaction.

Seeing the chief eunuch act this way, the other eunuchs also lowered their heads, pretending neither to hear nor feel anything unusual, as they steadily carried the dragon carriage to the outside of the Royal Study.

When the dragon carriage finally came to rest, the eunuchs quietly withdrew to one side, and a dozen young palace maids approached, ready to attend and wait upon orders around the carriage.

However, the noise inside became louder and louder: it was the heavy breathing of The Emperor, followed by the moans and cries of the Empress, making the palace maids flush with embarrassment and unwittingly clutch their handkerchiefs more tightly...

The Emperor...

When the sky brightened, the dragon carriage finally stilled, and The Emperor emerged impeccably dressed, carrying the slumbering Empress in his arms, striding towards the sleeping hall of the Royal Study...

...

At last, day broke and Mo Zili awoke from her coma, discovering Xiang Yun asleep beside the bed.

All night long she had not slept, staying fully dressed, attending to him by wiping the cold sweat from his head, pouring water for him, feeding him the overcooked millet, until just before daybreak when he fell asleep, she then dozed off leaning against the bed.

In the span of a single night, she had made up her mind; people live once, as fleeting as the autumn grasses, she must live this life true to herself!

She had decided that for this life, she wanted to live for herself, to live the way she wanted. Once Mo Zili’s wounds were healed, she would seek a divorce, setting him free to marry the woman he loved and liberating herself to the life she yearned to lead!