Chapter 447 - 247: They’re Here, They’re Here, the Wedding Procession Is Here
That cool, smooth snake tail... Every inch of it was a perfect linkage of muscle. The texture and even the "taste" of it sent a refreshing feeling deep into Lu Yuan’s soul.
A man and a snake, entwined together. Every time, Lu Yuan was left completely satisfied.
If one could cast aside worldly prejudice and accept the Half-demon Race, they would discover a pleasure that could never be found between two humans.
Su Liyan’s brother, Su Changliang, for instance, was singularly fond of Xiaoqian’s long, furry, upright ears.
Su Liyan, seeing that her "brother" had taken the bait, walked barefoot to Lu Yuan’s side. She abruptly lifted her right leg, executing a perfect standing split.
"Sweetheart, you’re... you’re just too amazing!" Lu Yuan exclaimed. He was lying flat on the bed, staring at his wife standing beside it, holding her split.
"My god, I can’t stop myself from wanting to see what’s under your skirt," Lu Yuan sighed with genuine feeling.
From Lu Yuan’s angle, it looked like his wife wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Lu Yuan felt something wet on his nose. He wiped it with his hand—it was a nosebleed!
Seeing this, Su Liyan giggled mischievously and feigned ignorance. "Dear, what’s wrong? Why are you getting a nosebleed?"
Su Liyan slowly lowered her right leg, her bare foot pressing down on that high, bulging mound and beginning to rub.
"How does that feel, dear?"
"A foot massage? This is way better! It feels incredible, absolutely amazing!"
Lu Yuan understood that his wife had no intention of letting him off the hook tonight, even though he had to wake up early tomorrow to go to the Imperial Capital and marry Yue’Er.
’If that’s the case, then bring it on!’
While Lu Yuan and his wife were "playing their game"...
The official whom Lu Yuan had pinned to the ground in front of Fengtian Hall earlier that day was now kneeling inside the Marquis of Yongchang’s Mansion.
The kneeling official said, "My Lord Marquis, I saw it with my own eyes today. That damned Lu Yuan brought a woman of the Half-demon Race to Fengtian Hall."
Marquis Yongchang, Lan Yu, stared coldly at the official and asked, "Is this true?"
"Absolutely true!"
The Marquis of Yongchang slammed his hand on the table and cursed, "That damn brat! He already has a woman, yet he still has to meddle and steal my person."
Marquis Yongchang Lan Yu’s plan had been for his adopted son, Lan Ying, to marry the Thirteenth Princess. Since they were already distantly related, this would have made their close relationship even closer.
By tying his faction to Crown Prince Gu Biao’s war chariot, his family could have become the most powerful super-family in the Court once the Crown Prince inherited the throne.
Unfortunately, this scoundrel Lu Yuan had come out of nowhere, throwing all of Marquis Yongchang’s plans into disarray.
After calming down, Marquis Yongchang continued, "Unite with the other officials and impeach him! Impeach him for disrespecting the Royal Family!"
The kneeling official straightened his upper body and cupped his hands. "My Lord Marquis, you may not be aware, but a few days ago, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites publicly refuted him and was sentenced to thirty strokes of the imperial punishment by His Majesty the Emperor. The scene... it was a bloody mess. TSK TSK TSK..."
Marquis Yongchang looked at the official’s gossipy, sighing face and let out a sharp, "Hm?"
Hearing this, the official immediately shut his mouth.
"You may leave," Marquis Yongchang said with a wave of his hand.
After the official left the room, he gave a cold, silent snort and cursed inwardly, ’What a piece of work. He really thinks he’s the Emperor, ordering me around to do his bidding!’
Of course, he would only dare to think such things, never say them out loud.
This Marquis Yongchang, Lan Yu, was Crown Prince Gu Biao’s man. His power and prestige were immense. Who would dare to ask for such trouble?
In the dimly lit room, Marquis Yongchang Lan Yu gave a sinister smile and muttered, "Last time, the men I sent failed to kill you. Even if you marry Princess Yue Ning this time, I won’t let you have an easy life!"
「The next day, at the Hour of the Ox—the fourth watch of the night.」
Lying in bed, Su Liyan gently pushed the sleeping Lu Yuan, calling out softly:
"Dear, it’s time to get up. If you don’t, you’ll miss the hour for the wedding procession."
Lu Yuan had exerted himself too much last night. He never managed to "fire his bullet," so he and Su Liyan had been "playing" for a very long time.
The needs of the Half-demon Race were truly hard to satisfy, especially since that kind of "exercise" was extremely draining.
Su Liyan, on the other hand, had just been lying there. The only thing she exerted energy on was producing her melodious, snake-like cries. This had left her completely satisfied, but it had utterly exhausted Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan groggily rolled over, his back to Su Liyan, and mumbled, "It’s only the fourth watch, sweetheart. Just let me sleep a little longer."
Having said that, Lu Yuan began to snore lightly again.
Worried that her ’brother’ would be late, Su Liyan’s soft hand scratched at Lu Yuan’s backside, leaving five faint red marks.
The pain instantly sobered Lu Yuan up quite a bit. He rolled over to face the person beside his pillow and said with a wronged expression, "Sweetheart, how could you be so cruel? Am I the one taking a concubine today, or are you?"
Su Liyan’s actions were making Lu Yuan question his own reality.
Su Liyan pinched Lu Yuan’s lips, enunciating every single word, "If you’re late again today, you won’t be able to answer to the Emperor!"
Lu Yuan didn’t hear a single word. He was too busy staring intently at the beautiful flesh of Su Liyan’s body, drooling. "So fair..." he said.
’Good grief,’ Su Liyan thought. ’I just let you have your fill a few hours ago. How are you still thinking about it?’
’Is a man’s post-nut clarity really that short?’
Seeing this, Su Liyan had no choice but to yank the blanket off both of them, clutching it and rolling herself up in it.
Lu Yuan, his blanket stolen, was left without a single thing to cover himself.
It wasn’t that Lu Yuan was afraid of his wife seeing him; it was just that in the early winter weather, the room wasn’t warm.
Especially since one second he was in a toasty-warm bed, and the next it felt like he had been plunged into ice water.
Lu Yuan had no choice but to grab the clothes at the foot of the bed and pull them on.
Su Liyan, wrapped in the blanket, was blooming with joy. ’My man is so obedient.’
Hiding in her cocoon of blankets, Su Liyan called out a reminder, "Dear, you have to wear the wedding attire today!"
"I know, I know," Lu Yuan said as he pulled on his clothes. "I’ll find someone to help me put it on later. We can’t just call someone in to help me dress right now."
Su Liyan clutched the blanket tighter and pouted. "You can’t call anyone in! I’m not dressed yet!"
That’s right. Lu Yuan hadn’t brought a female Maid with him on this trip. If he needed a hand with the wedding attire, he could only call on his trusted men.
In the Divine Ling Empire, the wedding attire worn by nobles and high officials was rather complex; you couldn’t just slip it on.
"Dear, I can help you put it on!"
"You? Forget it. It’s so cold, you’ll catch a chill if you get out of the blankets." Lu Yuan was very concerned for his wife.
Lu Yuan finished putting on his long underwear, patted the quilt covering Su Liyan, and said, "Sweetheart, it’s still early. You just get some more beautiful sleep. Wait for me to bring Yue’Er back!"
"Mhm! Okay, dear, you go then." Su Liyan didn’t get dressed or get up, but just lay in bed watching Lu Yuan.
As soon as the weather turned cold, Su Liyan didn’t like to move much. She much preferred to lie in a warm spot.
Lu Yuan picked up the neatly folded wedding attire from the table and went out the door.
Lu Yuan passed his mother-in-law’s room next door and entered the room of his trusted men.
Today was the auspicious day for the Young Master Nephew to take his fourth wife.
Lu Yuan’s trusted men were already awake. They saw their Young Master Nephew push the door open wearing only his long underwear and were about to salute when Lu Yuan cut them off.
Lu Yuan said, "Come on, fellas, help me put this wedding attire on."
"Yes, Young Master Nephew!"
The men surrounded Lu Yuan and began to dress him in the wedding attire, fastening the buttons, straightening the hem...
One of the men asked, "Young Master Nephew, what are we doing today?"
Lu Yuan thought for a moment. "I’m not entirely sure myself. How about this: just like before, half of you stay at the Post House to look after my wife and mother, and the other half will blend in with the wedding procession and follow me into the Imperial Capital!"
Hearing this, the men’s eyes lit up.
Before, they were just lowly Mansion Guards at the Zhao Mansion in Taiping City. Who would have ever thought they’d get to follow their Young Master Nephew into the Imperial Capital?
What kind of place was the Imperial Capital?
It was a place that ordinary commoners wouldn’t even dare to dream of visiting.
Seeing their excitement, Lu Yuan fastened the button at his collar and said, "Alright, stop grinning. Has the professional wedding procession we hired arrived yet?"
A man standing by the window shouted, "They’re here, they’re here! The wedding procession has arrived!"